occupation: SAHM

When I first saw this meme about husbands from Toni’s blog, I just knew I had to answer it too. Just like Toni, I asked my husband for his answers soon after I was finished with it.

1. He’s sitting in front of the TV: what is on the screen?
MY ANSWER: An action movie.
HIS ANSWER: A movie.

2. You are out to eat: What kind of dressing does he put on his salad?
Whatever is there.
Caesar.

3. What is the one food he doesn’t like?
Chocolate
Sweets
To which I say, I know him better than he knows himself, then. He loves a whole lot of cakes - except chocolate! And I have an empty box of Mango Bravo (the large one!) to prove it. And receipts from Krispy Kreme too!

4. You go out to the bar: what does he order?
A beer.
Beer

5. Where did he go to high school? Continue reading ‘About Hubby’ »

It was my father who taught me to stick the small, leftover bath soap with the new bar of soap.

When I was little, I guess there was one in the family who opposed to doing this (it certainly was not me!) because he would say over and over again, “What’s the difference between the small soap and the big soap?”

This is one of my quirks which must have made my husband go bonkers when we were newlyweds (Hmm.. maybe my dad was arguing back then with my mom). I would stick the old soap with the new soap before he took his bath, and as soon as he was finished, I would find the two separated.

I would exclaim, “What’s the difference between the small soap and the big soap?”

No answer of his would be good enough to satisfy me.

Continue reading ‘Frugal Habits’ »

This question was posted in Greenbucks. 

 If you are married would you know if your husband is reading your blog? If you are in a relationship, would you know if your partner is reading your blog?

Oh yes, he does. Not often though, as he spends most of his time checking his emails and his favorite forums. But every once in a while, he spends time reading page after page of this blog.

Lately, he has become more involved. Continue reading ‘My Husband on My Blogging’ »

I was in a convenience store, enumerating reasons why I shouldn’t go to the birthday party of my officemate, Kay.

It was New Year’s Day. A family day.

And a friend who was supposed to be with me, just paged me that she couldn’t go to Kay’s party. She was somewhere far away with her folks.

So I went out of the store, hailed a jeepney, and was about to board when I heard a woman speak to me.

“Pumunta ka. Naroon ang magiging boyfriend mo.” (Go there. Your future boyfriend is there.)

I immediately looked behind me, and saw that I was alone in that part of the street.

Continue reading ‘The Promise of a Fairy Godmother’ »

One Valentine’s day years ago, a beautiful basket of peach roses was delivered to a female employee where my husband works. Unfortunately, female co-worker did not appreciate her suitor’s gesture, as she could not reciprocate his love for her.

She decided she would give them away, and offered the flowers to my husband. Would he like to give the roses to me? But my husband refused, I was not big on flowers.

Female officemate said he could tell me it was from her.

Continue reading ‘The V-Day Scrooge’ »

Hubby and I were both very excited about this date. We felt like we were giddy youngsters once again. It felt great to hold hands, and to have his arms around my shoulders. For a long time we’ve been holding little hands or stroller handles, so HHWW felt so new all of a sudden.

We went to Cyma (Chesca’s recommendation)  because we both have never been there. I have never tried Greek food, and I would never be able to try Greek food with my noisy children around.

It was funny though, because we had been looking forward to this date all week. And there we were, without little kids with big voices demanding our attention, but we were both quiet. We ordered our food, he said a little something about what happened at work, I said a little something about Heath Ledger, and then silence.

“I’m trying not to talk about the kids,” he said. We laughed. My mind was on our two cute monsters too.  

We talked about our future plans. We raved about the food. Where we were going after dinner. Our plans for the weekend.

“I can’t help talking about the kids,” I laughed.

We missed them already.

We were married 8 years ago today. Wow. 8 years. 8 short years.

We have no plans to go out later though. Today is also the first day of my son’s exam week, and since I am a nerdy mom, I say we stay at home and study.

I do want to go out later this week with my husband, alone. ALONE. I want to go somewhere fancy. And by fancy, I mean no falling in line to order food. The menu, with several pages, is handed by a waiter. No fries, no burgers, no chicken. No blaring music and bright lights. No cutting of meat on a kiddie plate and no ice cream cones for dessert.

No fighting who gets to sit with mom. No fighting who gets to sit on mom’s right side. I want to hold hands with my husband while walking, and no arguing who gets to hold my hand with the watch.

That should not be too much to ask for one night. After all, it’s our 8th anniversary. We both deserve a real date.

Nine years ago, my boyfriend and I were at my house, my parents’ house, watching tv. Then out of the blue, he blurted out, “Let’s get married.”*

I looked at him, aghast. “What?”*

He held my hand. “Let’s get married.”*

“Ha?”* I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The words “marriage” or “future” had never been part of our conversations since we became kami na about a month ago. We were busy having dinner dates and watching movies and introducing ourselves to family and old friends and divulging our favorite foods and colors. So how could we talk about getting married?!

“Pakasal na tayo,” he insisted. *

“Kelan?” I asked.*

“Next year!” he replied with absolute conviction. *

 ”Ano? Ang aga naman,” I said. *

“Bakit pa patatagalin? Hindi ko na ma-imagine ang buhay ko na hindi tayo mag-asawa, ” he said. *

Hmm. I ought to think. “Sigurado ka?”

“Oo naman!” he said, his eyes gleaming. *

Continue reading ‘Pakasal na tayo!’ »

This young man said he is currently thinking of breaking up with his girlfriend. He said the girl would often send him text message asking him where he is.

Since the girl always sends the messages during office hours, he believes she should have known he is at work. She shouldn’t be sending such messages anymore because the answer is quite obvious and it causes him to lose focus on his work.

My mom and I groaned at this guy, because as a boyfriend we feel he is, well, less than ideal. I told him I have been texting my husband to tell me his whereabouts since we acquired cell phones, not because I am suspicious of him but because I want to be assured that he is safe. Most of all, naglalambing lang.

My mom told him straight to leave the girl and let her find someone else who deserves her attention. Hindi ka pa seryoso dyan she said.

This reminds me of another friend who said that she rarely, if ever, sends text messages to her husband that are somewhere along the lines of where are you. She feels it means lack of trust.

I guess it all depends on our significant others’ temperament. My husband is patient enough to respond or even call back. Or perhaps, he has accepted that part of me, heehee. There may be others who feel it is unnecessary and could feel such messages geting in their nerves.

Me, I often ask my husband to tell me where he is, again, not because I am afraid of what he could “really” be doing, but I just want to be assured he is alright. Or I miss him and I just want to hear from him. Or I want to know if he’ll be home in 30 minutes which means I have to get dinner ready.

Jane saw this in her daughter’s blog, and couldn’t resist answering it. Noemi followed suit. They wanted to see if their husbands are their type of guys, at least based on the questionnaire.

Well, me too! I want to see if my husband fits the picture of my type of guy when I was still single and available and looking. Let’s find out shall we?

He gets 48 out of 50. I married my type of guy then .

Go ahead and answer this meme. I would love to see your answers.