Mommy boo-boo

I was informed by Little Preschooler's nanny that her Kumon tutors will be holding an anniversary party Saturday, and parents, particularly whose kids were to receive an award, were required to attend.

The venue was merely a 5-minute tricycle ride from where we live. It was high noon, so I opted to dress casually in decent walking shorts and a linen sleeveless shirt. LP's father had picked her up earlier and was to drive them straight to the party.

Little did I know, or rather, stupid of me not to realize, that the party was also an awarding ceremony of sorts. LP got a bronze medal (which got me to thinking, if I weren't so overbearing, would she have gotten a gold?). I, the proud parent, walked up the small stage to hang it around her neck.

Proud as I was, I couldn't help but pray for the earth to open up and swallow me alive. If LP were any older, she'd probably have told me, Mom...couldn't you have gotten a bit more dressed for the occasion?

I was the only parent in the room wearing shorts. Embarrassingly casual.

Currently re-reading

Yes. I, too, can bluff my way through a philosophical discussion.

Transcendental existentialism, too, at that.

Love this book.

currently reading...

Originally posted on BSB:

Chapter 4

(excerpt only)

He's not that into you if he's not having sex with you.

Ladies, you are going to meet, and have already met, many, many men in the years that constitute your dating lifespan. And I hate to tell you this, but some of these men will simply not be attracted to you. I know you're hot, but that's just the way it is. (Even Cindy Crawford has dudes that go, "I don't know what the big deal is about.") And every single one of these men that are not attracted to you will never ever tell you that. Oh, the things they'll say...they're scared, hurt, tired, injured, sick, scared (again). But the truth is simple, brutal, and clear as a bell: He's not attracted to you and doesn't want to hurt your feelings. If he were into you, he would be having a hard time keeping his paws off you. Oh, the simplicity of it all! If a man is not trying to undress you, he's not into you. (Behrendt and Tuccillo, 2004)

*Sigh*

Oh, and another excerpt:

Chapter 2

He's just not that into you if he's not calling you.

Oh, sure they say they're busy. They say that they didn't have even a moment in their insanely busy day to pick up the phone. It was just that crazy. Bullshit. With the advent of cell phones and speed dialing it is almost impossible not to call you. Sometimes I call people from my pants pocket when I don't even mean to. We may try to make you think differently, but we men are just like you. We like taking a break frou mour generally miundane day to talk to someone we like. It makes us happy. And we like to be happy. Just like you. If I were into you, you would be the bright spot in my horribly busy day. Which would be a day that I would never be too busy to call you.

Ok...that clears things up with The Singer.

It's been a long time, really...

What a surprise. Even more surprising, there was no note.

Wallowing in self-pity by tagging

What did you do for the last Valentine’s?
Nuthin'.

What are you planning to do for the next Valentine’s (tomorrow today)?
Hit the gym.

What would be the ideal place to celebrate Valentine’s?
The beach. A secluded beach with a handsome stranger.

What qualities in a person would make an ideal Valentine’s date for you?
That he speaks English well, has interesting stories to tell, will spring for everything for the date, and is over 5'7".

What gifts would you buy/have bought for your partner?
An IPod.

What gifts have you received/would like to receive from your partner?
Alimony.

What’s your all-time favourite romantic movie?
Love Story, Vertigo, Like Water for Chocolate.

If you could choose any person on earth to be your date on Valentine’s, who would it be?
The Stud. *sigh*

I tag:
Kitty Litter
Number Cruncher
Pipe
All BSB peeps

*sigh* the most I can do with v-day just around the corner

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This got my goat

Infuriating!!!

I received am SMS yesterday morning. The number was not registered in my phone book.

Anonymous: Hello, dis s alfred.

I ignored it. Then he gives a missed call, and another text.

A: Pwde b?

Cat: Who r u?

A: Alfred Cruz of qc. Pwde ka mamaya?

Cat: I'm sorry, I don't know you. You have the wrong number.

A: For hire ka raw.

!**!*%&^%^(*&^%#!!!!!

Cat: Sorry, I'm not. Please don't try to contact me again.

I get really pissed...how the fuck did he get my number? Is somebody out to destroy me? I text him again.

Cat: Loser.

A: Hooker!

Tangina...

Cat: FYI, I'm very generous with my money. Hooker? That's so 80s. Ask all my exes what expensive gifts I gave them. I don't need your dick nor your money. The moment I find out where you live, thugs will ransack your house and threaten your family and relatives. You'll regret you ever thought about me. Never mess with someone who's already made a pact with the devil. That appendage between your legs only whores are willing to suck will be found in a flowerpot somewhere.

To which he replies...

A: U kol me loser e!

May a thousand fire ants crawl up his nether regions and render his member inutile for eternity.

This song goes out to Cat

A certain somebody from my very recent past called, and said this was his song for me:

November Rain by Guns 'n Roses

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today

Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

(Currently bingeing on vodka since black label's out)

Its 2:30 am and I'm blogging. Just got back from drinking ONE beer with two college buds who both had to go home early. Early as in 12 midnight. We met up at nine. It was a good three hours of laughter, something I haven't had in a while. I would've preferred a six pack each...but then we weren't in college anymore. And to think I dressed up and made up...turns out I had nowhere else to go after that one beer.

*Sigh* What I wouldn't give to relive my days as a kid living off on allowance, with my own car, and the rest of the world to discover.

The Apple and the Tree Part Deux

My folks are a curious lot. No, not that they're heads of the most dysfunctional family around. Hardly the case, we're a very happy family, albeit not together physically.

I said that because despite their age (past 50), they're still very much techie. Even more techie than I am, which is embarrassing. Mama had to teach me how to defrag a PC, how to choose a bundled PC that suits my workload, and what to look for in a DVD player, a digital camera, and a camcorder. Darn.

My dad bought me an Atari when I was six. Mama spent hours playing Space Invaders and Circus, and plunked down moolah for new games in SM. (All original, at that time piracy only existed among HR practitioners.) I stuck with my Barbies.

When I turned eight, Papa bought me a an Atari computer. Yep, with Wordstar, I think. Mama was ecstatic. She graduated from Space Invaders to a whole slew of war games. I stuck with my Matchboxes.

Fast forward to high school. Papa bought a PC, a 386. Literally the first ones to roll off the trucks. Microsoft Windows 3.11. It was so new, MS Word hadn't been invented yet. When they upgraded to 586, I was handed down the dinosaur. I was in geek heaven.

Fast forward to today, after my kid brother's Sega, Gameboy, PS and PS2, and IPod Photo. (They really do love him.) They tell me I've been through enough and would like to give me a gift.

An IPod.

I'm ecstatic. Wow!!! And she asks me, what kind of IPod would you like?

I tell her, an IPod!

She says, Yes, which one?

I reply, The small one, Shuffle?

She says, That's so tiny.

To which I answer, The big one, I guess.

She then asks, Which one? Ah, I know, I'll get you the Video.

I reply, Oh, cool! Like a DVD player?

This apple really fell far from the tree.