Thursday, February 12, 2009
Really. I've been cutting down on coffee since that day when I began to feel woozy all the time. I drank water, lots of it. And took a short but brick walk this morning which made me jittery during breakfast.
Anyway, about the walk: Joks and I have been walking in the village nearly every morning on weekdays and in the QC Circle on weekends. I've taken some photos (of the park, not of the walking blubber that is me) but haven't had the time nor the inclination to edit and post them so...that will take a while.
Every day I think of stuff I want to blog about but it's either I can't make myself sit and compose something to say when I'm in front of the computer or I'm way too lazy to do it so nothing gets blogged.
So what could I write about now? Hmm, lemme see...oh, the dreaded V-day. I've never really hard a romantic V-day all my life. I guess Joks has always been very practical about things and would rather spend it on something we could use or save the money for a rainy day. Plus, he's never been much of a romantic guy.
Case in point, a conversation we had the other day:
L: Uy, Dad, flowers o. Malapit na Valentine's... (hint, hint)
J: Oo nga. Sana may magbigay sa'yo ng flowers.
*sigh*
But I can't complain, he's the most loving, most responsible husband anyone could ever ask for. I'll take what I'm given.
Oh, a little story about a little boy. Yesterday, just as Jaden was going out the door to play with other kids, he saw a kid walk past. The kid was holding a cup of halo-halo and was, I suppose, in the process of kerchomping it. Guess what the little boy said, "Pssst! Pahingi!"
Joks laughed so hard that Jaden cried. (He feels as if he's being laughed at, we always try and explain to him that we are simply enjoying him, not making fun of him. Still, he cries. Tsk tsk.) Joks had to go out and buy him his own cup of halo-halo.
My little boy is growing up. *sniffs*