<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535</id><updated>2012-01-30T01:39:44.441-05:00</updated><category term='Trips'/><category term='On the homefront'/><category term='Thinking out loud'/><category term='MOCPLG'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='Family visits'/><category term='hubby and me'/><category term='Baby woos'/><category term='Misc'/><category term='just me'/><category term='SavyMommy'/><category term='Breastfeeding'/><category term='Shows'/><category term='geek talk'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='NJ Events'/><category term='Parenthood'/><category term='go-green'/><category term='What the ?'/><category term='kikay'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Lyle'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Lance'/><title type='text'>Home on the Web</title><subtitle type='html'>Day to day thoughts of a techie, shopping &amp; sales- addict, chef-wannabe couple.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>590</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-2675690303515586743</id><published>2012-01-27T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:12:27.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby in the store</title><content type='html'>I asked the husband to drop by the store on his way home to pick up some baby wipes and diaper rash ointment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he got to the baby store, he gives me a call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "What do I need to get again ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "Baby wipes and Desitin cream"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "What kind of baby wipes ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "Anything that's unscented."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "Pampers ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "Pwede"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "Huggies ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "Pwede rin, kahit ano nga. Ikaw na bahala. Kahit ano pwede natin gamitin, pero diba ikaw yung maarte na naiinis sa scented wipes ? Ayaw mo yung amoy ? Di naman namimili anak at asawa mo. Ikaw na mag decide kung anong scent ang pwede sa yo or unscented na lang nga, para wala kang reklamo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this conversation is taking place while I am feeding Swe-cha. So in essence, I'm really talking to both my boys at the same time. Both are demanding my time and attention. At this point, Swe-cha wants to grab the phone already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "Anong mas prefer mo ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "KAHIT ANO NGA. IKAW NA MAG-ISIP. O SIGE. PAMPERS! PAMPERS NA!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "Ay, sale pala yung huggies, 2 for $12."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "edi huggies na"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "walang unscented eh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "edi pampers na nga!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "pero merong cucumber and aloe ba ito ? Parang light lang ito"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "SIGE, BILHIN MO NA YAN. KAHIT ANO."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "ilan ? 2 or 4 na lang ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "sige, 4 na"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "ay, 3 na lang nandito. Pano na to ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "EDI DALAWA NA LANG BILHIN MO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: [ rummages around the shelves ] "Ay, meron palang unscented, yehey!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "o sige, yan na kunin mo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "huggies na ah ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: "AYOKO NA. USE YOUR JUDGEMENT. KUNG AYAW MO MAG-ISIP, UMUWI KA NA. WAG KA NA BUMILI. AKO NA LANG BIBILI BUKAS. UMUWI KA NA."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: "O sige, ako na bahala ha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sobrang naubos pasensya ko. Here I am, with a toddler screaming in one ear and I'm struggling to hear hubby through the other ear because he was whispering in the store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go through this each and every time we need something. Usually, I just order online &amp;amp; have him just pick up in-store so he does not have to think anymore. I think this is backfiring on me because now, I spoiled him so much that he does not want to think/decide on these little things anymore. Wipes lang, he cannot decide ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, if gas weren't expensive and if the store weren't out of my way and very convenient for him because it's on his way home ? I'd rather just go buy supplies myself, less stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ko si hubby. Pero minsan, masarap lang siyang pitikin sa ilong :) Lalo na kung nakikisabay pa siya dito sa bulilit. I can multitask but not when my boys are involved, di ko kaya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-2675690303515586743?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2675690303515586743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=2675690303515586743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2675690303515586743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2675690303515586743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/hubby-in-store.html' title='Hubby in the store'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7548672082964689281</id><published>2012-01-20T17:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:06:03.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Paint Job</title><content type='html'>We completed the paint job on the laundry closet and we did a great job. Hubby &amp;amp; I need to pat ourselves on the back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell ya, I get giddy each time I open the doors to the laundry closet and take a deep breath. I love it that much ... but then again, it could also be just the paint fumes having an effect on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwVsWqzwvK4/Txc6khz8t7I/AAAAAAAABw4/m7fG2cnadWU/s1600/01_ugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwVsWqzwvK4/Txc6khz8t7I/AAAAAAAABw4/m7fG2cnadWU/s200/01_ugly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699088252686612402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway,this is how it looked while the shelves were out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those lines are from 1 coat of paint ago. The shelves were blocking parts of the wall so those areas weren't painted over by the previous owner last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are also lots of scuff marks on the wall. "Flat" paint was used previously and it isn't really easy to keep clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd6xUoK7-DA/Txnw_bKW7_I/AAAAAAAABzM/b2ZAr1-P3ic/s1600/laundry%2Bcloset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd6xUoK7-DA/Txnw_bKW7_I/AAAAAAAABzM/b2ZAr1-P3ic/s200/laundry%2Bcloset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699851775827701746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After giving it a nice coat of new paint and getting the shelves installed again. This is how it looks like now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note that hubby considered getting new shelving units installed but I vetoed the idea, sayang naman because these wire shelves were still very serviceable and utility closet lang naman to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at this closet makes me want to continue our other DIY home projects but I really seriously have to get started on my study-plan. Hmm, what to do ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most sensible choice is to complete patching up the holes made by the super last year &amp;amp; this year and getting those painted over. Once that is done, studying na and no more tackling other projects. But then again, "sensible" doesn't always give satisfaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4boxUv5lVQ/TxnyTQ8tOWI/AAAAAAAABzY/y22LxXnQ8_U/s1600/whitehair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4boxUv5lVQ/TxnyTQ8tOWI/AAAAAAAABzY/y22LxXnQ8_U/s200/whitehair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699853216195098978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last, but not the least, I'd like to share another photo before I end this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, while in the process of completing this small paint job, the closet wasn't the only thing that got painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, it wasn't me. He did that to himself. Accidentally, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did offer to give him a haircut if he couldn't get it out of his hair. Sadly (for me), shampoo did the trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7548672082964689281?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7548672082964689281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7548672082964689281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7548672082964689281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7548672082964689281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/paint-job.html' title='Paint Job'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwVsWqzwvK4/Txc6khz8t7I/AAAAAAAABw4/m7fG2cnadWU/s72-c/01_ugly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4685630425163664608</id><published>2012-01-20T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:17:23.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sleep Positions</title><content type='html'>Found this picture being passed around in Facebook and I just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swe-cha's sleeping positions are the:&lt;div&gt;(1) Booby Trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) H is for Hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(3) Snow Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(4) Donkey Kong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when he wakes up, he is in the (5) Stalker position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9V1xeCwOW4U/TxnnZB-vzeI/AAAAAAAAByc/O2iMc-ceees/s1600/baby%2Bsleep%2Bpositions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9V1xeCwOW4U/TxnnZB-vzeI/AAAAAAAAByc/O2iMc-ceees/s400/baby%2Bsleep%2Bpositions.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699841220628434402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sumablay lang sa Jazz Hands :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4685630425163664608?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4685630425163664608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4685630425163664608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4685630425163664608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4685630425163664608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-sleep-positions.html' title='Baby Sleep Positions'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9V1xeCwOW4U/TxnnZB-vzeI/AAAAAAAAByc/O2iMc-ceees/s72-c/baby%2Bsleep%2Bpositions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-506942098544963953</id><published>2012-01-20T00:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:56:31.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>Technical Assessment</title><content type='html'>I went through a technical assessment interview w/ a recruiter that covered C# and SQL this evening and it went fairly well, I think. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really keen on this company because of the longer-than-usual commute from home but I figured, the technical interview will help me pinpoint areas of weaknesses that I need to improve since I planned on reviewing, studying and possibly, even going for a certification during my downtime (which is NOW). Also, getting some technical exam practices will surely help build up my confidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember taking my first technical assessment test around this time last year, I was so scared! I had not taken an exam or been tested for anything (technically) since I started working and that was more than a decade ago. I was so scared of failing but since it was a C# test which was only 30 questions long, I wasn't really sure which areas I needed to review so I just threw caution to the wind and told the guy that I have not done any coding in a while (disclaimer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turns out, I got 95% correctly. Ang galing galing ko talaga.... manghula ;) LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tonight, I realized that despite the lack of recent practice, I can still hack it as a developer (at least on paper anyway). I do need to brush up on the terminologies - abstract, virtual, interface, override, overload,... - as I realized that I know how and when to use each of those concepts but ask me to define ? .. uh ... I get tongue-tied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I learned about a new SQL Server function "COALESCE " today. Thinking back to the SQL statements, SPs and views that I've written over the years, I cannot think of an instance where I could've used this but I would love to get a chance to use this soon. I remember feeling this excited when I was first learning about SQL's "Partition By" feature too and couldn't wait to use it in an actual application. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*channeling my inner geek*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-506942098544963953?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/506942098544963953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=506942098544963953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/506942098544963953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/506942098544963953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/technical-assessment.html' title='Technical Assessment'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7289869474739722018</id><published>2012-01-18T17:03:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:32:25.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the homefront'/><title type='text'>Nice Guy Handyman (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3sx2MmoG-Y/TxdGvlMPwrI/AAAAAAAAByM/7eJxFLZMABM/s1600/02_ceiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3sx2MmoG-Y/TxdGvlMPwrI/AAAAAAAAByM/7eJxFLZMABM/s200/02_ceiling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699101636711924402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main reason why we called in a handyman was to come in and repair our 2nd bathroom upstairs. It had a huge gaping hole in the ceiling (can't find the pic I took last month) where the sheetrock was already rotted from steady drip from the hole(s) in the bathroom exhaust vent.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff replaced the venting system w/ aluminum coated vent material, set it up so that there is some sort of a trap (much like a sink trap), patched the ceiling back up, tried to replicate the swirls (didn't too good of a job there, but hey, it's not like people spend a lot of time staring at the ceiling to compare swirls) and painted it up again (he matched the existing paint color). He even left the leftover paint behind for us so we can use it in the future if we need to get more work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPu5CWJu2-M/TxdCPxDvKGI/AAAAAAAABxc/HkbD6FxmYlE/s1600/02%2Bspout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPu5CWJu2-M/TxdCPxDvKGI/AAAAAAAABxc/HkbD6FxmYlE/s200/02%2Bspout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699096692095133794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also wanted to replace our tub spout whose water diverter had broken off years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It still works, you just have to sort of stick your finger into the hole in the spout. This is okay most of the time but when we have family &amp;amp; visitors come over and you have to explain how to do it... eh.. medyo kahiya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UJE6Ifex_4/TxdDyweZatI/AAAAAAAABx0/p1IT9iSuf6U/s1600/02_newspout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UJE6Ifex_4/TxdDyweZatI/AAAAAAAABx0/p1IT9iSuf6U/s200/02_newspout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699098392745568978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kU3t0G6LPfY/TxdDwH9fpXI/AAAAAAAABxo/dW1n_Y7eRqI/s1600/02_newshowerhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kU3t0G6LPfY/TxdDwH9fpXI/AAAAAAAABxo/dW1n_Y7eRqI/s200/02_newshowerhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699098347510408562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while we were doing this, hubby wanted the shower head replaced too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is supposed to be easy but the last time we tried doing this ourselves, we broke the shower arm off &amp;amp; left a piece inside the pipe behind the shower wall, we had to pay $150 for a plumber to come &amp;amp; fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured, it was worth it to just get a professional to do things right rather than have to pay through the roof to repair what we botched up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spout was difficult to do. He had to cut off the existing pipe &amp;amp; solder a new one in. He had to do this a few times before the spout fit, looked and worked right. This wasn't a surprise because we had tried to replace the spout lots of times before. We bought different brands, types, shapes and sizes but none fit the existing pipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6r_OmMmcgU/TxdD2JZAWYI/AAAAAAAAByA/Z0lGn069G04/s1600/02_toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6r_OmMmcgU/TxdD2JZAWYI/AAAAAAAAByA/Z0lGn069G04/s200/02_toilet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699098450973448578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, the fill valve in the toilet is also cracked and leaking water big time. We've had to turn the water to this toilet off because water was constantly running all the time and would leak down to the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, too, is supposedly easy to do but the mechanism inside the tank is stuck to the porcelain due to calcium (hard water buildup). I didn't want to force anything because the last time we (okay... it was me!) did this, the tank cracked and we had to replace the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff replaced the toilet tank fill valve ($12 for the part) and the water hose connector ($6 for the part). I checked prices for the parts and his were reasonably-priced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7289869474739722018?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7289869474739722018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7289869474739722018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7289869474739722018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7289869474739722018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/nice-guy-handyman-2.html' title='Nice Guy Handyman (2)'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3sx2MmoG-Y/TxdGvlMPwrI/AAAAAAAAByM/7eJxFLZMABM/s72-c/02_ceiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5462067002176802211</id><published>2012-01-18T16:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:46:45.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the homefront'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Nice Guy Handyman (1)</title><content type='html'>We're almost done w/ the home repairs, we've gotten the major fixes done, at least. My next few posts will be about the various repairs that were done to our place by Jeff, the Nice Guy Handyman.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post will be about our laundry area (o sige na, ... closet). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk2Od4lRe78/Txc3WocC4uI/AAAAAAAABwg/AX89dUSahUI/s1600/01_behind%2Bdryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk2Od4lRe78/Txc3WocC4uI/AAAAAAAABwg/AX89dUSahUI/s200/01_behind%2Bdryer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699084715412349666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Problem 1: Existing ductwork is made of plastic, this is no longer up to current building codes and is a fire hazard. Clothes dryers need to be vented, the vent goes into the wall, up the ceiling and should go all the way out of the building/house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outer ductwork is aluminum coated (up to code) but the ductwork inside the wall is made of plastic (outdated &amp;amp; could be a fire hazard because lint &amp;amp; dirt collects inside).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAf0XRrooPg/Txc3v9Og2KI/AAAAAAAABws/cBv3zcUTxns/s1600/01_improper%2Bvent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAf0XRrooPg/Txc3v9Og2KI/AAAAAAAABws/cBv3zcUTxns/s200/01_improper%2Bvent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699085150489467042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Problem 2: As luck would have it, it turns out that somewhere along the way, one of this condo's previous owners decided to cut off the ductwork in the ceiling and attached this vent to one of the roof struts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, our clothes dryer has been venting heat, moisture and lint into our ceiling all these years. We didn't know until Jeff went into the ceiling to check it out. The insulation around this vent was wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem 3: See the water hookup ? That hose is made of rubber. Rubber hoses (non-metal clad ones) should be replaced every 5 years and I recently heard from a friend that some condo associations are requiring owners to use metal-clad hoses in their units already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem 4: See that faucet w/ no hose ? For some reason, our washer wasn't hooked up to the hot water, it's no biggie but I decided to just let Jeff check if the hot water source is live and if it is, to hook the washer up to the hot water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work done: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: Jeff replaced the plastic vent with aluminum coated venting material and connected it back to the ductwork (already exists) that leads out of the bldg. He installed metal clad hoses for the washing machine water hookups, patched up the holes that he made in the closet (for installing the new vents).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwVsWqzwvK4/Txc6khz8t7I/AAAAAAAABw4/m7fG2cnadWU/s1600/01_ugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwVsWqzwvK4/Txc6khz8t7I/AAAAAAAABw4/m7fG2cnadWU/s200/01_ugly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699088252686612402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That night, hubby decided to cover the ugly walls up of the closet with some paint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't really feeling up to it and I felt it was a waste of time since this was a utility closet anyway but I suddenly remembered that we still have that unused gallon of white paint left over from when we were doing some DIY work in 2009 (we stopped when we found out I was pregnant with Swe-cha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQdonfvHpwA/Txc7fROj4mI/AAAAAAAABxE/l4mN6mfmPzg/s1600/01_painted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQdonfvHpwA/Txc7fROj4mI/AAAAAAAABxE/l4mN6mfmPzg/s200/01_painted.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699089261847110242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An hour later, we had finished painting the upper portion of the closet. We only painted up to the part where the shelves were going to be installed, we figured we can continue the rest later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that hubby sort of insisted that we do this because the new coat of paint makes everything look so much cleaner and nicer. This is how it looks after Jeff put the shelves back up on day 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-It-jIaNAaWs/Txc8Jm3BR4I/AAAAAAAABxQ/bIGNDXsehzc/s1600/01_washer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-It-jIaNAaWs/Txc8Jm3BR4I/AAAAAAAABxQ/bIGNDXsehzc/s200/01_washer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699089989208459138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I'm much much happier, after having done a couple of loads of laundry using HOT / WARM water :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping that we can finish the rest of the painting soon so this doesn't look half-done (and I know us... the longer we put things off, the lesser the chances of it ever getting done at all).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the vent work, Jeff charged us 1/2 of what the other company quoted us. He also only charged us a little bit extra for the water hose replacement. I'm glad that we had this fixed because the existing vents were almost choking w/ lint (we really have to get the vents cleaned more often) and all that moisture being vented into our ceiling ?... can't be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5462067002176802211?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5462067002176802211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5462067002176802211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5462067002176802211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5462067002176802211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/nice-guy-handyman-1.html' title='Nice Guy Handyman (1)'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk2Od4lRe78/Txc3WocC4uI/AAAAAAAABwg/AX89dUSahUI/s72-c/01_behind%2Bdryer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5214237286282826711</id><published>2012-01-11T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:56:44.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring</title><content type='html'>And yet again the saying that "when it rains, it pours" is proving true in our home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I made an appointment w/ that Nice Guy Handyman come over to check out the repairs that needed to be done in our house:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- vent replacement (the leaking vent in the bathroom exhaust)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- vent replacement (the dryer vent w/c is still made of plastic, hence, a fire hazard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cut out the rotted part of the ceiling &amp;amp; cover it up, apply swirly-textured finish to match the rest of the ceiling and then paint it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- replace the spout &amp;amp; showerhead in 2nd bath, this includes cutting out existing pipe &amp;amp; soldering a new piece in to match the length of the new spout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- fix cracked mechanism in 2nd bath toilet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before the guy arrived, the bldg superintendent was knocking at my door. Yes, there was a leak again. And before he even started checking things out, he was already explaining to me that if it were my responsibility, I should do the repairs quickly while the damage in the unit below (same unit that was damaged by my leaking windows) gets any bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next hour was nerve-wracking. Superintendent cut holes in my ceiling and my wall and we started turning faucets/showers in the 2 upstairs bath on and off. Water started pouring down the drain - unfortunately, water poured IN and OUT of the drain (both surfaces). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, the leak is NOT our responsibility. Super just came back today to fix the broken pipe. Sad lang because he had to cut a hole in my red wall and when he comes back to close the wall, he will just patch it up - no paint job included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here comes the next part, while checking out that huge leak, they (superintendent and the unit owner below) happened to notice a water stain in my ceiling a few feet further but didn't see any leaks coming out. Last night, hubby stared at the pipes while I turned things on/off and that's when we found out that there is a leak in our shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayoko na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we were lucky, in a way, that things didn't start breaking down until now. I've been here 7 years already, after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah. Teka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 year itch kaya ito between me &amp;amp; my home ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5214237286282826711?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5214237286282826711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5214237286282826711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5214237286282826711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5214237286282826711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/pouring.html' title='Pouring'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3453388102230123336</id><published>2012-01-07T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:41:57.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CS7Hp155RgU/TwhmhH5CTbI/AAAAAAAABwQ/-tO-YXTYEKI/s1600/costco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CS7Hp155RgU/TwhmhH5CTbI/AAAAAAAABwQ/-tO-YXTYEKI/s200/costco.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694914448049982898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally received our Costco coupon book in the mail, this is the first since we got our membership last October. I've been bumming coupons* from my sister for the last 2 (or was it 3 ?) years because I wanted to make &lt;i&gt;tipid&lt;/i&gt; and didn't want to pay for our own membership so we shared w/ a friend's.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend eventually moved and found a different warehouse club that was more convenient to their new place so we had to get our own membership na. So far, it (the fee we paid) doesn't seem too bad. But then again, last year, I had that part time thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Sis and I had a good method, I'd check out the costco coupons as soon as they get posted online on blogs and if there are items that I'm interested in, Achi clips coupons from her coupon book and sends me some. Fortunately, all the coupons for all products have the same code so it doesn't really matter if you hand in the actual coupon for the product or for something else (in case there are items that we both want).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3453388102230123336?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3453388102230123336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3453388102230123336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3453388102230123336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3453388102230123336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/costco.html' title='Costco'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CS7Hp155RgU/TwhmhH5CTbI/AAAAAAAABwQ/-tO-YXTYEKI/s72-c/costco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4779622941881370679</id><published>2011-12-30T02:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:24:43.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>We flew to California (the trip was a last minute decision, hubby was asked to go on a business trip at work and I didn't want to be alone w/ Swe-cha all that time) a few weeks ago and were able to spend Swe-cha's 2nd birthday and Christmas with family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang saya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we had a blast being with family, especially during those important events, I will not deny that it does feel good to be finally be home and be in our own space again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But spending some weeks at Achi's has made us feel cramped in our condo. We can't wait until we are able to move to a house - ideally, we'd love to have 4 bedrooms and a home office. Imagine all that space to run around in (and wrestle giant teddy bears*), Swe-cha will love it for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* a great aunt gifted Swe-cha with a teddy bear that is bigger than him, we had to leave it behind in California as it didn't make sense to lug it all the way to NJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4779622941881370679?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4779622941881370679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4779622941881370679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4779622941881370679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4779622941881370679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8030864114173247414</id><published>2011-12-03T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T02:10:37.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well</title><content type='html'>Once again, God has shown me that things that go according to His plan always turn out well in the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I was &lt;a href="http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-boys.html"&gt;ranting about how stressed I was&lt;/a&gt; and as it turns out, it was for the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Swe-cha waking up for almost an hour a 7 meant that he was sleepy enough to fall asleep on the way to CT (no tantrums in the car)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Picking up the lechon from the faraway place made us late but it also meant that we were late enough to get warned by friends about the heavy traffic on the Merritt Parkway - we picked an alternate path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang galing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swe-cha only cried for 1 hr (yes, 1 hr, sigh!) at our friends' place, but that is another story. At the end of the day, we had a great day with friends. B &amp;amp; M are wonderful hosts and we enjoyed ourselves immensely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8030864114173247414?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8030864114173247414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8030864114173247414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8030864114173247414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8030864114173247414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-is-well.html' title='All is well'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5535350078339666893</id><published>2011-12-03T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:44:52.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>Grabe. It's only 10am and I'm already *this* stressed [raises hand to shoulder level]. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby fell asleep last night and would not wake up so I had to clean up in the kitchen (this is his usual chore). I started cleaning past midnight. After I loaded the dishwasher, I decided to wash the teakettle and that pot filled with oil that I usually use to deep fry (ewan ko why he leaves these to stand on the stove top, edi nadudumihan lang when you cook other foods).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to stop there but the stovetop needed cleaning too. I was going to go throw out the trash but I was too tired. Maybe I should put a smelly diaper in the trash so hubby will throw it out right away, otherwise, he's okay letting it accumulate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's time that hubby and I had a talk about chores. He does them naman and is so guilty about falling asleep last night before getting a chance to tidy up, but the thing is, there is a flaw to his method eh. Tidying up is the last thing he does before going to sleep, uunahin pa ang TV, games at kung ano anong babasahin w/c is really optional. I don't usually mind him doing that, my principle has always been "your work, your way", I won't complain about your methods so long as you get things done. Yun nga lang, this isn't the first time  and I'm sure that it won't be the last time that he'll fall asleep and I'll have to pick up the slack.***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, by the time I was done, it was 3:30a. I was so tired that I just fell asleep, forgot to check Swe-cha's diaper. Normally, we change his diaper in the middle of the night because he pees so much while he sleep and there's a tendency for the diaper to leak. True enough, I woke up to screaming at 7am. I was startled and couldn't function right away and the longer it took me to respond, the louder the screams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was gas and kept trying to put manzanilla on Swe-cha's tummy. Swe-cha kept swatting at the manzanilla bottle and pulled on my hands, I should've just let him have my hands from the start because as soon as I stopped fighting him, he touched my hand to his wet pants &amp;amp; shirt. The leak was in an awkward spot so I didn't find it right away when I first did a spot check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I changed him, he still screamed at me every now and then - para bang nanininisi (haha!) - and finally fell asleep again (in my arms) by 7:50a but I couldn't put him down on the bed and lie down myself until around 8:15a (he would whimper and cry and I was so scared that he'd wake up na so I just sat and held him), he eventually woke up for the day at 9a. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, when I'm too tired to get up, hubby would pitch in &amp;amp; help w/ Swe-cha but there's that lechon that needs to be picked up (that lechon better be so good so it's worth it). Hubby calls me up after he picks up the lechon to let me know that he's on his way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "You got the lechon sauce, right ?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "Bumili ka ba ? nag order ka  ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "Kasama ang sauce pag bumili ka ng lechon, dapat meron, did you check ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "Di naman tayo nagbayad ng sauce eh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "Meron dapat, check mo. Hingi ka kung wala."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "Kung wala, bibili ako ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "SHIT. BINAYARAN NATIN ANG SAUCE, ANG MAHAL MAHAL NG LECHON TAPOS SASABIHIN MONG WALANG KASAMANG SAUCE ? MERONG SAUCE DAPAT. KUNG WALA, BUMALIK KA. FOR YOUR INFORMATION, PARATING MERONG SAUCE ANG LECHON. HINDI PA AKO NAKAKITA NG LECHON NA WALANG SAUCE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Siguro, if I looked into a mirror at this point, I'd scare myself. Nanlilisik siguro eyes ko. Ang kulit naman kasi eh.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He must've still been in the parking lot at that time because it didn't take more than a few seconds before he said "ah, meron nga, nandito sa loob."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my boys kaya lang when they tag-team me like this, nakaka-ubos ng pasensya talaga. Gusto kong mag Frap or iced coffee, pang recharge man lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*** I'm not usually so annoyed when he does this and I'm okay to pick up the slack, it's just that I've been so so tired for days and have had no rest pa. Teka... why am I even explaining ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5535350078339666893?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5535350078339666893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5535350078339666893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5535350078339666893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5535350078339666893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-boys.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7026958528522564174</id><published>2011-11-26T00:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T01:16:53.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackeye</title><content type='html'>Swe-cha is very affectionate. He liked to be hugged and is very touchy-feely and he likes to sit on our laps while watching TV.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bedtime is a long drawn-out process too because he will want to hug, wrestle and use us like a jungle gym by squeezing through tunnels he fashioned out of our legs and arms, he would roll us back and forth, dive over us, tumble - basically, a lot of gymnastics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, he is unusually affectionate in the sense that he's been kissing us too. Kaya lang, he kissed me twice but kissed his Dad a lot more times. I asked and asked, "kiss Mommy, please" but he wouldn't pay me any attention. His dad was more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to tickle hubby. I figure, if he got more kisses from Swe-cha, I might as well as bother him :P I told him that I was going to keep tickling him until I get a kiss from Swe-cha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, both of us were begging Swe-cha to please kiss mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still no kisses, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby then hits upon an idea, "cover your face w/ the pillow! Swe-cha will find that interesting and will want to play with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did and sure enough, Swe-cha comes to me, screeching with excitement all the way. He pulls the pillow off and bam! head-bangs me right on my cheekbone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[silent screams and curses going on in my head]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went down to ice my face &amp;amp; left Swe-cha w/ his Dad. Hopefully, he falls asleep soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, if you see me in the next few days sporting a black eye, I'll tell you that it's hubby and that will be true... sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7026958528522564174?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7026958528522564174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7026958528522564174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7026958528522564174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7026958528522564174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/blackeye.html' title='Blackeye'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-2546268545722614615</id><published>2011-11-23T16:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:40:51.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eep</title><content type='html'>I was able to do a Costco run today - finally! Picked up some eggs and the rib-eye steaks that hubby wanted to have for Thanksgiving. [ We're obviously not turkey people. ] I also scored some boys' pajamas that are so comfortable and fit me just right. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Costco, I decided to drop by the pharmacy to pick up the refill for my son's prescription, then I dropped by the grocery store for some basics, Dunkin Donuts for a sandwich and then the bank to deposit some checks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not the point of my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, after all that, it wasn't until after I got home that I realized that I was running around and doing all those errands in my sleepwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-2546268545722614615?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2546268545722614615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=2546268545722614615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2546268545722614615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2546268545722614615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/eep.html' title='Eep'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7344621148678466645</id><published>2011-11-22T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:48:41.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take out fiasco</title><content type='html'>We had a series of mishaps with our take-out dinner last night but before that, background story muna.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been very busy with my project so I haven't had time to do some marketing and I haven't even had the time nor energy to prepare something from what little we have in the pantry &amp;amp; refrigerator. So take out has been the answer to the question "what's for dinner" these past days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, between hubby and me, he is the one w/ more exacting food requirements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can eat the same thing (well, my favorites) 3x a day, everyday. I can eat fried rice alone w/o any additional ulam. I can have soup as ulam too. I guess that's because I came from a household where we didn't always have a proper &lt;i&gt;kusinera&lt;/i&gt; all the time. Hubby's father was a chef and while they didn't have mala-restaurant-types of spreads at home, hindi naman basta-basta lang like what I was used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I really really love about hubby is that he doesn't complain. Alam naman nya what he was getting when he chose me - while I'm not a disaster in the kitchen, my true talents lie elsewhere (haha, feeling talented!). He will gamely eat whatever I serve in the table, whether it's something I experimented on, or something I asked him to pick up on the way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He prefers to still have ulam even though we have fried rice. Soup is drunk (like we do with water or soda during meals) and isn't an ulam, ... But if there are no other alternatives, quiet lang siya. He does have 1 weakness though, he absolutely, positively cannot tolerate spicy foods. &lt;i&gt;Sabi nga nya, gutumi mo na lang siya, wag lang pakainin ng maanghang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to last night's fiasco. So walang ulam, right ? I asked him to drop by his favorite Chinese Takeout place to pick up some food. He ordered fried rice (w/ our usual customizations) and the shredded pork w/ eggplant (matagal tagal pa kami nag deliberate if we wanted the pork w/ eggplant or beef w/ mushrooms).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, he does not check his package when he does take out. He never does. So we never realized, until we were about to dig into dinner, that we were given some other pork dish. We would've been okay w/ the substitution except for the fact that it was also spicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we called to complain. We never do this - complain about food, I mean. We're very tolerant 99% of the time because we don't want the hassle but for some reason, hubby wanted to complain last night, so I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takeout place apologizes and asks if we can come back for a replacement.  We said, no. Could they deliver ? Okay raw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for the delivery, we were discussing if they will get the wrong dish ? Parang mali naman if they get it pa - pwede ko bang tikman ? kagatan ? Haha. I hope they don't give it to some other customer. If this were McDonald's, they'd throw that away so you can keep it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delivery guy comes, hands us the package and asks to see the other one. Hubby shows it to him and he takes it with him. Eh ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinikman ko yun. So if you're my neighbor and you ordered some shredded pork dish with peppers last night at around 8:30, ... uh... let's not get into this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was almost 9p when we sat down for dinner. I was ravenous.  I'm not sure about hubby, because he was the one who wanted to complain &amp;amp; wait for a replacement, remember ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started digging in to the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tasted the pork w/ eggplant dish and eek! Seems like the takeout place had the last laugh, the dish they sent us was spicy. It was so spicy that *I* thought it was spicy - and I have a great tolerance for spice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor hubby. He quietly ate his fried rice. No more ulam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weird thing was, we've been ordering this dish on and off for at least 2 years now and we never got a spicy version until tonight. There must be something off w/ their cook last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7344621148678466645?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7344621148678466645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7344621148678466645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7344621148678466645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7344621148678466645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-out-fiasco.html' title='Take out fiasco'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3742267701637731372</id><published>2011-11-19T02:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T02:53:55.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SavyMommy'/><title type='text'>Happy bad news</title><content type='html'>Yes, there are times when bad news make me happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My partner and I put up an &lt;a href="http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-were-live.html"&gt;online shop&lt;/a&gt;, right ? Business was unsurprisingly slow when we started. We were newbies, virtually unknown and we had a lot of work ahead of us just to get the word out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had great faith in our product choices because we use these products with our own babies, but we didn't have enough experience to judge how marketable these products were going to be. The first few months were lean months and there were times when I (my partner was more confident) was beginning to have nightmares of getting stuck with these baby items that we could not possibly use up - not unless we both start popping babies out in multiples :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it seems like word has spread and people are getting to know us and trust us. We've gotten several special orders for products that we do not normally carry and our stock is selling. We've even had to turn down a lot of orders these past few weeks and have been asking people if they are able to wait a few more weeks until our new stocks arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so bad about not being able to fill orders, &lt;i&gt;nakakahiya sa customer&lt;/i&gt;. This brings to mind an ex-officemate's &lt;i&gt;hirit&lt;/i&gt; at a restaurant one time when the lady taking my order kept telling me that they didn't have what I wanted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: I'll have the rib-eye steak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cashier: Ay, wala na pong rib-eye steak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: uh... (scans the menu) Sige, t-bone na lang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cashier: Ubos na rin po&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: e yung tenderloin ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cashier: (shouts towards the kitchen area) May tenderloin pa ba ? (hears an answer) Ma'am, sorry po, ubos na rin po.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point, my then-officemate, who was lined up behind me peered over my shoulder and asked, "E, Miss, kelan kayo magsasara ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the customers I've had to turn down recently had this to say, "&lt;i&gt;dapat mag stock na kayo nang mas marami, nakikilala na kayo, marami nang bibili&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do listen to our customers so please, please bear with us. &lt;i&gt;Konting tulog na lang&lt;/i&gt;. We are shipping out and stocking up as much as we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3742267701637731372?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3742267701637731372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3742267701637731372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3742267701637731372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3742267701637731372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-bad-news.html' title='Happy bad news'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1311841926302627748</id><published>2011-11-18T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T17:32:52.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Fraps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWK8NUAJzxg/TsbYonfh3BI/AAAAAAAABvw/kR6f0_HhkaU/s1600/IMG_2236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWK8NUAJzxg/TsbYonfh3BI/AAAAAAAABvw/kR6f0_HhkaU/s200/IMG_2236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676462572654681106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starbucks is having their Buy 1 Get 1 free promotion on their holiday drinks again (Nov 17 - 20)  and the sweet-toothed, &lt;s&gt;cheapskate&lt;/s&gt; sensible spender in me just couldn't resist. I did so want to get hubby a treat too (the 2nd frap is his), he has been working so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so despite the fact that it's 40 degrees out (around 5 degrees celsius), I just had to step out and get these fraps. I can't feel my fingers and the only validation I have that they're still attached to my hands is that I could still type out this blog entry letter by agonizing letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1311841926302627748?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1311841926302627748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1311841926302627748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1311841926302627748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1311841926302627748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/holiday-fraps.html' title='Holiday Fraps'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWK8NUAJzxg/TsbYonfh3BI/AAAAAAAABvw/kR6f0_HhkaU/s72-c/IMG_2236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5097955559215245416</id><published>2011-11-15T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:08:30.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He provides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I heard the verdict for our bathroom ceiling leak from the superintendent yesterday, all I could think was "Lord, how now&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;brown cow?". Yes, *blush* I did think the "brown cow" part too, I'm silly that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... and yet again, God has come through for us - not that I've ever doubted His plans but &lt;i&gt;katuwa lang&lt;/i&gt; to get an answer so quickly. You see, just when I thought we were going to have to dig into our savings, I receive word that we got a week's work approved. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to have to juggle some things around (I scheduled some important errands for later this week) but, hey, those errands are not going to pay the bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure glad that I didn't have time to curl up in a corner like I wanted to do yesterday (you don't really have time for drama or self-pity when you have a toddler to tend to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5097955559215245416?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5097955559215245416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5097955559215245416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5097955559215245416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5097955559215245416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/he-provides.html' title='He provides'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3261964035900675630</id><published>2011-11-14T16:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:27:59.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Financially drained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We completed that Central AC replacement last week, the replacement is done but we have to have the work inspected by the city inspector. If work isn't done w/in 30 days, the AC company won't be responsible for any additional work that the city might require. The thing is, the super is going on vacation end of this week so we're kinda limited when it comes to scheduling options. I hope that the city inspector is more flexible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got the super to check out that leak in our bathroom ceiling.  Unfortunately, it is as I feared. The leak is coming from a hole in the vent - super says that that vent is our bathroom vent but I touched it and I know what it is, it's our dryer vent. This brings to mind what that home inspection report told me years ago when I purchased this condo, that the "dryer is improperly vented". I always thought that it didn't have a proper vent in the sense that it went into the wall and then there was no vent, but seeing this now and after doing some bit of research, I see that the problem is that the vent used was the flexible metallic type  (the one like an accordion) and new bldg code requires that a semi-rigid aluminum material be used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the question is, how much are we willing to pay to retain the use of our in-unit dryer ? That will determine our threshold for the repair budget. Worst case, we can always do the long trek to the laundry room on laundry day (at least, we don't have to drive to another location just to do laundry, thank goodness for small blessings!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I consider that we've just dropped $6k on central AC and that we're looking to spend another $1500 (per our superintendent), add that to the fact that I still do not have a full-time, permanent job... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times like these make me want to just sit in a corner, curl up and close my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3261964035900675630?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3261964035900675630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3261964035900675630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3261964035900675630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3261964035900675630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/financially-drained.html' title='Financially drained'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-352598365948426075</id><published>2011-10-20T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:29:40.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with the Girls</title><content type='html'>Had lunch with A and R today and I really enjoyed it. It's been so long since I was able to get out and enjoy the company of good friends w/o having to worry about chasing a toddler intent on getting into trouble.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to exchange stories of toddlers having fun &amp;amp; misbehaving - toddlers making sungit, testing our patience and stories of escape - over a good Popeye's meal. I miss having days like this. Mauulit ulit to, ha ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to dip into our frozen milk stash again today. Since we started using milk from our stash, we've probably used 3 or 4 bags. Not a lot,... but it just shows that my milk production is getting lesser and lesser (or that Swe cha is drinking more and more, which he is). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to dread that day when I will finally stop pumping milk but now, I think I just look forward to missing being the moo-cow of the house. It's not such a scary prospect anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-352598365948426075?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/352598365948426075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=352598365948426075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/352598365948426075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/352598365948426075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/lunch-with-girls.html' title='Lunch with the Girls'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5845229623209410791</id><published>2011-10-18T16:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:06:22.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Central AC</title><content type='html'>So our Central A/C unit is struggling, says the technician who came by to do the maintenance service last week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could wait this out and replace the unit when it dies, but then again, the technician pointed out that winter is coming upon us and we don't want to take the chance of this dying in the midst of winter and us having to go w/o heat for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That made sense, especially with a child in the house. We could probably survive the winter w/o central heat because we do have a portable heater and we do like it cold but I'm sure that the combination of a portable heater + an energetic toddler is an accident waiting to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've set up appointments with a few AC companies to get a quote on the replacement. The first companies drops by today and after he gave me his quote, I asked for the brand of the equipment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salestech: We carry and sell different brands but the one I quoted for you is Payne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Pain ? As in it's going to be a lot of pain to pay for it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salestech: *blink blink* huh ? (looks at me like I'm so silly) Payne. You spell it like P-A-Y-N-E. Carrier makes it, same quality, but it's cheaper because you're not paying for marketing &amp;amp; branding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pitiful attempt at humor failed and my hopes &amp;amp; dreams (drama!) were dashed when I saw the contract. It wasn't the 10k I feared but this was still a very Payne-ful 6.5k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. This is only the first quote. Hope to do better w/ the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5845229623209410791?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5845229623209410791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5845229623209410791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5845229623209410791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5845229623209410791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/central-ac.html' title='Central AC'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-672726343769127677</id><published>2011-10-12T19:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:04:51.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen on strike</title><content type='html'>Our kitchen has reached an all-time low.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I defrosted some meat last night, thinking I'd get a chance to cook dinner tonight. But I didn't realize until this evening that I didn't have anything to cook w/ the meat. That is all we have - ground pork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we do have onions and garlic but we've run out of carrots, peppers, potatos - we don't have the basic sahog (or those that I know how to use).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like hubby will be picking up some dinner tonight. Anyway, I'll be off for a few days next week so hopefully, I get the chance to catch up on housechores and errands.... and some personal time for me too (I really do need a haircut!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My list for next week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- laundry - wash, fold / iron / hang. Hopefully, the crib-full of clothes will be clear by next week. (We've been using Swe-cha's crib as a huge laundry bin for clean clothes that need to be folded / ironed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- grocery shopping &amp;amp; costco run (thanks for offering to bring me to Costco, R!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- haircut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- clean the house (asa pa!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-672726343769127677?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/672726343769127677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=672726343769127677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/672726343769127677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/672726343769127677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/kitchen-on-strike.html' title='Kitchen on strike'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-6753271738232987214</id><published>2011-10-09T21:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:42:29.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddlers and Medicines</title><content type='html'>Medicine time has always been a struggle in our household, even for medications that taste good. Lately, we've discovered a way that works for our child. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our issues from the different dosing methods we've tried are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) The droppers that come with the medicine are cr*p. This is true for Loviscol and Disudrin drops. They have markings for up to 1.2ml or 1ml but you keep squeezing and squeezing and the medicine level never gets up to that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The droppers are too small. For Tylenol or any store-brand infant's acetamenophen, my son's weight and age require him to have 1.6ml but the droppers come to only 0.8 ml only. So you have to get 0.8ml, chase a toddler, hold him down &amp;amp; get him to take the medicine and after all that, you're only halfway! You have to do it all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Measuring cups are hard to use for thicker medications (for example, suspension antibiotics) so after measuring out the correct amount of liquid, the next problem is how to get all of that into your toddler's mouth ? He will not sit patiently with his mouth open just so you could pour the medicine in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, here are our recommendations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6tGn_yN_OA/TpJLQ2rVTMI/AAAAAAAABsk/QyUMNBSwrVY/s1600/giantdropper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6tGn_yN_OA/TpJLQ2rVTMI/AAAAAAAABsk/QyUMNBSwrVY/s200/giantdropper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661670434485390530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(1) Bigger droppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got this last month when we had Swe-cha's antibiotics filled at Stop &amp;amp; Shop's pharmacy. The pharmacist asked us if we wanted a measuring spoon or a dropper and I asked which was easier to use for a toddler, she gave us this giant dropper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so happy when I first used this because previously, we had to make do with a measuring spoon (shaped like a test tube) and it took such a long time for the medicine to slide out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to go to the pharmacy for these, I've seen this on sale at baby stores, I just never realized that they were that useful. Oh, and note that your bottle has to have a wide mouth for you to be able to use this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQixE19E42A/TpJLMgA9VfI/AAAAAAAABsc/oij-_l2cf8s/s1600/syringe1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQixE19E42A/TpJLMgA9VfI/AAAAAAAABsc/oij-_l2cf8s/s200/syringe1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661670359682602482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(2) Syringe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At friend R's recommendation, we tried out Target's pharmacy last weekend. She's been telling me about the syringe that they give and how easy it was to give medicine using that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totoo nga! How could I have doubted her experience ? *smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to just squeeze out a little at a time into my toddler's mouth and wait till he swallows it before I squeeze out a little bit more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JM-PRnSpsvU/TpJK_xfrIoI/AAAAAAAABsU/WI5m6Qre8Es/s1600/syringe2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JM-PRnSpsvU/TpJK_xfrIoI/AAAAAAAABsU/WI5m6Qre8Es/s200/syringe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661670141036536450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like Target's medicine bottle. It comes with this cap at the top, the hole is just big enough to insert the tip of the syringe. To get medicine, you're supposed to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- insert tip of the syringe into the hole at the cap until it is snug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- invert bottle &amp;amp; measure out the correct dose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- turn bottle right side up and twist the syringe out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and for anyone wondering what that green ring is ? At Target pharmacy, you can specify a ring color and assign a color to a member of your family. Say, Daddy's are blue, Mommy's are red and so on. The color coded rings make it easier to recognize medications at a glance (because the bottles are all alike).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-6753271738232987214?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6753271738232987214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=6753271738232987214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6753271738232987214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6753271738232987214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/toddlers-and-medicines.html' title='Toddlers and Medicines'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6tGn_yN_OA/TpJLQ2rVTMI/AAAAAAAABsk/QyUMNBSwrVY/s72-c/giantdropper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8697022379305374875</id><published>2011-10-01T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T17:43:24.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MacGyver</title><content type='html'>I'm currently watching MacGyver episodes (via Netflix) starting from Season 1 and it's brought back memories of my childhood :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was afraid to start watching this again because I wasn't sure if it was going to live up to the hype in my head. I've always thought that MacGyver was the coolest person on TV ever and I loved watching each and every episode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, when you start watching shows from the 80s and the 90s and then start comparing them to similar-themed ones in the 2000s, the older ones suddenly seem so.. well.. &lt;i&gt;baduy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But so far, MacGyver is still the coolest and I'm loving it. &lt;i&gt;Walang kakupas-kupas&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8697022379305374875?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8697022379305374875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8697022379305374875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8697022379305374875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8697022379305374875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/macgyver.html' title='MacGyver'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8503039429271951466</id><published>2011-10-01T09:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T09:32:17.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inis</title><content type='html'>Bakit ganon ? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parang sadyang may mga tao talagang hilig nila ang magbaba ng kapwa. Parang doon lang sila sumasaya pag pinag di diinan nilang nasa mas mabuting kalagayan sila - mas magaling, mas matalino, mas mayaman, mas maabilidad, mas nakakataas ng sweldo, mas nakakataas ng posisyon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mabait naman itong taong ito, kaya lang, minsan imbes na makatulong siya, mas lalo lang akong naiinis, kailangan pa talagang haluan ng konting yabang yung sasabihin sa akin eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oo na, magaling ka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oo na, talented ka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oo na, swerte ka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May nakalimutan pa ba ako ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At oo, nag br breastfeed pa ako.  BAKET ? MASAMA BA ? Bakit ba pinagpipilitan mong itigil ko na ? Nagrereklamo ba ako ? Nahihirapan ka ba ? Hindi kaya naiinggit ka lang dahil hindi mo ito nagawa sa anak mo ? kaya't pinatitigil mo na ako ? o sadyang pakialamera ka lang talaga ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang palaisipan lang sa akin ngayon ay sa akin ka lang ba ganyan ? o ganyan ka rin sa mga ibang kaibigan mo ? di ba sila nakakahalata ? o ayaw lang rin magsalita ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O siya. Nailabas ko na ang sama ng loob ko at di na kita iisipin sa araw na ito. Hindi ka rin naman dapat binibigyan ng importansya, darami  lang ang wrinkles sa fez ko pag lagi kitang iniintindi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta, Miss, hindi ka nakakatuwa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hindi talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8503039429271951466?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8503039429271951466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8503039429271951466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8503039429271951466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8503039429271951466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/inis.html' title='Inis'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-2726582727625347398</id><published>2011-09-26T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:22:39.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>... am currently eating leftover toddler's yogurt, the whole milk kind - yes, the ones with lotsa fat! - because my son ate half and then started spitting it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big boy na kasi siya because he has been snacking on &lt;a href="http://hafamilychronicles.blogspot.com/2011/09/taho-self-feeding.html"&gt;cheerios&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hafamilychronicles.blogspot.com/2011/09/pretzels-and-cookies.html"&gt;pretzels&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano ako di tataba if I have to keep eating his leftovers ? Sayang naman if I don't eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-2726582727625347398?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2726582727625347398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=2726582727625347398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2726582727625347398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2726582727625347398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-6951237113201333990</id><published>2011-09-25T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:20:56.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Fina's</title><content type='html'>We decided at the last minute to drop by Mama Fina's last night for some takeout (we ate dinner at home). We ordered our usual - lechon kawali, sisig, pork barbeque - and then dropped by at the grocery for a bottle of soda.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, dinner was scrumptious - artery-clogging and headache-inducing, yes - but really good. I missed the pinoy food so much that I finished 2 orders of rice all by myself and later that night, I wasn't feeling so well anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think that 1 order of rice is big enough, I used to not be able to finish it all. Sigh. This was gluttony to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I am making a resolve to eat more sensibly. I won't promise to go on an all-out diet, &lt;i&gt;hindi ko kaya&lt;/i&gt;. But I can promise to say no to 2nd servings and then later, when I can, I'll go ahead and have smaller 1st servings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about time that I stop eating like a horse, I'm beginning to lose my weight-loss superpowers since I started pumping less and producing less breastmilk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am posting Mama Fina's hours here for future reference:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M,W,Th - 11a to 8p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F, Sa - 11a to 9p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su - 11a to 5p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays - closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-6951237113201333990?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6951237113201333990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=6951237113201333990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6951237113201333990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6951237113201333990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/mama-finas.html' title='Mama Fina&apos;s'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7400166557340189320</id><published>2011-09-22T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:05:23.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby and me'/><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><content type='html'>Hubby goes off to take a certification exam this afternoon. Before he left, I asked him to call me when he finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon,.. my phone rings, it was the hubby and our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: how did the test go ? did you pass ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby: yeah. I got a 98.x%, san kaya ako nagkamali ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Di rin mayabang, no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while checking the test results printout he was given (it was also the temporary certificate), it seems like he only got 1 answer wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaw! Ang GALING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... humanap ng sample test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Congratulations :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7400166557340189320?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7400166557340189320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7400166557340189320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7400166557340189320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7400166557340189320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4801339212189689766</id><published>2011-09-19T00:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:00:29.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>UH-OH</title><content type='html'>Uh oh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pump, who has been my friend and constant companion since Dec 2009, is now making squeaking noises. I didn't really expect to still be breastfeeding at 20 months and yet, here we are, I'm still expressing milk for my little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Konting tiis pa, my friend. Hang in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4801339212189689766?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4801339212189689766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4801339212189689766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4801339212189689766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4801339212189689766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/uh-oh.html' title='UH-OH'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8230660961536629590</id><published>2011-09-15T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:06:11.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>Waterproof pads</title><content type='html'>If there's one advice that I would give to would-be parents when they ask for a list of must-have things,... I'd say multi-use/waterproof pads. Why ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters, the typical infant's layette list includes bedsheets but it doesn't really explain or give an idea of how much one would really need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our case, the waterproof pads were a life saver. Prior to using them, we've always had to keep changing the sheets on the bed (crib or on our bed, since we started co-sleeping) because our little one keeps on soiling them. Pee, poo, wet burp, drool, ... name it, and he's done it. The pads were a better option compared to the sheets because we have to take everything out of the bed (pillows, blankets, etc) and put it back to change the sheets but replacing the pad just takes 2 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm writing about this now because my son has been throwing up a lot again the past few nights - he is congested (yet again) and has a hard time spitting up his phlegm. When he coughs and tries to expel his phlegm, other stuff come out. *sigh* On some nights, his cough gets so bad that we've had to replace the pad 3 times (we have a total of 4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this congestion goes away na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8230660961536629590?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8230660961536629590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8230660961536629590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8230660961536629590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8230660961536629590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/waterproof-pads.html' title='Waterproof pads'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3024391908483673004</id><published>2011-09-11T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:10:58.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4n5Wini_uo/TmzBYSvmbmI/AAAAAAAABqk/AzomKhy8-0w/s1600/toiletries.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4n5Wini_uo/TmzBYSvmbmI/AAAAAAAABqk/AzomKhy8-0w/s200/toiletries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651104255535640162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to take a lot of business trips up until a few years ago. &lt;div&gt;The weird thing was, though I always brought my own set of toiletries whenever I go on a trip, I couldn't bear to *not* bring the hotel toiletries home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I've said earlier, I've amassed quite a bit of these little bottles &amp;amp; bars of soap over the years - a few shopping bags actually. Some hotels actually have good stuff - neutrogena soaps and shampoos, Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn stuff, hubby also likes the oatmeal soap from the Radisson - so we've been using some of these on / off and the others which we haven't tried yet, we've just kept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first realized that my stash was growing, I started looking for an outlet, I wanted to give them away and not just dump them in the trash. I started asking around and someone suggested the local homeless shelters or women's crisis centers and I thought that was a great idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine my surprise when I checked out a few websites for the local homeless shelters and saw a list of items that they accept as donations. Aba, they specifically indicate that they accept regular sized bottles of toiletries but they do *not* accept hotel toiletries - not the ones in my area anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh ? Nobody wants these ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week, I finally ran out of the shampoo that I hoarded back in 2007-2008 so I started dipping into my hotel stash ( That was the ultimate bargain hunter's dream back then because we had B1 get 1 free coupons that we used in conjunction with the grocery store's B1 get 1 free promotion - bottom line was that for every 4 bottles we purchased, we only paid for 1).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, so good.  No falling hair yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3024391908483673004?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3024391908483673004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3024391908483673004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3024391908483673004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3024391908483673004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/hotel-goodies.html' title='Hotel Goodies'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4n5Wini_uo/TmzBYSvmbmI/AAAAAAAABqk/AzomKhy8-0w/s72-c/toiletries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1049190112264790530</id><published>2011-09-06T12:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:10:14.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby and me'/><title type='text'>Pasalubong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5P7L2wEJrKs/TmZS6__0VWI/AAAAAAAABpA/474gtaRiQLw/s1600/dove.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5P7L2wEJrKs/TmZS6__0VWI/AAAAAAAABpA/474gtaRiQLw/s200/dove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649293956147860834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was able to go out and do my errands yesterday right ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, I happily gave this bar of chocolate (Dove) to hubby. Sabi ko, it's my pasalubong for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's the first thing that he says ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Saan to libre ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HMP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously ah, I was a bit offended and asked him why. Does he think that I only bring him pasalubong if it's free ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then explained to me that he figured that if I bought it, there'd be at least 2 chocolate bars. I never buy just 1 pc of anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That made sense, so I forgave him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then he bugged me some more... "so where did you get this libre ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I fessed up. "Sa CVS, I scanned my card in one of those machines and out came a free-chocolate-bar coupon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1049190112264790530?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1049190112264790530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1049190112264790530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1049190112264790530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1049190112264790530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/pasalubong.html' title='Pasalubong'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5P7L2wEJrKs/TmZS6__0VWI/AAAAAAAABpA/474gtaRiQLw/s72-c/dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4205679973470722786</id><published>2011-09-05T20:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:55:37.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor day weekend</title><content type='html'>Hubby did very well this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleaned the dishwasher - inside and outside and all around, even went into all the nooks and crannies. He cleaned our bedrooms and even dismantled the beds so he could vacuum underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all the cleaning, he also woke up before noon on a holiday (he went to bed late the night before) so I could go out and do my errands. I was able to do my shopping rounds in peace - Babies R Us for Swe-cha's food and snacks, FV &amp;amp; CVS for Swe-cha's medical supplies and shoprite for our groceries. I was expecting to come home to a screaming toddler whom I'd have to drag off to bed for his nap but I was suprised - pleasantly - to come home to a toddler who has already been walked (parang pet, heehee), fed, given his milk and already napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this afternoon, Swe-cha asked for cookies and ate 1 whole cookie by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4205679973470722786?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4205679973470722786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4205679973470722786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4205679973470722786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4205679973470722786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor day weekend'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3969839768366252155</id><published>2011-08-31T09:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:48:57.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night terrors</title><content type='html'>We had a night terror incident again last night. This is the 2nd, so far, during this round of antibiotics. I really have to note this down and ask Swe-cha's doctor for an alternative next time. The thing is, his meds now - Omnicef - is already an alternative to Augmentin which he could not tolerate (he keeps vomiting). On this note, I'd also like to comment that Augmentin does seem to be overkill for an ordinary ear infection. I wonder why Dr H prescribed it to him last time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I did confirm w/ Achi (she's a pediatrician) that medications do cause night terrors in people. There is a very very very small chance of this happening but it does happen. In fact, my nephew at 2.5 years old has a consistent reaction to a specific asthma medicine (w/c Achi does not remember anymore). He would always have nightmares when he takes that medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kainis, no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 10, the last day, of his antibiotics. Hopefully, last night's is also the last of the nightmares. He kept screaming and crying and nothing could pacify him. Eventually, we turned the laptop on and brought up Netflix. Swe-cha's attention was caught by Thomas the Train and after that, it was Bob the Builder and later, Big Bird in Sesame Street. I don't know what happened after that because I cradled him in my arms and lay him down in a sleeping position and I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, it was already 6a, the show had already stopped (whichever one it was that he last watched) and Swe-cha was already sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3969839768366252155?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3969839768366252155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3969839768366252155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3969839768366252155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3969839768366252155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/night-terrors.html' title='Night terrors'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3934960703086862129</id><published>2011-08-29T01:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:42:49.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>Tommee Tippee Insulated Cups</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dI2FZu64Vec/Tlsd1cPA-fI/AAAAAAAABoM/cb-IG5q-9wc/s200/546010_aqua_blue.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646139361788492274" /&gt;We've been trying to transition Swe-cha to using a straw cup for a few months now and purchased these &lt;a href="http://www.tommeetippee.us/explora/546010_aqua_blue.html"&gt;Tommee Tippee insulated cups&lt;/a&gt; for him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cups look nice and are insulated so they'll keep liquids cold longer and they were spill proof - it was a no-brainer so we quickly purchased it for our son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time Swe-cha used this, he wasn't drinking a lot of water yet so we didn't really notice anything unusual. He liked these cups well enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, I started sending him to daycare with these instead of his old sippy cups and the daycare staff told me that he (Swe-cha) doesn't like drinking from these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reverted back to the old sippy cups for daycare but we'd bring water for him in these TT insulated cups whenever we go out. We noticed that he didn't like the straw but would often ask us to unscrew the cup and he would drink directly from the cup. As expected, things did get messy &amp;amp; wet a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hTFzEMnccw/Tlsf4cbzZjI/AAAAAAAABoU/0w6X87oof5g/s200/ttcups.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646141612404991538" /&gt;Tonight, when hubby assembled the TT cup he had just washed, he decided to try it out for himself. He was curious why Swe-cha would rather just bite on the straw but not drink from it, Swe-cha does seem to know how to use a straw because he has no problems drinking from our straws!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby tried to drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, he called me, "Honey, will you try this ?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to drink. Nothing came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sucked. And sucked. And sucked. I sucked till I felt the pressure in my eyeballs and still nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, hubby and I each had a TT insulated cup in hand and we were alternating between laughing and trying to get a drink and we felt so guilty that we kept trying to give this to our child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then suddenly - I don't really know how or why this happened - I started getting something. I was drinking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to check out Tommee Tippee's website. I figured, we must have been assembling it the wrong way and if we were doing it correctly, then I wanted to write to the company to complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 minute and 17 seconds later, we were disassembling and assembling the cups correctly na and we are able to drink easily - not as easily as it feels drinking from a regular straw and cup (say, your soda from McD) - but there was no resistance anymore. And no more popping of my eyeballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hay!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tommeetippee.us/explora/546010_aqua_blue.html"&gt;http://www.tommeetippee.us/explora/546010_aqua_blue.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, we will try everything out for ourselves before giving it to our child. Promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3934960703086862129?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3934960703086862129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3934960703086862129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3934960703086862129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3934960703086862129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/tommee-tippee-insulated-cups.html' title='Tommee Tippee Insulated Cups'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dI2FZu64Vec/Tlsd1cPA-fI/AAAAAAAABoM/cb-IG5q-9wc/s72-c/546010_aqua_blue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5824436679701072267</id><published>2011-08-27T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:52:37.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Irene</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice - 1 sack. check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spam - 2 dozen. check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cookies (5 packs), crackers (3 boxes), snack bars (200+pcs) and chips (2 cans)- check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Portable stove, fuel - check &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swe-cha's food (gerber &amp;amp; earth's best jars and a huge pot of homemade lotus root and red bean soup)- check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who can cook rice in a pot (instead of a rice cooker) - check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flashlights, batteries - check, check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freezers &amp;amp; refrigerator set to HIGH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water containers filled w/ drinking water. 6 more spare gallons of drinking water plus 2 extra cases of individual water bottles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extra water containers filled w/ water in the bathrooms in case pipes burst &amp;amp; we don't have clean running water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptops &amp;amp; spare batteries fully charged.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kindle, PSP and DS fully charged.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera battery full charged.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cellphones fully charged (&amp;amp; spare batteries too).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plants, outdoor tables, pots and the George Foreman grill brought in from the balcony.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We might run some tape on the windows (we were reminded by MIL). We feel that this is overkill for our area... but hey, there's nothing to lose so we'll do it anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During the day, we wash dishes as we use them - no more soaking &amp;amp; leaving it in the dishwasher for an evening run as we might lose power later on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, while talking about the preparations we still need to do before Hurricane Irene arrives, hubby suddenly looked worried, "If we lose power, how will we take a bath ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We can use candles to light the bathroom," I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Noooo, that's not the problem. If there's no power, there's no hot water heater. How will we take a bath without hot water ?" Worried &lt;i&gt;siya talaga,&lt;/i&gt; haha!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For Swe-cha, we boil water on our portable stove to heat it up &amp;amp; give him a bath from a pail using a &lt;i&gt;tabo&lt;/i&gt;. For us, we rough it out. Cold showers. Summer naman eh. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby cringed.&lt;i&gt; Arte&lt;/i&gt;. *laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, this is it. We're as ready as we're ever going to be. The thing is, the water, food and batteries stockpile ? That's normal in our household :) We almost always have that much on hand because I stock up when there's a sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5824436679701072267?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5824436679701072267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5824436679701072267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5824436679701072267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5824436679701072267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/hurricane-irene.html' title='Hurricane Irene'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7345806586801766578</id><published>2011-07-24T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:50:42.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panfried Wontons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TES0wOXxS54/Ti2685OKMEI/AAAAAAAABnk/lXIeADOfkF0/s1600/PanfriedWonton.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TES0wOXxS54/Ti2685OKMEI/AAAAAAAABnk/lXIeADOfkF0/s200/PanfriedWonton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633364264225484866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We recently tried our local chinese takeout place's Pan Fried Wontons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't what I was expecting but I was pleasantly surprised when I started eating and realized that the chewy texture and the taste reminded me so much of my favorite fishballs from home - even the sauce vaguely tastes like the sweet fishball sauce of those street carts I used to get my fishball fix from at university.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7345806586801766578?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7345806586801766578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7345806586801766578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7345806586801766578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7345806586801766578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/panfried-wontons.html' title='Panfried Wontons'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TES0wOXxS54/Ti2685OKMEI/AAAAAAAABnk/lXIeADOfkF0/s72-c/PanfriedWonton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-2472904873067730321</id><published>2011-07-22T13:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:40:54.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heatwave</title><content type='html'>We're experiencing a heat wave here in the Northeast. The city, thankfully, has announced the location of its cooling centers - the Main Library and the Senior's Barn at the city hall complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related to the heatwave, hubby's company sent out a memo yesterday announcing that all employees are allowed to come in to the office in beach attire today - shorts, shirt, flipflops, but no swimsuits allowed. Haha! I asked hubby now and he tells me everybody came in shorts, except for him, he does not wear shorts outside of the home. &lt;em&gt;Kaya maputi legs nyan eh, heehee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swe-cha has been dropped off at daycare and he's been happy at dc this week - no crying or fussing at all. Last night was also the first full night's straight sleep he's gotten this week and we're thankful. We really should keep him awake long enough to burp after he has his milk at bedtime, even if it means risking him shaking off the drowsiness and staying awake for another hour or so. I think it's worth not having him cry &amp;amp; scream in the middle of the night due to gas pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started a load in the wash and it amazes me that we (hubby, mostly) have so many gray shirts that we filled up one huge load of laundry just with the grays alone! I am still shaking my head in disbelief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-2472904873067730321?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2472904873067730321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=2472904873067730321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2472904873067730321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2472904873067730321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/heatwave.html' title='Heatwave'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1281341785587243167</id><published>2011-07-13T13:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T18:37:33.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>My parents are coming for a visit next week and at 3 weeks, this will be their longest visit ever. I've given their visit a lot of thought but I haven't really decided where to bring them yet, it's so much more difficult looking for places to go because we have Swe-cha to consider now so our choices are now limited to family-friend (or specifically, toddler-friendly places).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's also the fact that Swe-cha isn't really that adventurous when it comes to food choices and we always have to bring food along. He's also still on (expressed) breastmilk so we have to bring a cooler along to store his next bottle of milk. Basically, it's such a big production when we go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, that request hubby put in to the state for NJ's travel guide finally came through. We got a "Travel New Jersey" magazine and a huge fold-out map of the state - it's good to see our tax dollars at work (log in to &lt;a href="tp://turbotax.intuit.com/"&gt;http://turbotax.intuit.com&lt;/a&gt; and file 'em &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://turbotax.intuit.com/irs-tax-extensions/"&gt;irs extension form 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). You may also want to check out &lt;a href="http://www.tax-compare.com/tax-return-software-companies/turbotax"&gt;tax comparisons&lt;/a&gt; while you're at it.  Anyway, I hope to be able to find something (or someplace) by next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1281341785587243167?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1281341785587243167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1281341785587243167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1281341785587243167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1281341785587243167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1136922360725655116</id><published>2011-07-11T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T17:35:17.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delinquent</title><content type='html'>I received a letter from a collection agency last Saturday. I thought it was junk mail at first because we've always been religious with our payments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This turned out to be a bill (a final payment) that we still owed our previous auto insurance carrier. They'd always gotten paid directly from the bank - we're on an auto-debit plan - and for some reason, they did not get the final month's payment directly from our bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night, while in an extreme panic mode, I quickly made an online payment to settle the the bill and I quickly called the credit collection agency this morning to make sure that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1) my payment has been posted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) to ask if my credit report will get affected - as it turns out, they do not make adverse reports to the credit reporting agencies *whew* BUT the insurance company might report my delinquent account *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I need to call up the insurance company to confirm &amp;amp; make a complaint as to why they sent my acct to a collection agency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1136922360725655116?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1136922360725655116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1136922360725655116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1136922360725655116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1136922360725655116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/delinquent.html' title='Delinquent'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7901328442447637022</id><published>2011-07-10T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:04:37.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BgqNANdIx4/ThvofdUw9BI/AAAAAAAABmE/6JUBWI_eOOY/s1600/skate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628347786474877970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BgqNANdIx4/ThvofdUw9BI/AAAAAAAABmE/6JUBWI_eOOY/s320/skate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little guy has figured out how to use his little elephant wagon (originally, a shape sorter) as a skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, he's only taken one spill and has learned to hold on to something while he figures out how to balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7901328442447637022?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7901328442447637022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7901328442447637022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7901328442447637022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7901328442447637022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/skater.html' title='Skater'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BgqNANdIx4/ThvofdUw9BI/AAAAAAAABmE/6JUBWI_eOOY/s72-c/skate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1956916769738734751</id><published>2011-07-06T01:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T01:32:53.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby and me'/><title type='text'>Midnight Halo-halo</title><content type='html'>I had just finished expressing milk for Swe-cha's afternoon bottle at the daycare tomorrow and was thinking about going to bed when I heard some scraping sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, I looked around and saw hubby with the ice shaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me and asks, "bowl or cup ?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bowl," I replied. And it was only after I said it when I realized what he was doing - halo-halo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsxc1mQnnok/ThPwfg9zV4I/AAAAAAAABk4/zrw0WS7uva0/s1600/halohalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626104783731644290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsxc1mQnnok/ThPwfg9zV4I/AAAAAAAABk4/zrw0WS7uva0/s200/halohalo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How's that for a midnight snack ? We may not go out much but we do have fun at home, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While feasting on our bowls of halo-halo, our conversation included the following statements:&lt;br /&gt;"Ang galing ng nag-imbento ng halo-halo, no ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mas magaling yung nag-imbento ng kaong!"&lt;br /&gt;"e etong nata-de-coco ? Magaling rin no ? [brings up wikipedia...] Huwaw! Pilipino pala ang nag-imbento ng nata-de-coco!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious bang amazed na amazed kami ? at medyo mababaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1956916769738734751?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1956916769738734751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1956916769738734751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1956916769738734751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1956916769738734751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/midnight-halo-halo.html' title='Midnight Halo-halo'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsxc1mQnnok/ThPwfg9zV4I/AAAAAAAABk4/zrw0WS7uva0/s72-c/halohalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7542840302971973906</id><published>2011-06-28T17:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T08:34:07.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SavyMommy'/><title type='text'>and we're live!</title><content type='html'>http://&lt;a href="http://www.savymommy.com/"&gt;www.savymommy.com&lt;/a&gt; is live!&lt;br /&gt;Note that there's only one V for SAVINGS because we want you to save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please LIKE us on Facebook and watch out for sales promotions, contests and prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/likebox.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Filovesavymommy&amp;amp;width=292&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;show_faces=false&amp;amp;border_color&amp;amp;stream=false&amp;amp;header=false&amp;amp;height=62" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:292px; height:62px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7542840302971973906?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7542840302971973906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7542840302971973906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7542840302971973906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7542840302971973906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-were-live.html' title='and we&apos;re live!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-303890003455958475</id><published>2011-06-28T17:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:16:23.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Walgreens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=3358482" rel="nofollow"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://izea.in/r1Il" rel="nofollow"&gt;SocialSpark&lt;/a&gt;. All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Walgreens has always been the very first place that I will visit whenever my family needs something health-related. I started doing this when my previous store ran out of the only homeopathic teething product that my infant son tolerates. After much searching, I eventually found that my neighborhood Walgreens' shelves were stocked full of the product! It was a no-brainer about how Walgreens became the first place to go to after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=9892&amp;amp;oid=3358482" rel="nofollow"&gt;Walgreens Brand Health &amp;amp; Wellness Products&lt;/a&gt;, one of the mainstays in my medicine cabinet is the Walgreens brand guaifenesin. We've found this to be the most effective product when it comes to combating congestion and coughs and the best part is that Walgreens' pricing is way more affordable compared to a name-brand product with the same formulation. Again, it was a no-brainer. With the financial setbacks a lot of people have been experiencing nowadays, who wouldn't want more value for their money ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mom, on the other hand, is a loyal user of Walgreens' line of supplements - vitamin C, calcium and other herbal whatnots in her arsenal are all from walgreens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The best part is that buying any&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=9892&amp;amp;oid=3358482" rel="nofollow"&gt;Walgreens Brand Health &amp;amp; Wellness Products&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;supports bringing preventative wellness services to local communities through the &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=9902&amp;amp;oid=3358482" rel="nofollow"&gt;Walgreens Way to Well Fund™&lt;/a&gt;. 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The recipient will be picking up around 600 oz of frozen milk tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidentally, my friend just forwarded me a link to a feature about &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/moms-sell-excess-breast-milk-cash-internet/story?id=13768179"&gt;selling breast milk online&lt;/a&gt; and a link to a website w/c facilitates the sale of breastmilk. I can't say that I'm not tempted because the milk is selling for up to $3.00 / ounce. And in some cases, where the milk is being sold at a bargain, it was selling for $0.60 / ounce - I did a quick calculation and this means that the 600 oz I'm donating tomorrow will potentially net me somewhere between $360 to $1800.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*blink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've always been a firm believer in good karma and believe in sharing blessings but I just hope that tomorrow's pick up doesn't end up "nickel &amp;amp; dime"-ing me because I'd be seriously annoyed. I don't intend to profit from breastmilk ever (it sounds so ... uhm ... desperate ?) but I don't intend to be at the losing end either so I asked that the recipient to please reimburse me for the cost of the bags, they don't come cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5750881405524316830?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5750881405524316830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5750881405524316830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5750881405524316830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5750881405524316830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/milk-donation.html' title='Milk donation'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-9131041267534653294</id><published>2011-06-23T16:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:21:58.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby and me'/><title type='text'>Dream big</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, my ex-ex-boss told me that they were experiencing a flash flood. Their neighbor's pond overflowed, water rushed onto the street, and onto my ex-ex-boss' house. I asked if they wanted to come over &amp;amp; hang out at home so he can work but he declined and said that since the streets are flooded, they couldn't leave anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, I told hubby about this and he said "That settles it, we're not going to buy a house in that area."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but laugh :) You see, ex-ex-boss lives in a neighborhood where houses typically fall in the 7-digit price range (and for the &lt;i&gt;pilosopos&lt;/i&gt; out there, that does not include the decimal places).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay rin tong si hubby mangarap... but then again, if you're gonna dream, why not dream big ? Libre naman mangarap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-9131041267534653294?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9131041267534653294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=9131041267534653294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/9131041267534653294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/9131041267534653294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream-big.html' title='Dream big'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3505802242871972797</id><published>2011-06-23T12:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:22:12.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby and me'/><title type='text'>Conversations with the husband</title><content type='html'>A thread I've been following recently in my e-group sparked some questions in my mind - are we happy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have think hard to find out what my answer was, I only had to look at my son to see the main reason and proof that I am happy. So that leaves the husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I ambushed him with that question, "Hun, happy ka ba ? Are you happy with our life ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a few seconds to think and said "Yes, masaya ako. Minsan lang, sobrang kulit nitong ni Swe-cha chaka hindi ako masaya pag ginigising mo ako nang maaga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[translation: he is happy but sometimes he finds it difficult when our son is being overly rambunctious and he does not like it when I wake him up early in the morning]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prodded him some more, "Come on, be honest. Aren't you the least bit proud of your son's kakulitan ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought some more and smiled, "yes, basta hindi ako mag-aalaga, proud akong makulit siya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3505802242871972797?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3505802242871972797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3505802242871972797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3505802242871972797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3505802242871972797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/conversations-with-husband.html' title='Conversations with the husband'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7073302524344023960</id><published>2011-06-21T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:45:53.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful Achi</title><content type='html'>Hubby brought our Impreza to the shop last Saturday for an oil change and asked the shop to check out the clanging sounds that he's been hearing - let's just put it this way... you know those empty cans that people sometimes tie to the bumpers of bridal cars so there's lots of noise ? Our Impreza sounds like it is dragging a lot of those empty cans even though it isn't even moving yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mechanic checks it out and finds that the screws to a heat shield has come off. So he's fixing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the humming sound that hubby suspected was coming from a wheel which may not be perfectly round anymore turns out to be caused by a bearing and of course, it needed to be replaced. Damage to our wallets was estimated at $327 + tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side of all this is that when hubby asked the mechanic if we needed to see about getting rid of the Impreza soon because it's deteriorating, mechanic says that there is no need because the car is in great shape. The stuff that we've been repairing are just normal wear / tear and are to be expected from a car that has that many miles on it and that with proper care, this car should reach 150k miles easily and w/o major issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell my sister about this during one of our talks and she tells me.. "so you guys aren't going to replace the Impreza yet ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure ? The longer you wait, the more the value will depreciate. Maybe you guys should see about selling it and getting a new car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went quiet for a minute because I was trying to figure out if my sister was serious or not. I'm pretty sure that she was teasing me but she sounded so serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, I'm still unemployed, remember ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* deafening silence *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I added, "We can deal with a $350 auto repair bill this month but it's going to be much harder coming up with the $350 or more every month for the next 5 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ay, oo nga pala no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just made me realize that I've been unemployed for the longest time that it seems so normal now. Sad, no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also made me look back and realize how much better our financial situation was back then because while hubby and I have always operated in &lt;em&gt;tipid&lt;/em&gt; mode, we could easily afford a new card DP plus a $500 monthly payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now ? It's a complete turnaround. Super-tipid mode na :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7073302524344023960?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7073302524344023960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7073302524344023960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7073302524344023960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7073302524344023960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/forgetful-achi.html' title='Forgetful Achi'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5169995540056275312</id><published>2011-06-21T15:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:59:12.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go-green'/><title type='text'>Parmesan Cheese Container</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysBt0S6swIo/TgD2zWEPjoI/AAAAAAAABjI/wrvI0EEz4IU/s1600/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620763696915517058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysBt0S6swIo/TgD2zWEPjoI/AAAAAAAABjI/wrvI0EEz4IU/s200/IMG_0855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it that obvious that I love reusing containers ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I embarass myself when I see my stash of containers grow and I start throwing stuff away but I try to keep them as much as I can - I'm such a hoarder! [translation: &lt;em&gt;basurero&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go through a lot of parmesan cheese in our house and once, I saw the small containers go on sale and I just had to get a few. Here is a perfect example of how I reused the small parmesan cheese jar - a container for loose crayons (the kind that kids get from restaurants). The flip top lid makes tidying up so easy because you can just drop the crayon in (or shake it out if you want to use it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long it'll take us and how many restaurants we'd have to visit with Swe-cha before we can get a full set of colors (I'm not looking to get a full set of colors from any one restaurant).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5169995540056275312?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5169995540056275312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5169995540056275312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5169995540056275312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5169995540056275312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/parmesan-cheese-container.html' title='Parmesan Cheese Container'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysBt0S6swIo/TgD2zWEPjoI/AAAAAAAABjI/wrvI0EEz4IU/s72-c/IMG_0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7720245124280975028</id><published>2011-06-20T11:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:06:14.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SavyMommy'/><title type='text'>Momtrepreneur</title><content type='html'>I've been talking about setting up a business - an online shop, really - with my partner since last year and as we're both first-time mommies, we both had our hands full with our babies and have not been able to devote a lot of time to our venture until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/"&gt;http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we haven't really launched this with a lot of hoopla &amp;amp; publicity yet, we've been getting a lot of hits and have even run out of some stock (but don't worry, more are on their way!) for &lt;a href="http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/product.html?pid=4"&gt;some products&lt;/a&gt;. Who knew that &lt;a href="http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/product.html?pid=4"&gt;breastmilk storage bottles&lt;/a&gt; were going to be such a big hit for Mommies in the Philippines ? But then again, breastfeeding is widespread now (yay!) and disposable milk bags are such a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our humble shop started with feeding essentials for your baby and while still keeping with our principles of selling products that we firmly believe in and use ourselves, we've expanded our product line and are carrying Aveeno and Cetaphil products now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to post a shoutout to Moms out there who have children with Eczema (unfortunately, my partner's baby has eczema so she's always on the lookout for products such as these), &lt;a href="http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/shop.html"&gt;SavyMommy&lt;/a&gt; now has the following products especially formulated for atopic skin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/product.html?pid=26"&gt;Aveeno Baby Cleansing Therapy Moisturizing Wash&lt;/a&gt; P650&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/product.html?pid=28"&gt;Aveeno Baby Eczema Therapy Moisturizing Cream&lt;/a&gt; P750&lt;br /&gt;Cetaphil Restoraderm Moisturizing Lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do drop by our site and check out our products. Mention this blog and you'll be eligible for our pre-order promotion for Aveeno Eczema products - buy the &lt;a href="http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/product.html?pid=26"&gt;Aveeno Baby Cleansing Therapy Moisturizing Wash&lt;/a&gt; for P650 and get the &lt;a href="http://savymommy.awardspace.biz/product.html?pid=28"&gt;Aveeno Baby Eczema Therapy Moisturizing Cream&lt;/a&gt; for only P700 -&amp;gt; instant savings of P50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mention "newlyweds at work" and this blog when you pre-order, you also get free shipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7720245124280975028?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7720245124280975028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7720245124280975028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7720245124280975028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7720245124280975028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/momtrepreneur.html' title='Momtrepreneur'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7565136006888282993</id><published>2011-06-16T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:11:40.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go-green'/><title type='text'>Ashtray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TL2OrXAZCw/Tfo4GgUjh9I/AAAAAAAABjA/OVHfs5FKVNo/s1600/ashtray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618865169504634834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TL2OrXAZCw/Tfo4GgUjh9I/AAAAAAAABjA/OVHfs5FKVNo/s200/ashtray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a year since we started buying baby food for our son and in typical-basurero fashion, we've been collecting and keeping the empty food jars (clean &amp;amp; sterilized), in the hopes that we can repurpose / recycle them in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw a lot away (I started throwing jars a few months ago) but I thought that it would be too wasteful to throw the ones that I've already washed and kept so we held onto them in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is part of a series of ways that we've found to reuse these baby food jars :) I'm tagging posts like these "go-green", for now, even though smoking isn't exactly good for the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use: Ashtray for when a smoker comes-a-visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: We get to cover it with the lid so the ashes don't go flying around as it gets thrown in the trash. Also, being in a lidded glass jar gives me the confidence that no live embers will touch the trash &amp;amp; ignite something else even if we throw this in with the rest of our household trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7565136006888282993?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7565136006888282993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7565136006888282993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7565136006888282993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7565136006888282993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/ashtray.html' title='Ashtray'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TL2OrXAZCw/Tfo4GgUjh9I/AAAAAAAABjA/OVHfs5FKVNo/s72-c/ashtray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1482931661333499699</id><published>2011-06-02T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:06:00.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sterilize</title><content type='html'>Last night, I watched Swe-cha play with his milk bottle cap while I'm giving him his milk just before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he twirled the cap around and tried to fit his feet inside, a thought occurred to me - why do we persist in sterilizing his milk bottles and nipples even though we said that we'd stop doing that when he turns 1 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was simple,... love namin sya eh and sterilizing, whether or not it is needed, is a labor of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;cross posted on &lt;a href="http://hafamilychronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;our family blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1482931661333499699?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1482931661333499699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1482931661333499699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1482931661333499699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1482931661333499699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/06/sterilize.html' title='Sterilize'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4574682695193542701</id><published>2011-05-28T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:49:43.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>milkies</title><content type='html'>I've gained a few pounds since I lost all that weight since giving birth but on a whim, I decided to try out my old swimsuit from 1999 - stretchable naman eh ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I try it on and what great joy! It finally fits again (sort of) after a decade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I might have to buy myself a new suit anyway because while the suit fits my body, my milk-laden boobies do tend to spill and burst out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4574682695193542701?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4574682695193542701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4574682695193542701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4574682695193542701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4574682695193542701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/milkies.html' title='milkies'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4764644709266912998</id><published>2011-05-28T08:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T08:55:20.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Climber</title><content type='html'>We've got a climber on our hands.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, when I picked Swe-cha up from daycare, J told me that he kept climbing the tables and they've had to pick him up and bring him back down from the tabletops 3x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home, I left him in 2 minutes alone in his play area while I popped into the kitchen to set the pot of soup on the stove. I heard him shrieking in glee, glanced at him and saw him walking on the sofa - right at the edge - and he didn't look too stable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart jumped up my throat and I ran to him. It's only a very short sprint from the kitchen to his play area but it seemed so far. I don't remember what happened in the 5 seconds it took me to get to him but I must have banged my knee along the way because now, I'm sporting a huge bump on my knee whose diameter reminds me of a ping-pong ball and it's starting to turn an awful shade of blank, blue, purple and red. My knee also hurts when I walk. But then again, I'm glad that if someone had to get hurt at all, that it was me instead of my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4764644709266912998?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4764644709266912998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4764644709266912998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4764644709266912998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4764644709266912998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/climber.html' title='Climber'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8681445012142457683</id><published>2011-05-18T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:32:12.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what's for dinner ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608134186120325058" border="0" alt="" align="center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd1G179LB7A/TdQYVEBtJ8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/qxNESbXSH7c/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8681445012142457683?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8681445012142457683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8681445012142457683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8681445012142457683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8681445012142457683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='Guess what&apos;s for dinner ?'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd1G179LB7A/TdQYVEBtJ8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/qxNESbXSH7c/s72-c/IMG_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-780972912666122774</id><published>2011-05-03T13:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:08:06.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swecha &amp; Daycare</title><content type='html'>Swe-cha has been going to daycare for a little over 2 months now and with the exception of those first 2 weeks, he is generally happy to go to and stay in daycare the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, however, he's been crying whenever I try to drop him off at daycare. Yesterday, he started clinging to me as I was taking off his jacket and today, he started making for the door as soon as I put him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see him cry. I hope that this does not mean that he's getting sick again because he usually becomes clingy when he's not feeling well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-780972912666122774?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/780972912666122774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=780972912666122774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/780972912666122774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/780972912666122774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/05/swecha-daycare.html' title='Swecha &amp; Daycare'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-336777420670439582</id><published>2011-04-27T15:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:35:33.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick baby</title><content type='html'>As much as I want to get the chance to jump-start my career and go back to work again, there are days such as today that make me thankful that I still get to be a SAHM.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daycare called me at 2:30p today and told me that Swe-cha had a bad episode of diarrhea - it was running down his legs! - and was crying almost non-stop since morning. He ate lunch and finished his bottle (milk) and did not have any fever but they were concerned because he would hold his tummy every so often and would kick his legs, they think he is having abdominal pains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called his doctor and was told to observe him and bring him in tomorrow if he gets worse. There's nothing to be concerned about for now because it was just the 1 episode of diarrhea and that he has no other symptoms - I have yet to see him hold his tummy when he feels the abdominal cramps. I'm thinking that his crying at DC all day has something to do with me and not really because he is in that much pain, he just wants to be with me because he's not feeling well. In fact, he stopped crying immediately and started waving bye-bye to everybody as soon as he saw me walk through the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had another episode of diarrhea (so there's really something going on in his tummy) as soon as we got home but he did not show signs of being in pain. We even sang a few songs and played tickle-cuddle games with each other before he settled down for his nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, he's napping now and I did give him Florastor (probiotics) with his milk as per the clinic's instructions. I'm relieved that he finished his Florastor-spiked milk w/o any complaints as he would sometimes spit it up when he's not in the mood. Aside from wanting him to finish the Florastor so he will get well ASAP, I don't like to waste it since it is on the expensive side and is not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-336777420670439582?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/336777420670439582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=336777420670439582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/336777420670439582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/336777420670439582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/sick-baby.html' title='Sick baby'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4464899428528587111</id><published>2011-04-22T15:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:07:30.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously pinoy</title><content type='html'>I decided to bring the SUV to the car dealership to get it serviced. We skipped the 7500 mile service (tire rotation) and it was due for an oil change. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I dropped the car off to be serviced, I walked over the a nearby Chinese takeout place to grab lunch and when I walked in, a guy having lunch smiled at me and said "Kumusta ka na ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My usual get-up is obviously non-American (I never really adapted to US seasonal fashion, I usually just go out in jeans and a shirt) but I look more Oriental than Filipino so I'm usually mistaken for a Korean or Japanese, even on flights headed towards the Philippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird lang. So anyway, he started doing small-talk. I was aloof and opened my book to signal that I wasn't interested in chatting, I was wary and didn't want to be recruited into listening to a sales-talk, seminar or some multi-level marketing thing. Most of all, I was afraid that he was going to try and sell me insurance (heehee).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wolfed down my lunch as soon as it was ready and rushed out. On my way back to the dealership, I passed by this salon that opened yesterday. They had  an opening special for eyebrow threading - $2.99! This was a huge bargain from the usual $8++.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked out the SUV, it still wasn't ready yet so I went back to the salon. When it was my turn, the lady asked me "you want original ?"  I pointed out to my eyebrows and said "oh no, I want new and improved version". She laughed :) Glad I made someone smile / laugh today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a call from DC a few minutes after I got home, Swe-cha had diarrhea earlier and then threw up everything that he ate later so they ran out of clean clothes. When I got to DC, he was cranky. I was told that he's been cranky the whole day and had not napped yet and since it was almost 4p, I decided to just bring him home and hopefully, it wasn't too late for him to take a nap yet and he did! DC thinks that he might have a stomach bug again. My guess is that his diarrhea might be due to teething (yes, again) and the throwing up could be caused by his cough (he has trouble expelling phlegm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope he feels better tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy easter, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4464899428528587111?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4464899428528587111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4464899428528587111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4464899428528587111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4464899428528587111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/obviously-pinoy.html' title='Obviously pinoy'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-6140464267229076775</id><published>2011-04-20T19:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:52:03.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>I have a job interview tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my 3rd ever job interview in my whole life, my very first job interview in this country and my first in over 14 years. I guess I could spout out a few more statistics but they'd only make me more nervous than I already am so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm just trying to relax and not to be too nervous. After all, this is a first try. If I don't get the position, it's not like it's a big loss because at the worst case, I get to practice my interview skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It scares me more to think about the possibility of actually getting the position. I've technically only worked for 1 company since I started my career, I have not worked at all in over a year and I have not worked in an office setting in 4 years! Eek... again, not a good idea to be spouting statistics / facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not even begun to think about the changes that Swe-cha will have to go through. Hopefully, this shouldn't be too difficult for him as he already goes to daycare full time now. For now, I'm thinking that the only change he'll be aware of is that he either gets dropped off or picked up at daycare by his Dad instead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please bless me tomorrow, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: *whew* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interview went well in the sense that the guy asked some technical questions that I was able to answer so I didn't leave the interview feeling like an idiot (the interviewer may have thought differently but at least, I didn't feel ignorant afterwards).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the possibility of getting the position, I don't think that I was a good match for what they are looking for. I went in thinking that I had just the right mix of technical and management experience but it turns out that they were looking for someone really technical, innovative and able to think of new features and innovations for their products - yes, I asked :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get the impression that this company is looking for a product manager rather than a development manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm waiting to hear back from the recruiter who is waiting to hear back from the interviewer. It would be interesting to find out what he (the interviewer) thought of me, it would be helpful to find out what he thought were my strong and weak points (for future employment opportunities).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-6140464267229076775?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6140464267229076775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=6140464267229076775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6140464267229076775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6140464267229076775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5153891915174050599</id><published>2011-04-20T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:55:18.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ms property="" manager=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ms property="" manager=""&gt;Finally, there is someone who makes sense!&lt;/ms&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ms property="" manager=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ms&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ms property="" manager=""&gt;Here is a snippet of the email that the contractor sent to the property manager regarding his inspection of my window.&lt;/ms&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ms property="" manager=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ms&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Property Manager&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As requested, I met with &lt;i&gt;owner&lt;/i&gt; &lt;popcorn&gt;of &lt;i&gt;Unit ####&lt;/i&gt; on April 14, 2011.  I visually inspected the existing window from the interior and from the ground on the exterior.  I believe that you had explained to me that the reason for the requested window replacement was due to a leak in the unit below.  &lt;b&gt;I am not convinced that the leak into the unit below is caused by the window.&lt;/b&gt;  I would perform the window replacement if desired, but I could not offer any guarantee against stopping the leakage below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[letter snipped]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/popcorn&gt;&lt;/ms&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the rest of his letter, he proposes to conduct a water test to try and cause the leak to happen and only then will he be able to propose a repair to the leak and offer a guarantee for the repair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I tell hubby, I feel much much better because we're finally dealing with someone who (seems to be) is objective and does not start with the assumption that my window is the cause of the leak. Now, if after this test, it does come out that my window is to blame, then I have no issues about bearing the cost of the replacement. An expert opinion was all that I wanted and have been asking for all this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5153891915174050599?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5153891915174050599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5153891915174050599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5153891915174050599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5153891915174050599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1716283679942905852</id><published>2011-04-19T15:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:19:08.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No better time than now</title><content type='html'>I updated my resume &amp; profile on a couple of job sites. I'm also in the process of setting up a LinkedIn profile - yes, I am a bit of a late bloomer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swe-cha is thriving in daycare - he is napping, sleeping, playing and is happy - and while he is still picking up a virus or two every now and then, he seems to be coping quite well and we have not had a high-fever scare in a while now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm quite happy and would love to continue with my full-time-mommy and SAHM stint, I do feel the urge to spread my wings again and pick up where I left off, career-wise. Being a full-time mommy has its moments and rewards but I recognize the need for me to go back to work again if we want our family to become financially stable and get Swe-cha's college fund going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sent out a few applications today to job postings that seem most ideal to me location and compensation-wise. If I get a nibble, then good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just heard back again from that client who is interested in hiring me. He still has not managed to get a position approved but the good news is that he is still working on it. Unfortunately, the salary that he might be able to offer (if &amp; when the position does get approved) is much lower than what I was previously getting. I sent word that I would be very much interested in checking out the overall package, if and when this materializes. I do recognize that some work benefits are better than cash (i.e. work from home, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please bless this job hunt and lead me to where You want me to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1716283679942905852?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1716283679942905852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1716283679942905852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1716283679942905852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1716283679942905852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-better-time-than-now.html' title='No better time than now'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4741702906997148370</id><published>2011-04-14T10:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:44:03.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody lies</title><content type='html'>I don't like our new property manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness to her, she took over the management of our condo building at a difficult time. The person who used to manage the property before got seriously sick and was in and out of the office and for some period of time, there were too many people covering &amp; pitching in for him and you know what they say about too many chefs ruining the soup, right ? So, now, Z comes into the equation and has to sort through all the issues that have piled up since K (the previous manager) got sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm still waiting to hear about the decision that the board has made on our alleged window-leak issue. On 4/1, we were talking on and off the whole afternoon trying to sort things out. She would do some research, ask people and then give me a call back and let me know what's up. I'd have a question or I'd point out an inconsistency and she would do more research and would come back to be again with her answers. I thought we had a pretty good start then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she had also told me that she would be sending someone over to come by the house the following Wednesday (4/7) and that she would let me know what time he will be coming over. This is where our troubles started. By Monday, I started calling her office to ask if our Wednesday thing was confirmed or not. I couldn't reach her and left her a voicemail so I tried calling her again on Tuesday and then again on Wednesday. By then, I gave up. Z finally calls me back on 4/13, exactly 12 days from when we last talked and wanted to send someone over that same day, stating "we really need to move forward on this". This p*ssed me off big-time. She takes 12 days to call me back and then puts the pressure on me to accomodate her on the same day ? I tell her that and she denies that it has been that long since we last talked and says that she still has that email I sent her when we talked and she can prove that it has not been that long. DUH, I have the email too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shift some things around and got something scheduled with her guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I attended the condo board meeting to find out what's up. When I asked the board of directors what the decision was on this issue, I was told by the president that "the board will be deciding on that tonight". WHAT THE ? On 4/1 ? Z told me (verbally*) that the board had decided to shoulder the window replacement expenses and charge me for it if it stops the leak below and if it does not, then I do not get charged for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miffed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z lies. She lied about the 12 days that has passed before she calls me back. And the rest ? I don't know who's lying or who's been giving or has been given the wrong information. But the communication obviously broke down somewhere along the line. If the board has not made a decision as of the start of last night's meeting, why did the property mgt company send me that letter on 3/23 (received 3/31) ? Why did Z tell me that the board has decided to go ahead with the window replacement ... blah blah ... on 4/1 ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that none of the people here can be trusted. Not even if you get something in writing. As Dr House says in his show, "everybody lies" or it could also be that they are incompetent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one (or two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- * note that what Z has told me verbally is the opposite of what a letter I received from the property management office says. The letter (signed by yet another property manager) states that my window is faulty and it is my responsibility to fix it, they will look for a subcontractor to complete the job and I will be assessed the fees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4741702906997148370?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4741702906997148370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4741702906997148370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4741702906997148370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4741702906997148370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/everybody-lies.html' title='Everybody lies'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4656494265025629268</id><published>2011-04-12T10:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:07:30.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food poisoning</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had the worst case of food poisoning (that I can remember in my whole life). Without delving into the details and being too graphic, let's just say that by afternoon, I wanted to just LIVE in the bathroom and by evening, I wasn't even sure if I was going to make it out alive. *wince*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has been such a trooper. I called him up in the early afternoon and asked him to quickly come home. I was about to pick up Swe-cha from daycare and I was feeling so weak and didn't know if I was going to be able to keep from expelling things out of my system in the short time it will take to drive the 2 blocks to DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I also wasn't able to cook dinner, he prepped some macaroni soup for me - but I had no appetite for it until this morning - and gamely had some leftover spaghetti (from last week) and feasted on a giant ensaymada that we ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.keykgirl.com/"&gt;Keyks&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swe-cha missed me so much because I wasn't able to spend time with him that he refused to sleep unless I was holding, hugging and patting him and since I couldn't last more than a few minutes w/o the urge to expel something out (remember, I wanted to just stay in the bathroom ?), it took a while before he fell asleep too because he would cry whenever I had to run off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned my lesson, &lt;i&gt;huwag matakaw&lt;/i&gt;. I should not have had that 2nd and 3rd serving of sago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, yay for free water! I've been flushing and flushing all day and not have to worry about our water bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4656494265025629268?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4656494265025629268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4656494265025629268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4656494265025629268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4656494265025629268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-poisoning.html' title='Food poisoning'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7825894325067766591</id><published>2011-04-12T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:01:11.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Spring has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1981752" rel="nofollow"&gt;Pier 1&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://izea.in/r1Il" rel="nofollow"&gt;SocialSpark&lt;/a&gt;. All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Spring has finally come. It sure took its sweet time, teasing us with nice warm days and then just as I've laundered and put our winter jackets way, we get a blast of snow on a cold cold day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In any case, our days are starting to warm up now and I can't wait to tear off this plastic sheeting that is covering our windows and doors right now (to guard against drafts) and finally let the spring air in and the stale indoor air out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've also been planning out my patio garden in my mind and thinking about what herbs, plants and flowers we should grow this season. I'm also thinking of finally replacing our outdoor patio furniture or possibly just getting a new set that we could put in the balcony off of our master bedroom. I hear that&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=5252&amp;amp;oid=1981752" rel="nofollow"&gt;Pier 1&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has a nice new outdoor furniture collection available this season and they might be worth a look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This &lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/catalog/browse/0300.furniture/tabid/519/CategoryID/158/List/0/Level/a/ProductID/5411/Default.aspx?ProductName=Rockasan%E2%84%A2-Chair"&gt;Papasan&lt;/a&gt; seems like a good item for our upper balcony, Swe-cha and I would sure enjoy curling up in there while we watch the birds and squirrels out in the courtyard. This also seems like a good place for me to curl up in with a good book (or that Kindle that my brother promised to gift me) and when winter comes around next year, we can just move it back inside the house and it'll fit right in with our other furniture. What I like about&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=5252&amp;amp;oid=1981752" rel="nofollow"&gt;Pier 1&lt;/a&gt;'s furniture is that they can be used both indoors and outdoors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for our main floor patio, a set of &lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/Catalog/Seasonal/tabid/467/List/0/CategoryID/170/level/a/ProductID/6512/ProductName/Light-Brown-Outdoor-Wicker-Stacking-Armchairuu/Default.aspx"&gt;outdoor stacking wicker arm&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;chairs would be a good buy - perfect for entertaining during the summer and since they stack up on top of each other, storage should be a breeze when we're not using them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also love the look of this &lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/Catalog/Seasonal/tabid/467/List/0/CategoryID/92/level/a/ProductID/5877/ProductName/Bee-Hive-Drink-Dispenseruu/Default.aspx"&gt;beehive drink dispenser&lt;/a&gt;, perfect for serving ice cold lemonade during outdoor parties or picnics, no ? Then, some &lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/Catalog/Seasonal/tabid/467/List/0/CategoryID/92/level/a/ProductID/30703/ProductName/Bee-Lady-Bug-Yard-Stakesuu/Default.aspx"&gt;bug yard stakes&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/Catalog/Seasonal/tabid/467/List/0/CategoryID/92/level/a/ProductID/29590/ProductName/Butterfly-Wind-Chimeuu/Default.aspx"&gt;butterfly windchime&lt;/a&gt; should complete the look of our outdoor patio garden-cum-outdoor entertainment area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=5902&amp;amp;oid=1981752" rel="nofollow"&gt;Pier 1 Tweetups&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for other updates :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1981752" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Sponsor's Site" border="0" src="http://app.socialspark.com/views?oid=1981752" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7825894325067766591?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7825894325067766591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7825894325067766591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7825894325067766591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7825894325067766591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-has-arrived.html' title='Spring has arrived!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-6182396495623527091</id><published>2011-04-06T14:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:16:31.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get the feeling that when something goes wrong, then a lot of others follow in its wake? Fortunately, the same goes for good news because lately, it seems like when I get a bit of good news early in the day, I can expect to get more later.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This explains why I've been sort of going through an emotional roller coaster lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swe-cha has been alternating between getting sick and getting well and his appetite is suffering most of all. He's still picking up all sorts of bugs from daycare, poor baby! At least, he seems to be happy there. When I pick him up, he's either playing by himself, running around with the other kids, or being held by one of the staff (he tends to get clingy when he is not feeling well and I'm very thankful to the DC's staff because they seem to care). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Window-wise, I'm still up in the air. One week, we're waiting for the other unit owner to cooperate and the next week, my window has been pronounced defective and I am responsible for replacement costs. When I called up the mgt company to ask when and how my window was suddenly declared defective, they got confused as well. Someone thought that a technician had already been sent and done an inspection, someone else says that the guy in the unit below has decided to sue the condo board and they're running scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, communication has broken off somewhere along the line and I'm not getting any news. Last I heard, the mgt company was going to send a contractor over to replace my window, the board will cover the cost for now and if it is proved later that the leak is still there (ergo not caused by my window), I have zero responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said contractor was supposed to come today and mgt company is supposed to confirm the schedule with me prior to today. But here I am, sitting here and wondering if and when the guy would be coming. I've been calling and calling the mgt company since Monday and nobody seems to know when my contact person ever comes in to work. I keep getting her voicemail and when someone does answer, it's to tell me that "can you try calling after lunch ?" or "she's coming in 20 minutes" and when I call back again later, their office is already closed. Nyek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I was able to book affordable tickets for my brother and parents. They're coming to visit us in the summer and I can't wait to see them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-6182396495623527091?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6182396495623527091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=6182396495623527091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6182396495623527091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6182396495623527091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-6597566437461169318</id><published>2011-03-31T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:04:10.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs and Memories</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad had just come back from a short trip to HK to attend the inauguration ceremonies of our uncle who was recently elected chairman of his commerce group. They met up with my great-aunt (my maternal grandmother's only sibling) and Mom had a lot stories to share with me when she and Dad got back home. One of the things that she mentioned in passing was that our great-aunt was very interested in seeing Swe-cha and said that she wished she had a picture. Now, my mom is proud of her grandsons, but she isn't really the type to carry a picture around in her wallet / bag so she had none to show and give. While Mom was telling me the story, she also commented that it would be embarassing (did not seem right) to give great-aunt a picture of Swe-cha when she had just returned great-aunt's family pictures to her. Huh ? As it turns out, Grandma (Ama) had loads and loads of pictures of her sister's family. When she passed away, her children discussed returning the photos but my uncle asked to keep them as mementos. Earlier this year, this same uncle passed away and his wife then gathered all these pictures together and let the siblings decide what to do with them because after all, they were pictures of our side of the family. The siblings decided to return them to great-aunt because that was the original plan after all. This set me to wondering... is this the usual practice ? I'm so bothered by what they did because I would want to have a picture of great-aunt to keep, I did get to meet her and spend some time with her while grandma was still alive. Obviously, Mom and my other aunts and uncles don't have any sense of family history at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-6597566437461169318?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6597566437461169318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=6597566437461169318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6597566437461169318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6597566437461169318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/photographs-and-memories.html' title='Photographs and Memories'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3419602013307243356</id><published>2011-03-28T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T03:03:33.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Taking care of Swe-cha leaves me tired and simply drained of energy on most days but I find that so long as my body is still able to stand up and move, I am still able to function on autopilot when it comes to the simple, everyday tasks that I perform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, I felt so sleepy but I wanted to finish setting up and reviewing that database that I downloaded (for PT work) so that I could start fresh and early tomorrow morning. It really didn't help that I didn't get much sleep last night because of this darn cough (I eventually fell asleep when hubby got me a glass of water and a tablet of Mucinex, thanks hun!). Also, Swe-cha stayed in DC (daycare) the whole day today and I didn't get to catch a few winks as I usually do when he takes a nap in the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By evening, I pretty much felt like a zombie. I took a shower, shampooed my hair, reached over to the body wash and didn't realize my mistake until I had smeared and massaged it all over my hair and scalp. I washed it off and reached for the conditioner so I could condition my hair and then squirted a generous dollop of hair conditioner onto my body sponge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain sort of realized what was happening but it wasn't quick enough to stop my hands from going through the motions. In any case, the shower did revive me a little and I found that I could still put up a post to share how my day went :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to bed now and hope to wake up refreshed tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3419602013307243356?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3419602013307243356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3419602013307243356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3419602013307243356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3419602013307243356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-9154116090615222862</id><published>2011-03-22T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:41:14.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odp31aXJf-Y/TYjk-b6W8LI/AAAAAAAABgM/2qENszrTtNo/s1600/shred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odp31aXJf-Y/TYjk-b6W8LI/AAAAAAAABgM/2qENszrTtNo/s200/shred.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586967099048652978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our building's basement storage area had minor flooding during the recent rains and as luck would have it, our only damage turned out to be a box full of my old office stuff (mostly junk).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to throw them into the shredder and junked the entire box. That was cathartic for Mommy... and looks like it was fun for Swe-cha too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-9154116090615222862?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9154116090615222862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=9154116090615222862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/9154116090615222862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/9154116090615222862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/helping-mommy.html' title='Helping Mommy'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odp31aXJf-Y/TYjk-b6W8LI/AAAAAAAABgM/2qENszrTtNo/s72-c/shred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5130099024941783377</id><published>2011-03-21T13:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:52:10.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine overload</title><content type='html'>It's free iced-coffee day at Dunkin Donuts today and I planned this morning to take advantage of this offer. In spite of the slush &amp;amp; wet snow, I braved going out and dropped by Buy Buy Baby, Home Depot, Babies R Us and the local grocery store to pick up some essentials. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped by different DD branches in between stores and got 3 cups of iced coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now ? I have a headache. I have not drunk this much coffee in such a long time - the last time I did was around this time last year when DD had their free iced coffee day too. Okay, more than half of the cup is really ice but this is still 3x what I usually have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha! I'm obviously a sucker for free stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Lesson learned, don't be greedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5130099024941783377?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5130099024941783377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5130099024941783377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5130099024941783377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5130099024941783377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/caffeine-overload.html' title='Caffeine overload'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4496983139437102647</id><published>2011-03-20T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:14:35.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Hubby did some spring cleaning this weekend, starting with the master bedroom. He dusted, wiped, and scrubbed everything clean, even climbed up a latter to clean out the ceiling fan and lights. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also fixed that closet door that's been bothering us, after almost 3 years of "thinking about it", we can finally close the doors to both closets and keep the dust off of our clothes. This is one of the things I've been nagging him about, I'm OC about keeping the closet doors closed to keep the things inside clean but he keeps leaving them open because the door is difficult to close. I eventually gave up nagging and as it turns out, he decides to fix the door after all this time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, he vacuumed. Oooh, the carpets feel so good on one's bare feet after a good vacuuming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does this when I start coughing and I start blaming it on a dust allergy. Now, I only wish there was some way to make him clean w/o having to get sick :P In any case, he's already doing it now so I'm not complaining (I did give him a choice of caring for Swe-cha or cleaning, he chose the latter). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also started putting the knick knacks on our bookshelf into a box so that we can move the bookshelf to another location as part of our "Swe-cha's play area expansion" project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's one of the good things I can say about the husband. Once he gets started cleaning, he really does get going. It's just that sometimes, I do have to put my foot down because he can get out of control and start working on other things. Say, he'd start off w/ vacuuming the carpets. When he gets to the computer area, he'll want to organize &amp;amp; clean that as well, so he'll take out all the wires and cables and disks and what-nots and spread it all out to clean. Then when he's done w/ that, he'll want to organize &amp;amp; sort his DVDs.... by the end of the day, he will have started a lot of other small projects and still not finish his original activity (vacuuming the carpet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I hope he finishes this as I'm tired from being up all night because of Swe-cha's teething and I cannot supervise *wink*. But then again, maybe he'll decide to do our floors one of these days and I won't have to scout for an affordable &lt;a href="http://www.searshomeservices.com/flooring/improve?SID=SHPx20110113xIZEAFLOOR"&gt;Floor company&lt;/a&gt; anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4496983139437102647?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4496983139437102647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4496983139437102647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4496983139437102647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4496983139437102647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7224063532370892203</id><published>2011-03-18T11:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:37:19.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>The grand plan for the weekend is to set up Swe-cha's play area in the living room. This has been in the works (in my mind) for a long time but we didn't really have any concrete ideas for baby-proofing his play area until Tita A took a picture of her girls' play area and sent it to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered a couple more play yard kits online (supposed to arrive today) and got another foam mat set for the bigger area. Barring any complications, his play area should be ready by the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh, delivery got rescheduled to Monday. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7224063532370892203?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7224063532370892203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7224063532370892203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7224063532370892203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7224063532370892203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8964867868073275153</id><published>2011-03-16T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:36:57.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well-oiled machine</title><content type='html'>Swe-cha has been throwing up while he's asleep on most nights these days. It usually happens when he tries to cough up phlegm and he does not have enough control because he is asleep, the phlegm comes out but so does a lot of other stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few nights, he's been throwing up on his pillow and then would get it all over his face and hair because he'd still be sleeping and he usually with his face down and his butt up high in the air. So in the process of cleaning him up, getting him changed and changing the sheets (because even though we have these multi-use sheets spread out beneath him, he still manages to throw up near the edge so that there is a little seepage onto the bedsheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, we heard him coughing again. So we ran to the bed and got there just in time to see him cough out the phlegm and it was followed by some milk, I got to Swe-cha just in time to lift him up just as he threw up so while he did mess up his sleep sack, we managed to keep him clean (and asleep), yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I held him while hubby went to get the spare sleepsack, replace the pillows and the multi-use sheets. We then put him in the new sleepsack and back to bed, all in less than 5 minutes. We were like a well-oiled machine tonight. Sad lang to think that we got to this stage because Swe-cha has been doing this a lot lately because of his cough :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8964867868073275153?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8964867868073275153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8964867868073275153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8964867868073275153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8964867868073275153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-oiled-machine.html' title='Well-oiled machine'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1412577031219850871</id><published>2011-03-16T01:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:09:33.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think my milk supply is starting to dwindle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to get 15oz easy whenever I express milk, now we're lucky if we get 10 oz. I'm not complaining because this is still enough for Swe-cha, it just means that I don't get to freeze more than a bag or two (if we're lucky) each day. I'm also quite relieved - in a way - to realize that my milk supply can go down. I've been worrying a bit about this because I'm gearing up to start working again and I'm worried that I might get mastitis or clogged ducts again if I cannot pump regularly during the day or if I cannot pump long enough to empty out my breasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swe-cha usually takes 3 bottles a day and drinks somewhere between 5 to 10 oz for each bottle. I'm super thankful that we still have breastmilk because I get to fill up his bottles with 10 oz and not feel &lt;i&gt;hinayang&lt;/i&gt; when he doesn't finish it or doesn't touch it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1412577031219850871?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1412577031219850871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1412577031219850871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1412577031219850871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1412577031219850871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/milk.html' title='Milk'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-3089773747180244033</id><published>2011-03-13T17:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T17:26:55.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On our way to church yesterday, we saw our neighbors in the hallway and we were told that they were on their way to the basement to inspect the flood damages. What the ? Apparently, our building's basement (where our storage units are) was flooded this [he gestures around 3 inches] high. We went to hear mass anyway and decided to check out the basement when we got home later. We figured it wasn't going to be any better if we saw the damages an hour later rather than now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later, we went down to the basement and I am happy to report that we got off almost scot-free. The only water damage was to a christmas tree - which I'm okay to throw away anyway - and a box marked "office", this had all the junk from when we packed up our office in 2007. I did have some framed photographs of my nephews inside the box, wrapped in newspaper. The newspaper wrappings were soggy by the framed photos were dry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like this was a sign from God, sort of like Him telling me to hang in there and that things are gonna get better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is, between Swe-cha getting sick every week, hubby's wisdom tooth extraction/surgery last week, a possible root canal for hubby, and this leak downstairs that's being blamed on our window... having more of our precious stuff (wedding album, high school and college yearbooks) damaged is going to be unbearable. Considering that I have not seen any checks from &lt;a href="http://www.easypayrollservices.co.uk/"&gt;payroll services&lt;/a&gt; in over a year ? "Property damages" is the last thing I want to hear about. I'm so thankful that we were spared this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-3089773747180244033?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3089773747180244033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=3089773747180244033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3089773747180244033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/3089773747180244033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/unfortunate-events.html' title='Unfortunate events'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8782181718062672100</id><published>2011-03-13T06:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T06:05:08.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick again</title><content type='html'>It's been a very stressful week for our household. Again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swe-cha picked up yet another bug from daycare and developed a high grade fever on Thursday night. We decided to keep him home again on Friday. So far, it's been 3 different bugs in 3 different weeks. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends keep telling me that this is how kids build their immune systems. With the way we're going now, I hope that this means that this is going to be one strong kid in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst of it is that hubby and I are getting sick too! A sick momma cannot cope with a sick kid. Hubby has been such a trooper and lets me get as much extra sleep as I can get and he tries to pick up the slack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8782181718062672100?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8782181718062672100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8782181718062672100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8782181718062672100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8782181718062672100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/sick-again.html' title='Sick again'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1450986706350507773</id><published>2011-03-08T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:17:38.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Window drama</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought that the window drama is over, here we go again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That leaky window that we've been trying to get fixed was tested with a water test (water sprayed from a host directly into the window - seams and all) last Friday and I thought we were done. It rained all day Sunday and leaks were still reported in the unit downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come monday morning, the super and the unit owner was knocking on my door again, asking to knock more holes into my walls with the promise of patching it up again. They cut up more holes, revealing dry wall interiors. I thought that I was home free but as it turns out, this gave them even more fuel to put the blame on my window! Now, I'm getting a lot of pressure to replace the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What happens if the leak isn't caused by my window ? I replace it and you still have leaks ?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then you sue the condo," the super told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sh*t. Sue ? I don't have the time or the energy for a lawsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you want me to replace my window, make it official. Go to the condo board and have them send me an official request to replace my window because it is causing a leak. This way, I have something to go back to in case the leak persists after the replacement. If I will be compelled to replace my window, I want something that says that I will get reimbursed for the costs IF it turns out that the leak is not my window's fault."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So off they go to the management company to ask for that official letter. In the meantime, I have been very busy calling for estimates to replace that window and it is not looking good (especially not after having spent almost $250 on repairs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I have money issues. Again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Separation issues (from Swe-cha) aside, I can't wait to start working again. I miss the financial freedom that two incomes give to our household. I can't wait till we have the funds to move. I can't wait to sell this place. Condo living is so *not* for me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a really long letter detailing the window issues to the board of directors. I hope they come up with a fair solution that's amenable to both parties otherwise, someone might have to consult &lt;a href="http://www.indiana-bankruptcy-law.com/"&gt;Northwest Indiana Bankruptcy Lawyer&lt;/a&gt;s pretty soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1450986706350507773?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1450986706350507773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1450986706350507773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1450986706350507773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1450986706350507773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/window-drama.html' title='Window drama'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-961854232896576224</id><published>2011-03-03T00:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:23:42.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sulit</title><content type='html'>I really love it when a "toy" that I buy turns out to be useful. One such item in our household is the otoscope that I purchased a few weeks ago. The only sad part is that Swe-cha and now, hubby, had to get sick before we got to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used the otoscope to check out Swe-cha's ears for infection last weekend and tonight, I used it again to confirm that hubby's jaw pain isn't caused by ear infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hubby's case, it is really a case of good news that comes with bad. The good news is that he does not have ear infection, the bad of it is that we suspect that his jaw pain is caused by his impacted wisdom teeth. He was really hoping to just get the ear infection which is easily treatable w/ an antibiotic regimen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-961854232896576224?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/961854232896576224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=961854232896576224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/961854232896576224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/961854232896576224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/sulit.html' title='Sulit'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7615498291048497780</id><published>2011-02-27T23:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:51:56.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomelo</title><content type='html'>I was checking out our refrigerator and found the basket of fruits - pushed way out into the back - that was part of the 13 fruits that I prepared for the Lunar new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that it has been weeks that hubby and I have been reminding each other to eat them but neither of us actually did as we're both too lazy to cut the fruit up or to peel them, I took out a big red pomelo cut it in half, put each half on a plate and placed it in front of hubby and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eat," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we struggled to peel our pomelos and fought to defend our eyes from the juices that spray out when we squeeze too hard, hubby tells me, "I have never heard of anybody eating all of these (as he points to his pomelo half) in one day. It's not possible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh and laugh. I couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, that was the last thing I expected to hear from a guy who is known to eat half a watermelon in one sitting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7615498291048497780?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7615498291048497780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7615498291048497780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7615498291048497780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7615498291048497780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/pomelo.html' title='Pomelo'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-417386972485669117</id><published>2011-02-27T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:10:39.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All ears</title><content type='html'>This is *not* a sponsored post but I just have to rave about some products that we recently got to use. Please do not continue reading if you're squeamish - this post contains graphic images and descriptions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last January, when we brought Swe-cha to his pediatrician for a sick baby visit and he was diagnosed with an ear and eye infection, we were also told that he has ear wax buildup in his ears and they were getting quite bad. I asked the doctor for advise and she told us to either use hydrogen peroxide or Debrox drops in his ears.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we dropped by the pharmacy, I checked both out and decided to buy Debrox because it was meant for earwax and I thought that it was the better choice between the two. We didn't use it right away because I had some doubts as to how it really works because when I asked the doctor how we could get the wax out after using it, she told us that the wax "dissolves". Later, when I got home, I checked online and saw that you were supposed to flush the ear out after using the product and the wax comes out with the water. This made sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given that the doctor told me that the wax "dissolves", I wanted to get an otoscope first so that I could check his ears before and after treatment. So I checked out reviews and options and was able to get a shortlist of what I might get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month after that sick baby visit (this was 2 weeks ago), we brought Swe-cha back to the pedia's office so that his ears can be checked. Doc has to make sure that his infection is all cleared up. By then, the wax buildup has gotten so bad, his eardrums couldn't be seen. His ear canal was all blocked up. The doctor couldn't see past the wax so she was not able to visually confirm that the ear infection has cleared up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly made the decision and ordered the otoscope when we got home. Unfortunately, Swe-cha isn't as cooperative as I wished he would be. He fought and kicked and waved his arms about and I just couldn't get near his ear w/ the otoscope so we never got around to using the Debrox on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to this week, Swe-cha started daycare on Monday and by Wednesday, he was sniffling and by Friday afternoon, he had a fever. It was okay at first and manageable by Tylenol but that night, his fever spiked up to 104+F and it didn't go away even with the application of both Tylenol and Advil alternating every 3 hrs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby and I decided to break out the otoscope and check his ears out to try and see if he has an ear infection again. One of us hugged him and held his arms down, the other held his head still and peered into his right ear and ack! BLOCKED NGA! His ear canal was almost completely blocked by a solid wall of wax with only a little hole left - this explains his "selective hearing" and how he can easily ignore us whenever he does not agree with us :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he was asleep, we decided to apply debrox into his ears. We were only able to put in 4 drops into his left ear and only 2 in his right ear because he kept turning his head and sticking his finger into his ear. Later, he woke up and sat crying but he only seemed like he was bothered, not really in pain - I checked the reviews on amazon later and read that there are crackling and sizzling sounds when you apply the Debrox, this comes from the release of oxygen. &lt;i&gt;Kaya naman pala&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUPHC3zUWUw/TWqhA6z4qgI/AAAAAAAABfE/TxrbZKTZ5rU/s200/earwax.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578448125610732034" /&gt;When he woke up this morning, I found a big chunk of earwax just inside his auricle / outer ear - it measured 1/4" at its widest. This was from the left ear which got more drops of Debrox. Ang galing! Super effective, no ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Swe-cha to the doctor to be checked out (for his fever) this morning and doc says that the one ear is completely wax-free! The other one's has been softened enough that she was able to push it to the side, she was able to check out both ears and they're both clear of infection - for now. We were sent home w/ instructions to just take good care of him, nurse his fever and keep him hydrated. Don't make a big issue out of it if he does not want to eat (doc says she wouldn't want to eat if she's down with a cold either).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we plan to use more of the Debrox on his other ear as soon as he gets well. Don't want to bother him too much right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-417386972485669117?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/417386972485669117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=417386972485669117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/417386972485669117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/417386972485669117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-ears.html' title='All ears'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUPHC3zUWUw/TWqhA6z4qgI/AAAAAAAABfE/TxrbZKTZ5rU/s72-c/earwax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-2702852325484345166</id><published>2011-02-27T14:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:10:21.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Cord Blood Registry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1706632" rel="nofollow"&gt;CryoCell International&lt;/a&gt;.  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There was very little crying and the daycare staff found him easy to pacify. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day 2, daycare started calling me an hour after I dropped him off. He was crying non-stop and was upsetting the other kids and making them cry too (I had dropped him off an hour before naptime, this turned out to be a big mistake!). I had to go back and pick him up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By day 3 and 4, the daycare and I had worked out a plan to bring him in between 9 to 12nn everyday (instead of the original schedule of 3 days a week). We were also asked to adjust our schedule and get him to bed earlier and get him awake earlier as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was supposed to be his 5th day in daycare but I decided to keep him home because it was raining outside. This turned out to be a good decision because he had a fever by this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I experienced a lot of different emotions this week, so much drama w/c was timely in a way because this is Oscars week, after all :) After dropping him off on day 1, I felt so sad and disappointed that he didn't cling to me at all. I felt like an empty nester and would sob every now and then because I was missing my little boy so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day 2, I knew how it felt like to be called into the principal's office and have your child sent home from school. By nighttime, I was feeling so much pressure because I was worrying about the next day - what if he does it again ? what if daycare won't accept us anymore ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By day 3, I felt such a load lifted off my shoulders when the daycare proposed a different schedule for us to ease Swe-cha into daycare. I was so relieved to see that they were willing to be flexible and work with us. J (daycare owner) tells me that "he wants to be carried all the time!" and that they have to let him cry so he'll learn and when they do put him down, he cries and follows J around - it broke my heart to hear this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By day 4, Swe-cha did so much better in daycare. They try to avoid carrying him so he does not get used to it but when he isn't being carried, they have someone sitting nearby. They found out that he is okay so long as someone (an adult) is near him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so many great plans to get our house in shape when Swe-cha goes to daycare. As it turns out, between dropping him off, picking him up, stopping by to peek through the windows to see how he is doing (stalker-style), and calling up daycare to check up on him... I haven't been able to get some "me time" yet and I'm even more exhausted than before. Hoping that next week will be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5474396389880393711?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5474396389880393711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5474396389880393711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5474396389880393711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5474396389880393711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/daycare-week-1-review.html' title='Daycare week 1 review'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-6864171625487694863</id><published>2011-02-23T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:47:52.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaky window</title><content type='html'>The leaky window is finally fixed, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to fix this since October, replacing the rubber seals and gaskets around the window. We were doing good until we hit a snag w/ the waterbar weatherstrip. It was supposed to sit at an angle so that it'll touch the upper wall but it doesn't so water started dripping INTO our windows.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally had to call some window guys to come in and assess the damage. Guy comes in today, checks it out and tells me that he can fix it today. I also asked him to replace the window operator (crank), it's been broken since before I bought the place years ago so while he's here, I thought better have him replace it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy w/ the labor I paid but feel that we were overcharged for the operator. He charged us $100 for a $30 part but if I consider the discount that I got for $35 for an online coupon that I printed out, the surcharge comes down to $35... &lt;i&gt;pwede na&lt;/i&gt;. After all, I do have to order it online and wait for it to arrive and then install it ourselves (and assume that we ordered the right part)... hassle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total damage to our wallet was $200 and change. That's very reasonable compared to the other company who gave me an estimate of $199 minimum for the labor only. If I include what we previously spent on the rubber seals and all, we have spent less than $250. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for our future reference, I'm writing down our window details: Andersen casement windows, circa 1980, terratone finish. You need to have these details, along w/ the glass dimensions, when you need to order replacement parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-6864171625487694863?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6864171625487694863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=6864171625487694863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6864171625487694863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6864171625487694863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/leaky-window.html' title='Leaky window'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-2642273283075330016</id><published>2011-02-21T01:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:38:25.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day Loot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jmwmDyRxng/TWIF3nqSz-I/AAAAAAAABeo/CCojhYnRNTo/s1600/Staplesloot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jmwmDyRxng/TWIF3nqSz-I/AAAAAAAABeo/CCojhYnRNTo/s200/Staplesloot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576025741735415778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't really planning on going out today but hubby saw the President's Day deals that Staples had going on and we just couldn't resist.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and made &lt;i&gt;hakot &lt;/i&gt;the free items that they advertised (shameless, I know!) and got the following items:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 reams of multipurpose paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 packs of Avery address labels (750 pcs each pack)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 packs of inkjet photo paper (60 pcs 4x6 each pack)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pack of 1x2 inch stickies (1200 sheets total)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 spindle HP DVD-R (50pcs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We paid $71 and expect to get $61 back in rebates. So this lot is gonna cost us $10 when we get back the rebates (I've never had issues with Staples' easy rebates naman so I'm not worried).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fairness, I did plan on buying some card stock w/c I can use to print out flash cards for Swe-cha (remember, the laminating machine I purchased recently?) but they only sold the card stock in reams as huge as the multipurpose paper. So even though I didn't plan on "buying" the free photo packs of photo paper, I got them instead and I just plan using these for Swe-cha's flash cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who has not brought home a paycheck in more than a year, I've sure spent a lot recently. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irresistible eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, if you're reading this on or before 2/21 and you're in the US, you might still be able to get the same deals if they're being offered in your local store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-2642273283075330016?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2642273283075330016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=2642273283075330016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2642273283075330016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2642273283075330016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/presidents-day-loot.html' title='President&apos;s Day Loot'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jmwmDyRxng/TWIF3nqSz-I/AAAAAAAABeo/CCojhYnRNTo/s72-c/Staplesloot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-496951775425168676</id><published>2011-02-20T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:46:24.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1175732" rel="nofollow"&gt;Hiltons of Branson&lt;/a&gt;.  All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been talking on and off about how Swe-cha&amp;nbsp;will be starting daycare next week. I really am excited and looking forward to it on some level and yet, I'm dreading the day on another. We haven't really been apart more than a few hours ever since he was born... nay, ever since he was conceived, even!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do get to go out alone when I run errands (grocery, mail packages, go to the bank, etc) but I always leave him with his Dad, who I'm sure he's okay with. And the one and only time I ever took and spent on a purely-me time, I left him with his paternal grandmother, his Di-pe (uncle) and again, his Dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we attend gatherings and he deigns to let other people carry him, I am always in the background, hovering. Yes, I am one of *those*. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So now, with him starting daycare next week, hubby has been reminding me every day to not immediately tackle my to-do list first thing. Hubby wants me to just take it easy - nap, rest, relax - on our first day of daycare and sort of treat it like a vacation because I do need one (kinda&amp;nbsp;makes me wonder if I look *that* haggard, no ?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I tell hubby that he's not gonna&amp;nbsp;get away that easily... one of these days, he's going to have to bring me to &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=4022&amp;amp;oid=1175732" rel="nofollow"&gt;Hilton Promenade at Branson Landing&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=4212&amp;amp;oid=1175732" rel="nofollow"&gt;Hilton Branson Convention Center Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for a REAL vacation. This ? Getting to rest and relax a little bit next week is just a breather. Their Romance Package is available all throughout February and with both Valentine's Day and our wedding anniversary falling in that same month, this is really the ideal time for us to be spending some time alone together. I'd love to just stay in and have an in-room breakfast for two and then celebrate dinner at Level 2 Steakhouse with a couple of ribeye steaks (and probably a taste of that duck breast, yummy!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder if my mom can come over and babysit for a few days while we go on that romantic escapade ? Hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1175732" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Sponsor's Site" border="0" src="http://app.socialspark.com/views?oid=1175732" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-496951775425168676?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/496951775425168676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=496951775425168676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/496951775425168676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/496951775425168676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8351621291599666589</id><published>2011-02-20T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:45:58.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UeWcofoKCM/TWF8fYQy-pI/AAAAAAAABeg/JKjPYXxqmMI/s1600/toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UeWcofoKCM/TWF8fYQy-pI/AAAAAAAABeg/JKjPYXxqmMI/s200/toy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575874692192074386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look who's checking out Mommy's new toy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love office supplies - staplers, post-its, different colored pens, stickers, rubber stamps, ring-binding machines, postal weighing scales ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had the money (and the space), I'd probably have all of them at home! Anyway, I've been longing for my own in-home thermal laminator for the longest time but it wasn't really practical so I would just buy those self-sticking laminating sheets whenever I needed something laminated but those weren't cheap either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, with the excuse of "making flash cards" for Swe-cha, I happily ordered one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8351621291599666589?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8351621291599666589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8351621291599666589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8351621291599666589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8351621291599666589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/mommys-new-toy.html' title='Mommy&apos;s new toy'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UeWcofoKCM/TWF8fYQy-pI/AAAAAAAABeg/JKjPYXxqmMI/s72-c/toy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-1884924173509390910</id><published>2011-02-17T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:11:53.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Christmas and birthday loot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ra8jQmiE4Hs/TVyp70M49BI/AAAAAAAABdA/PAXH4uoAu54/s1600/loot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ra8jQmiE4Hs/TVyp70M49BI/AAAAAAAABdA/PAXH4uoAu54/s200/loot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574517283867915282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys checking out their Christmas loot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I know, our living room is such a mess! That's one of the items on Mommy's list of things to do when Swe-cha goes off to daycare next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, it wouldn't take long before our house is clean, organized and presentable again - note that I'm being kind to ourselves when I say "again", our place has not been neat and organized since Swe-cha was born a little over a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also can't wait to go all-out on job hunting and get employed once again. Hubby and I have so many plans and a loooong list of what we want to buy and do, one of which is to replace that sofa in the picture with a new one, preferably with a &lt;a href="http://www.scenicfurniture.com/"&gt;leather furniture&lt;/a&gt; set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, we might just wait until we can afford to a new place (that house w/ a backyard that we have been dreaming of for the longest time) before we start investing in new furniture. The less we buy now, the less we have to move (and less chances of our stuff getting damaged in the move) in the future. Oh, and I have to also mention that the more big furniture you have, the less friends you have ;) - just kidding, our friends here are the greatest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-1884924173509390910?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1884924173509390910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=1884924173509390910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1884924173509390910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/1884924173509390910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-and-birthday-loot.html' title='Christmas and birthday loot'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ra8jQmiE4Hs/TVyp70M49BI/AAAAAAAABdA/PAXH4uoAu54/s72-c/loot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8541550925672859770</id><published>2011-02-17T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:05:38.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peyton Place</title><content type='html'>While talking (translation: gossiping) about some family drama going on in Manila right now, my sister made a comment that made me laugh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister: ... ang gulo nila, parang Peyton Place, no ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huh ? after a few seconds, I realized what she meant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Peyton place ? Do you mean to say, Melrose Place ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister: Ah, oo nga pala. Yun! Melrose Place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heehee. Funny ka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8541550925672859770?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8541550925672859770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8541550925672859770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8541550925672859770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8541550925672859770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/peyton-place.html' title='Peyton Place'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-2407744982191906441</id><published>2011-02-17T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:03:33.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nRCRKUmGRw/TV1q-vjo1wI/AAAAAAAABdI/y_2h0u9dOpc/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nRCRKUmGRw/TV1q-vjo1wI/AAAAAAAABdI/y_2h0u9dOpc/s200/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574729539904919298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated our &lt;i&gt;nth&lt;/i&gt; wedding anniversary last week and as I always say, we're not big on celebrations - we don't exchange gifts, walang flowers but we sometimes exchange cards. But hubby does manage to surprise me every now and then by gifting me with nice things for our anniversary - usually during those years w/c have significance with us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, our friend R dropped by the weekend before our anniversary to pick up some coupons. I was so happy because she picked up a cake for us - an advanced Valentine's day cake - she was not aware that it was our anniversary. It was so sweet and thoughtful of her! And thanks for R, we do get to have something special and sweet for our anniversary dinner (w/c happened to be Japanese takeout, haha!). We're kinda overdoing the &lt;i&gt;tipid&lt;/i&gt; thing, no ? But seriously, the Japanese takeout wasn't cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we did not really plan to celebrate other than ordering something extra-special to eat at home, I was happy to have cake. Hubby leaves the office late and does not have time to pick something up for dinner and I do not like having to go out to get something because that means that I'd have to bring the baby out with me and it does get too cold outside and Swe-cha hates to get bundled up because his movements get restricted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, next anniversary, if and when I'm no longer breastfeeding, we should also probably do some &lt;a href="http://www.virginwines.co.uk/"&gt;online wine&lt;/a&gt; shopping and get something to help celebrate the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-2407744982191906441?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2407744982191906441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=2407744982191906441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2407744982191906441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2407744982191906441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweets.html' title='Sweets'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nRCRKUmGRw/TV1q-vjo1wI/AAAAAAAABdI/y_2h0u9dOpc/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4832997727744799895</id><published>2011-02-17T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:15:48.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Baby Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqk1eM36L5c/TVslTuyUFSI/AAAAAAAABcw/EnoberlMbB0/s1600/materials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqk1eM36L5c/TVslTuyUFSI/AAAAAAAABcw/EnoberlMbB0/s200/materials.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574089984707925282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Materials used:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- munchkin top of stairs baby gate (hardware installed, not tension-mounted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- melamine board (3/4" thick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Kidkusion Gummi Crib Rail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- nuts, bolts and screws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tools used: measuring tape, level, pencil for marking, stud finder, power drill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that we decided to "finish" the edges of that melamine board that we used with Kidkusion Gummi Crib Rail protection instead of buying a thin sliver of melamine edging that you glue on the edge. Last night, I watched Swe-cha crawl to the board and bite the edge, right where the gummi covering is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Effective, no ? Sulit na the $12.99 we paid for each box of the Gummi (we bought 2).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4832997727744799895?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4832997727744799895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4832997727744799895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4832997727744799895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4832997727744799895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-gate_15.html' title='Baby Gate'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqk1eM36L5c/TVslTuyUFSI/AAAAAAAABcw/EnoberlMbB0/s72-c/materials.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-7140218231085851130</id><published>2011-02-16T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:13:28.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine's Day Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've been following my blog, you'll notice that my husband and I aren't big on flowers and gifts (we normally just exchange cards) and apparently, this is about to change this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home from running errands last Sunday, I rushed into the house shouting "Baby, I'm home and I have a Valentine's day gift for Daddy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby froze upon hearing this, "sh*t,... I had not gotten you anything." and he started to look really guilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's okay, I don't mind not getting a gift this year," I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then I whispered, "So, is it gonna be a surprise ? &lt;i&gt;Excited na ako&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[hubby looked even guiltier]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I'm serious, I really did not get you anything. There really is no surprise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, in a really small pathetic voice, I asked, "ah.. sige, okay lang. Tipid-mode pala tayo. Okay lang na walang anniversary gift  and walang V-day gift." and I started to walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I showed him my gift a few minutes later - a NY Jets shirt - he started laughing, "SALE YAN NO ?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought it for him to use as a &lt;i&gt;pambahay &lt;/i&gt;because it was XL (he loves huge baggy shirts), it was on sale (they didn't make it to the Superbowl), and the material (cloth) felt nice. I didn't really buy it for V-day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Valentine's Day, we greeted each other as usual and he left for work and Swe-cha and I spent the day together. The day pretty much went like other regular days except that I didn't get to nap with Swe-cha in the morning because I prepared some Pearl Barley broth for his lunch (it's a home-remedy for constipation). When he took his 2nd nap of the day and commandeered my arm for a pillow, I fell asleep right alongside of him. Now, hubby usually calls when he leaves work but tonight, he did not call so I didn't wake up in time to prepare dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby arrived home to find Swe-cha and me cuddled together and sleeping and NO food. He was good-natured about it and went out again to pick up some Chinese takeout. Swe-cha and I woke up just as he got back home again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, while watching TV... he handed me a card. I opened it and I read the sweetest message from hubby and Swe-cha. I was so happy because I felt that he really looked for a nice card that reflected our lives together. I usually just pick the nicest-looking card I can find but hubby does take his time, he is thoughtful that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled the widest smile ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I read the card and put it back in the envelope again, he then shouted "GIFT!" (mala-Price is Right tone na "A new car!") and handed me a pack of Kit-Kats. I didn't think it was possible, but my smile went even wider and I said, "Wow, sakto, I just finished the last of my Lindt's dark chocolate this afternoon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby then said, "ah, ganon ba ? ANOTHER GIFT!" and handed me a pack of Lindt's dark chocolate. I was so giddy with happiness and said "Thank you! Wow, puro chocolates."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hubby then said, "sige, para maiba naman, ISA PANG GIFT!" and handed me a box of microwave popcorn. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I have...  but I don't remember laughing or smiling this much. While all this was happening, Swe-cha was right beside me and acting all excited. He would pounce on my gifts as they were handed to me, &lt;i&gt;kala mo marunong na&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other girls get flower arrangements, jewelry and other fineries on V-day, I get to spend it with my loving husband, my son and all my favorite things. I felt like I just won the lotto (well, actually winning the lottery would be good too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the day on a high note - hubby and I munching on the KitKats and Swe-cha playing with the wrappers. Gosh, if hubby keeps this up, I'm gonna have to get him to enjoy &lt;a href="http://www.paragonhospitality.co.uk/monaco-grand-prix.html"&gt;Monaco grand prix hospitality&lt;/a&gt; just to keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-7140218231085851130?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7140218231085851130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=7140218231085851130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7140218231085851130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/7140218231085851130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-story.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s Day Story'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-6548015102322594926</id><published>2011-02-16T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:13:14.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>How to install a baby gate (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is the 2nd part in the baby gate series brought to you by guest blogger, Swe-cha (with Mommy translating). To read the first part, &lt;a href="http://hafamilychronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-install-baby-gate-part-1.html"&gt;click on this link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNmEqT-mUUg/TVsjS7iFlOI/AAAAAAAABcY/cqwtkPMDJ2k/s1600/drill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNmEqT-mUUg/TVsjS7iFlOI/AAAAAAAABcY/cqwtkPMDJ2k/s200/drill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574087771926402274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After measuring and marking where things will go, prep the cordless drill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's make some holes!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Mommy: This is where Daddy had to wrestle Swe-cha for the drill, my boys do love their power tools!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lX58g0pKac/TVsjPs_LlCI/AAAAAAAABcQ/LS6NihmXPjQ/s1600/bolt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lX58g0pKac/TVsjPs_LlCI/AAAAAAAABcQ/LS6NihmXPjQ/s200/bolt1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574087716482290722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attach the panels with bolts and nuts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmZRdzz2STw/TVsjNAzxBsI/AAAAAAAABcI/itcGhEhdFG4/s1600/bolt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmZRdzz2STw/TVsjNAzxBsI/AAAAAAAABcI/itcGhEhdFG4/s200/bolt2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574087670263514818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make sure all the bolts and nuts are nice and tight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8W8NDqmymUw/TVsinno5iTI/AAAAAAAABcA/qeZOcrNmLHU/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8W8NDqmymUw/TVsinno5iTI/AAAAAAAABcA/qeZOcrNmLHU/s200/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574087027851888946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attach the gate and test for stability.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-6548015102322594926?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6548015102322594926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=6548015102322594926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6548015102322594926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/6548015102322594926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-install-baby-gate-part-2.html' title='How to install a baby gate (Part 2)'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNmEqT-mUUg/TVsjS7iFlOI/AAAAAAAABcY/cqwtkPMDJ2k/s72-c/drill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4661858295718904025</id><published>2011-02-12T19:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:39:54.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Supplementing with Formula</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1060352" rel="nofollow"&gt;PBM Products&lt;/a&gt;.  All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We just got back from our 12th month well-baby visit to the pediatrician yesterday (we're a bit late because Swe-cha was sick when he hit the 12th month mark and we decided to postpone his immunizations until he recovered).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was happy to see him tip the scales at 20 lbs 2 oz - my son is no heavyweight at this point but this was such a relief because he has lost so much weight when he got sick twice in December and January - almost 3 full pounds since exactly a month ago. That wasn't too shabby, considering that we've been gaining around an average of 1 pound a month for the last half year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Unfortunately, when his weight was plotted on his growth chart, his rate of weight gain since birth didn't look so well.  He started out at the 50th percentile and in the last few well-baby visits, he's gone down slowly and is now in the 10th percentile when it comes to his weight. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pedia says we have to monitor his weight closely now. I'm sort of confident about him being on track in terms of weight gain because he is eating again now (he also went on a hunger strike around November that lasted a few weeks during which he hardly ate any solids at all). But he will go into daycare soon and I fear that there will be a period of adjustment where he'll eat less and I'm also sure that they won't be able to feed him as diligently as we do at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the meantime, I've decided to up his calorie-intake as much as I can so that we can get a head start on the weight issue. Sis suggests I supplement our breastmilk with powdered formula (i.e. add powdered formula to breastmilk before giving to Swe-cha).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I haven't decided to go through with this plan yet but I am very tempted to go ahead and &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=3912&amp;amp;oid=1060352" rel="nofollow"&gt;buy on diapers.com&lt;/a&gt;. Who knew that despite being blessed with an abundance of breastmilk, we'd be supplementing with formula at this stage ? *smile* I don't really have any issues as I (and my husband) grew up on infant's formula. I also did plan on switching Swe-cha to Toddler formula instead of cow's milk when our breastmilk supply dries up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do check out Bright Beginnings infant formula and like &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=3922&amp;amp;oid=1060352" rel="nofollow"&gt;Bright Beginnings on Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and please feel free to leave me some comments on what your thoughts are about our plan to up my toddler's calorie intake by adding formula to breastmilk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1060352" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Sponsor's Site" border="0" src="http://app.socialspark.com/views?oid=1060352" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4661858295718904025?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4661858295718904025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4661858295718904025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4661858295718904025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4661858295718904025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/supplementing-with-formula.html' title='Supplementing with Formula'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5235777658985646374</id><published>2011-02-11T17:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:09:38.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaChx2mXd-0/TVW_oDPrWHI/AAAAAAAABbw/MawEOFHGhOg/s1600/winterzooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaChx2mXd-0/TVW_oDPrWHI/AAAAAAAABbw/MawEOFHGhOg/s200/winterzooper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572570808727591026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the Zooper stroller that we got for free when we signed up for cord-blood banking when Swe-cha was born. We've been using this since we outgrew the baby-carrier plus snap-n-go combination and other than the lack of a nice cup holder, I haven't been disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This stroller has amazed me yet again this winter. You see, it came with its own cozy winter boot so the baby is kept nice and warm while you stroll about outdoors. Aside from this winter boot, it also came with a rain cover and sun shade attachment. Ang cool, diba ? No need to shell out extra $$$ for accessories that you may or may not use. As I'm sure you already know, I'm a sucker for anything free (or cheap, heehee).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been house-bound all winter long because of the extreme cold (and the fact that Swe-cha was on &amp;amp; off sick in early December till January) but we did venture out the other day to visit this nearby daycare place the other day when it got a little bit warmer (40s fahrenheit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He still does his usual complaining, squirming and screeching when I bundle him up and strap him in the winter boot but he quiets down and starts enjoying himself as soon as we are outside. He goes back to complaining again when we are indoors (methinks, he is mad at being restrained).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swe-cha will start daycare in the next couple of weeks and as I don't plan on carrying him all the way to daycare and back and considering that he also resists getting strapped into his carseat, this is the next best thing.  I do hope that he gets used to this and stops fighting me when I put him in, I am not looking forward to fighting with him twice a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5235777658985646374?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5235777658985646374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5235777658985646374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5235777658985646374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5235777658985646374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/zooper.html' title='Zooper'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaChx2mXd-0/TVW_oDPrWHI/AAAAAAAABbw/MawEOFHGhOg/s72-c/winterzooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4459146090852311715</id><published>2011-02-11T11:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:23:17.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Daycare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=429632" rel="nofollow"&gt;Boudreaux's Butt Paste&lt;/a&gt;.  All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We've decided to start Swe-cha's transition to daycare and I've been calling up daycare facilities in our area these couple of weeks. So far, most of the facilities I've called are fully-booked, the earliest opening that they have is in July 2011! I guess there are that many babies in the area, huh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did find a couple that had openings and fortunately, one of those that had an available slot is within walking distance from home. Swe-cha and I visited them this Monday and we liked what we saw. I'm currently getting Swe-cha's schedule synchronized with the daycare's and we hope to get him in by next next week at the latest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night, I sort of broke down crying, I was having separation anxiety. I also had a lot of concerns about his care - will he eat ? will he take to the caregivers ? how will he interact with the other kids ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was also concerned about him getting diaper rash. He has been diaper-rash free for most of his life. He only had diaper rashes when he was a few days old (Mommy and Daddy didn't know how to take good care of his bottom) and again last month when he got sick and got diarrhea from taking his medications. I guess I just have to remind the sitters at the daycare to make sure that they put&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=1902&amp;amp;oid=429632" rel="nofollow"&gt;Boudreaux's Butt Paste&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on him every diaper change. &amp;nbsp;We've tried other brands but none seems to work as well as&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=1902&amp;amp;oid=429632" rel="nofollow"&gt;Boudreaux's Butt Paste&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;when it comes to healing and preventing diaper rash and best of all, it goes on and off easily! No additional irritations just trying to wipe it off his bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which reminds me, I gotta&amp;nbsp;go get a 4oz&amp;nbsp;tube which I can leave for Swe-cha's&amp;nbsp;use at daycare. The 16oz&amp;nbsp;jar is probably too big to leave there considering that we're only going for part time care at the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you haven't tried this yet, get on the Boudreux&amp;nbsp;website and request a free sample, that's what I did before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=429632" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Sponsor's Site" border="0" src="http://app.socialspark.com/views?oid=429632" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4459146090852311715?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4459146090852311715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4459146090852311715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4459146090852311715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4459146090852311715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/daycare.html' title='Daycare'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4132977879940890645</id><published>2011-02-10T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:51:00.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Deep fried stuffed tofu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TUdO1azgTCI/AAAAAAAABZs/2meLjYzN97s/s1600/20110111PK%2BDeef%2BFried%2BStuffed%2BTofu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TUdO1azgTCI/AAAAAAAABZs/2meLjYzN97s/s200/20110111PK%2BDeef%2BFried%2BStuffed%2BTofu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568506143902288930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is yet another dish in our "quest for the ultimate tofu dish" series. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The filling came out dry. Need to adjust that some more. If the filling were moist, that would've contrasted nicely with the crispness of the tofu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4132977879940890645?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4132977879940890645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4132977879940890645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4132977879940890645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4132977879940890645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/deep-fried-stuffed-tofu.html' title='Deep fried stuffed tofu'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TUdO1azgTCI/AAAAAAAABZs/2meLjYzN97s/s72-c/20110111PK%2BDeef%2BFried%2BStuffed%2BTofu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4341764100958743277</id><published>2011-02-10T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:30:22.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1409622" rel="nofollow"&gt;Kenmore Live Studio&lt;/a&gt;.  All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last weekend was&amp;nbsp;Superbowl weekend and seeing as how there are lots of Superbowl&amp;nbsp;parties during this time, I am suddenly reminded of how long it has been since we entertained. As dinner time approached, it was then that another realization hit me, I do not have any&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=4732&amp;amp;oid=1409622" rel="nofollow"&gt;Super Bowl Recipes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in my repertoire and on that note, I also realized that it has been so long since I tried out a new recipe at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hubby, thankfully, knows better than to complain about my cooking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I started looking and looking and found this video:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="placeholder"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m8fLmYM8Xp0?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love popcorn (my blog title and blogger name are obvious indicators of that fact). I love it sweet, I love it salty. I love it buttery. But who knew that popcorn could be so much more ? So I rummaged around for some corn kernels in my kitchen but all I found were some leftover kernels from around 8 years ago - uh... I decided to toss them out before I get tempted *snicker*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I decided to do some more searching and found this video for shrimp skewers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="placeholder"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fFtpTTmT5XU" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, that is more my taste. Perfect for regular meals and perfect for entertaining. I'm gonna&amp;nbsp;be trying this out real soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1409622" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Sponsor's Site" border="0" src="http://app.socialspark.com/views?oid=1409622" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4341764100958743277?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4341764100958743277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4341764100958743277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4341764100958743277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4341764100958743277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/recipes.html' title='Recipes'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m8fLmYM8Xp0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5368920371466075172</id><published>2011-02-09T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:13:08.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU7oA-nZQzI/AAAAAAAABao/PtIzUyk43S0/s200/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570644892609758002" /&gt; I was out doing errands last week when I noticed the odometer and I just had to snap a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our SUV has now logged in 8,888 miles in a little less than 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5368920371466075172?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5368920371466075172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5368920371466075172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5368920371466075172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5368920371466075172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU7oA-nZQzI/AAAAAAAABao/PtIzUyk43S0/s72-c/IMG_0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-5611561007649308463</id><published>2011-02-09T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:28:13.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl XLV</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1007672" rel="nofollow"&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt;.  All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU9nEk-YBfI/AAAAAAAABbY/uGrKHXwRC7M/s1600/pizza.jpg" style="float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; We're not really fans of the Steelers or the Packers but we love Superbowl-food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, we ordered pizza and munched on them while watching the Superbowl commercials. I don't really buy or eat pizzas that often but every now and then I do get the cravings for it and I sure can put them away :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On SuperBowl night, we ordered two pizzas, one had a white sauce base while the other had a tomato sauce base. We also ordered in some warm chocolate lava cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I enjoyed my pizza with lots and lots of &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=3762&amp;amp;oid=1007672" rel="nofollow"&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt; sauce drizzled over it, hubby's eyes (he cannot tolerate spicy foods) went wide and suddenly, I am reminded of home back when I was still a young girl and we'd order pizza for midnight snacks and my sister would do the exact same thing and declare her &lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=3782&amp;amp;oid=1007672" rel="nofollow"&gt;Pizza Perfected&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In any case, I now have this newly opened bottle of Tabasco and I'm checking out other &lt;a href="http://www.tabasco.com/taste_tent/menu_planning/game-day-party-menu.cfm"&gt;simple food ideas and recipes&lt;/a&gt; which I can prepare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1007672" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit Sponsor's Site" border="0" src="http://app.socialspark.com/views?oid=1007672" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-5611561007649308463?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5611561007649308463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=5611561007649308463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5611561007649308463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/5611561007649308463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/superbowl-xlv.html' title='Super Bowl XLV'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU9nEk-YBfI/AAAAAAAABbY/uGrKHXwRC7M/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-2415506442556155305</id><published>2011-02-04T11:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:47:53.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Rest in Peace Uncle Will. You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-2415506442556155305?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2415506442556155305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/2415506442556155305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-4089503067217563963</id><published>2011-02-04T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:24:54.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Baby Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally was able to &lt;s&gt;nag&lt;/s&gt; talk my husband into installing the baby gate. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had it since around October or November last year and it has taken all this time to get started on the project. It helped to jumpstart this project when I stopped nagging him and gave a flexible deadline which is "before Swe-cha falls down the stairs".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do understand hubby's delay, it does get hard to get anything done around the house with a toddler in running and crawling about. I tried to keep Swe-cha away from Daddy while this is going on, but look at the pictures, they look so cute together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think hubby enjoyed doing this with his son too. He keeps looking at the pictures that I took and I find him grinning from ear to ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This photo below is one of hubby's favorite shots, they just found a stud on the wall and Swe-cha is marking the location (he is fascinated by the red arrow that comes out of the studfinder).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU9iHyCgGNI/AAAAAAAABa4/FkxWGdnKDwk/s1600/03%2Bmark%2Bstud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU9iHyCgGNI/AAAAAAAABa4/FkxWGdnKDwk/s200/03%2Bmark%2Bstud.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570779149911464146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and this is my favorite shot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU9iFOL-iRI/AAAAAAAABaw/kUaH5Al1VBQ/s1600/04%2Bgate%2Bshould%2Bbe%2Bthis%2Bhigh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU9iFOL-iRI/AAAAAAAABaw/kUaH5Al1VBQ/s200/04%2Bgate%2Bshould%2Bbe%2Bthis%2Bhigh.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570779105927792914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The gate goes here and should be around this high.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wonder,... when all this is done and completed, can I rely on my boys to finally get that &lt;a href="http://www.searshomeservices.com/flooring/improve?SID=SHPx20110113xIZEAFLOOR"&gt;Flooring installation&lt;/a&gt; project that I've been dreaming about for the longest time ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-4089503067217563963?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4089503067217563963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=4089503067217563963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4089503067217563963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/4089503067217563963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-gate.html' title='Baby Gate'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TU9iHyCgGNI/AAAAAAAABa4/FkxWGdnKDwk/s72-c/03%2Bmark%2Bstud.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979571174225731535.post-8730584184865038951</id><published>2011-02-03T17:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:03:13.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Shredding Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TUsr3TXYmsI/AAAAAAAABaQ/lctPqhTJIFA/s1600/128849021593_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569593593264904898" /&gt;Our old paper shredder w/c looked exactly like this in the picture (the bin is a bit different) died a couple of weeks ago. The LED light still lights up when you turn it on but it won't run or shred paper anymore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a sad sad day for me as I thought about all the good times we've shared. I love my shredder and this one has served me well for more years than I can remember since I won this in a dice game during a mid-autumn festival celebration with my friends ages ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TUsuKgUosmI/AAAAAAAABaY/8ByTn94TwP8/s200/staplesshredder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569596122183807586" /&gt;So I went off to search for a good replacement. I made it just in time for the last day of Staples' recycle your old shredder promotion - $50 credit if you bring in your old shredder when you buy a Staples' brand shredder with an original price of $149 or more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I purchased this 12 sheet cross cut medium-duty model. Original price was $149 but it was on sale for $109, less a $10 coupon I had and less $50 for bringing in my old shredder. I got it for $50 + tax.  Not bad for a day's work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had this for a week now and I'm happy with it. The only complaint I have is that it is heavy! But what do you expect ? A powerful motor has to be cumbersome. I also love the huge bin, it has a capacity of 3.5 gallons (compared to our old one that is barely 2 gallons).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smile* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how a paper shredder makes me so happy ? I'm easy to please this way :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979571174225731535-8730584184865038951?l=popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8730584184865038951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979571174225731535&amp;postID=8730584184865038951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8730584184865038951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979571174225731535/posts/default/8730584184865038951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcornsthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/paper-shredding-heaven.html' title='Paper Shredding Heaven'/><author><name>popcorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0sHD7dKFvM/TUsr3TXYmsI/AAAAAAAABaQ/lctPqhTJIFA/s72-c/128849021593_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
