Saturday, July 28, 2007

dare to dream



We took the kids to watch Ratatouille this afternoon. It was a really beautiful and inspiring movie. I could not help but be inspired by the rat chef, Remy. He had such big dreams and he was not afraid to pursue it and he did very well too. I will not go into details as some of you might still be on their way to watch the movie.

Remy had a dream of becoming a chef but being a rat he thought was a setback. But that did not stop him. It's always good to have a dream. Dreams are what makes us want to be do better and go further in life.

When I was a little girl I have always wanted to become a doctor and a journalist. I admired my grandfather a lot because he was both. So as I grew up, I mentally programmed my life towards that dream. I was a constant contributor to the school paper and I excelled in my science classes...I liked biology and chemistry, physiology, anatomy etc. When I went to college for my pre-med course I had the chance to be with patients and have a one-year internship in a hospital. That's when I realize that becoming a doctor is not that easy, first you have to be dedicated to what you do, second, patience is really a virtue all doctors must have, and third you have to have a heart of gold and courage to face death.

Eventhough my heart was in it, my body was not. I always got sick when I come home from a 24-hour duty in the hospital. Got my parents worried and I get sooo attached to my patients it affects me so much when they don't get well and eventually don't go home anymore. So I guess that dream was not for me.

Now I am doing something I like, there are days when I feel like all of a sudden there are hairs on my chest because of stress. And there are also days when I feel like I have just escaped a near-death experience because of too much pressure, but all-in-all I feel elated when I come through and pass the test.



An important ingredient in making your life work for you? Dare to dream and visualize it like it can come true. The boundaries and limitations are all in your head. Remember when you were still a toddler learning how to walk? You never learned about edges and pain until your first fall. But then you were determined that you can do it. And you did.


I remember a TV show my kids are watching at Nickelodeon, I just can't remember what the show's name is but there's this song that these animals were always singing when they are about to go to an adventure of saving other animals in distress, "know what's going to work? team work! " You'll need a lot these when you want a lot of things to be accomplished.



And last but not the least, since you've dared to dream this far, love what you do and always keep that dream alive.



Forget about the days when its been cloudy, but don't forget your hours in the sun
Forget about mistakes that you can't change now, but don't forget the lessons that you've learned
Forget about the times you've been defeated, but don't forget the victories you've won
Forget about misfortunes you encounter, but don't forget the times your luck has turned
Forget about the days when you've been lonely, but don't forget the friendly smiles you've seen
Forget about the plans that didn't seem to work out right, but...
Don't forget to Always Have A Dream

Keep Smiling
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Thursday, July 26, 2007

one coffee @ a time

I had a pretty wicked week! Well, almost. Today is Thursday so there's another day left in my work-week and who knows what Friday brings. Hopefully, some good times. I am keeping my fingers crossed that it won't be as hectic as the last few days.

I have not been able to create any articles in the past few days because I have been very busy at work. When I get home all I want to do is sleep. I find myself dozing off on top of my laptop while surfing the net at night, haha.

At 5:30pm this afternoon, got a call from hubby. He says, "want to watch a movie tonight, I had a bad day today I want to unwind." It looks like I'm not the only one having manic days at work in our family. I had visions of myself going home early today and being with the kids as I have been spending extra hours in the office. They're already sleeping when I get home =(. But I know that hubby needed a break too, so I made suggestions to do somethingelse. He suggested coffee and I agreed. I have been craving for a hot caramel macchiato anyway. We went to our favorite Starbucks branch in Intramuros.




Intramuros is famous for it's rich history. Intramuros' means 'inside the walls'. The Starbucks here is quite different from the usual stores around the metropolis, because it was placed inside one of the bulwarks used by the government during the war. Got some pics from the net so I can show you how it looks like, click the pics for a bigger view.






Hubby and I just sat there. Contentedly sipping our macchiatos and taking small bites of those yummy Belgian waffles (as shown below) and of course my potato chips in yogart and sour cream flavor. Ahhh, that was heavenly.

At the moment life feels good again... one coffee at a time.
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Sunday, July 22, 2007

Thoughtful Blogger Award



Shinade over at The Painted Veil has graciously given me this award. I frequently drop by her place and always leave inspired and happy. I was recently made aware of how her past experiences have somehow revealed the beautiful and strong person that she is. And that made her even more awe-inspiring in my eyes. She has the resilience and the will power of a super woman and yet have a heart so pure and gentle like an angel's. Her blog is full of inspiration, blessings, beautiful messages for everybody and of course, beautiful graphic arts designed by her. I feel honored to be called a friend.

According to her, The Thoughtful Blogger Award is given to those who answer blog comments, e-mails, and make their visitors feel at home on their blogs. For the people who take others feelings into consideration before speaking out and who are kind and courteous. Also for all of those bloggers who spend so much of their time helping others bloggers design, improve, and fix their sites. This award is for those generous bloggers who think of others.

Shinade, I don't know if I deserve this award or if I had been helpful at all. On the contrary I think it is people like you who were thoughtful enough to inspire me to write and open up.

Thank you for thinking of me and for breaking the rule to mention me in your post. I will be always grateful. Love and kisses.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

The Power of the Hug

The moment I came out from my mom's womb the first thing that I received from the angel who was to be my mother, was a hug. The second her arms closed around my wriggly fragile body and as she kissed my little button nose, I knew I was loved.

All throughout my life, my parents' hugs assured me that I was safe and loved. So I went through my life confident that I can do anything and be anything I wanted. And as I grew up , I seem to be needing a lot of those warm hugs to make me feel better. When I fall and graze my knee, when I spill milk on the floor, when I just feel a little blue, a hug would make me feel better.

When I got a little older I became a little jaded and concerned with propriety. I began to think that big girls don't need hugs, it was a sign of weakness - I wanted people to know that I am independent and strong. However, when I was having a bad day and there was too much pressure in school, all of it will fade away as soon as my mom would give me a hug... just like the old times.





I give and get hugs from my daughters all the time, when they have their arms wrapped tightly around me, I feel that it is me who gets healed in the process.

Here are some quotes about hugs:


A hug is like a boomerang - you get it back right away. ~Bil Keane, "Family Circus"


Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you. ~Jacques Prévert


You can't wrap love in a box, but you can wrap a person in a hug. ~Author Unknown


Hug Department: Always Open ~Author Unknown


I love hugging. I wish I was an octopus, so I could hug ten people at a time. ~Drew Barrymore


Arm ourselves for war? No! All the arms we need are for hugging. ~Author Unknown


A hug is a handshake from the heart. ~Author Unknown


A hug delights and warms and charms,that must be why God gave us arms.~Author Unknown


A hug is the shortest distance between friends. ~Author Unknown


A hug is a great gift - one size fits all, and it's easy to exchange. ~Author Unknown


A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance. ~Proverb

Received this video in the mail, it's about Juan Mann who's giving out Free Hugs all over the globe. Loved it!



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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The Secret to a Lasting Marriage



Embrace Imperfection
Deb Graham - Contributor

When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner
every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had
made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and
extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if
anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my
mom, and ask me how my day was at school.

I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching
him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite! When I got
up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to
my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: "Baby,
I love burned toast."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he
really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,
"Debbie, your momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real
tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!"

In bed that night, I thought about that scene at dinner and the kindness
my daddy showed my mom. To this day, it's a cherished memory from my
childhood that I'll never forget. And it's one that came to mind just
recently when Jack and I sat down to eat dinner.

I had arrived home late as usual and decided we would have breakfast
food for dinner. Some things never change, I suppose!

To my amazement, I found the ingredients I needed, and quickly began to
cook eggs, turkey sausage, and buttered toast. Thinking I had things
under control, I glanced through the mail for the day. It was only a
few minutes later that I remembered that I had forgotten to take the
toast out of the oven!

Now, had it been any other day -- and had we had more than two pieces of
bread in the entire house -- I would have started all over. But it had
been one of those days and I had just used up the last two pieces of
bread. So burnt toast it was!

As I set the plate down in front of Jack, I waited for a comment about
the toast. But all I got was a "Thank you!" I watched as he ate bite by
bite, all the time waiting for some comment about the toast. But
instead, all Jack said was, "Babe, this is great. Thanks for cooking
tonight. I know you had a hard day."

As I took a bite of my charred toast that night, I thought about my mom
and dad how burnt toast hadn't been a deal-breaker for them. And I
quietly thanked God for giving me a marriage where burnt toast wasn't a
deal-breaker either!

You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not
the best housekeeper or cook. And you might be surprised to find out
that Jack isn't the perfect husband! He likes to play his music too
loud, he will always find a way to avoid yard work, and he watches far
too many sports. Believe it or not, watching " Golf Academy " is not my
idea of a great night at home!

But somehow in the past 37 years Jack and I have learned to accept the
imperfections in each other. Over time, we have stopped trying to make
each other in our own mold and have learned to celebrate our
differences. You might say that we've learned to love each other for
who we really are!

For example, I like to take my time, I'm a perfectionist, and I'm
even-tempered. I tend to work too much and sleep too little. Jack, on
the other hand, is disciplined, studious, an early riser, and is a
marketer's dream consumer. I count pennies and Jack could care less!
Where he is strong, I am weak, and vice versa.

And while you might say that Jack and I are opposites, we're also very
much alike. I can look at him and tell you what he's thinking. I can
predict his actions before he finalizes his plans. On the other hand, he
knows whether I'm troubled or not the moment I enter a room.

We share the same goals. We love the same things. And we are still best
friends. We've traveled through many valleys and enjoyed many
mountaintops.

And yet, at the same time, Jack and I must work every minute of every
day to make this thing called "marriage" work!

What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's
faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences - is one
of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting
marriage relationship.

And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the
good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your married life and lay them at
the feet of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able
to give you a marriage where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

that's right, i'm a hundred

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Well not a hundred years old, that would still be decades from now and I'm a little doubtful if I could even reach it. How time does fly, I'm on my 100th post already! I was surprised this morning to realize that I have posted 100 articles already. I never thought I talked that much haha. Apparently, I do. So I decided to write about why I love blogging, if anybody cares to know. Looks like you won't have a choice anyway, haha.

When I was younger I have this journal where I write down everything that happened to me on a particular day. I still have that journal with me and when I read it a few days ago I could not help but laugh and feel embarassed at the foolish things I did as a child. My thirst for writing did not stop there, I wrote journal after journal, I wrote journals for my unborn daughters and I plan to give it to them as wedding gifts...if I am still alive by then, which I hope I am.

I was hesitant to blog before, I felt exposed somehow. My memories and my experiences were precious to me and I thought it was too personal to share. I was also hesitant to post pictures because of the horror stories I read about the net but then I thought if I did not write about my family, my daughters and bits and pieces of my life then what was the point of blogging at all?

What I love about blogging is that I can write about things that move me, words, articles, stories and events that make up my life. Everytime I write about it I am made to realize how blessed I have been. Somehow, the pieces of my life's puzzles fall into place. Somehow the picture becomes clearer as I write it down.

I also love reading other people's blogs, I have made new friends because of this. And surprisingly found people with similar interests, similar problems and sometimes find people who has problems even more looming than I have. Not that things like that make me happy but it made me feel less alone and more alive than ever.

When I started my first post I was doubtful if I could keep it up, in fact I was not really able to sustain it at all until early this year. I only wrote when I had something compelling to write about. I felt alone then because no one was coming to comment or read. Until I made contact at last haha.

To all the new friends that I have met here, you know who you are, all I want to say is thank you for helping me open up and also thank you for sharing your life with me. Cheers!

Friday, July 13, 2007

Solitude



I love people. I love my family, my children . . . but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up. ~ Pearl S. Buck

Today I decided I needed a break. I thought I needed some peace and quiet. We are all entitled to moments like these. Time to take your shoes off and put your tired feet up. Time to rest your laurels and smell the roses. And simply do nothing, just be there, sitting in a quiet place resting your tired bones against a soft and fluffly pillow, listening to the quietness of your surroundings...I call it a moment of solitude.

I had such a moment this morning, there was no one in the house but me. And I loved it. It felt good to listen to my thoughts for a change, it felt wonderful just to hear the beating of my heart and not the noise of the bustling traffic and activity outside. I imagined I was sitting atop a house on a hill looking at the vast fields of flowers and mountain-side. It was breathtaking. Somehow I felt rejuvinated. I know this moment is just fleeting, in a few more minutes the house will be filled with people again. But this moment was mine and I intend to cherish every second of it.

Sometimes it is good to listen to your own thoughts, who knows the answers you were looking for were right there all along. Today I saw my life for what it was, I see my mom and dad, my brother and sister, the love of my life, my two daughters, my thankless job, my busy life as a mother, my house, my little treasures and I thought to myself despite its imperfections, I made it happen...it was mine.

And I think to myself...what a wonderful life.


Wednesday, July 11, 2007

A letter from the year 2070

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Last night when I went home it was raining hard, I took the cab home because hubby did not bring the car yesterday. I was very thankful that I brought a big umbrella that day. As the cab drove past some houses I saw little children running outside their houses and bathing in the rain. It brought a smile to my face, it brought back memories of my childhood. I loved the rain.

Here in my country we are surrounded by water, you can see it everywhere and we are probably lucky in a sense that we had it in abundance. Bathing twice a day was something we took for granted here and having plenty of water to drink and use to wash the car and water the plants seem an everyday thing. It was there...and there was plenty where it came from.

So it was quite a shock for me to read this in the mail. It was something I was not prepared for. It was shocking and scary. But I urge you guys to take the time to read. So here goes:

This document was published in the magazine "Crónica de los Tiempos" April 2002.

We are in the year 2070.
I just turned 50 years old, but I look 85.
I experience major kidney problems, because I drink very little water.
I think that I don’t have much more time to live.

Today, I am the oldest person living in this society.
I remember, when I was 5 years old
There were lots of trees in the parks, houses had beautiful gardens, and I could enjoy long baths and stay in the shower for one whole hour.
everything was very different.

Now, we have to clean ourselves by using disposable towelettes moisturized with mineral oil.

Before, women were proud of their beautiful hair.
Before, my father used to wash his car with water that came out of a hose.
Today, children find it hard to believe that one ever could use water to perfom such a task.

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Now, we have to shave our head to keep it clean without using water.
I remember the many warnings: ”DON’T WASTE WATER”
But nobody paid attention.

People assumed that water was unlimited.

Today, rivers, dams, lagoons, and under-ground water are all
either irremediably polluted or completely dried up.

The landscape that surrounds us has turned into nothing more than an immense desert.

Gastro-intestinal infections, and skin and urinary tract diseases have now become the main causes of death.

Industry is paralysed, and the jobless rate reached a dramatic level.
Desalination plants are the main employers.

They give one drinking water instead of a salary.
People are constantly being mugged for water on the deserted streets.
80% of the food is synthetic.

Before, it was recommended that an adult drink 8 glasses of water a day.
Today, I am allowed only half a glass.
Since we cannot wash our clothes, we throw them, which increases the amount of trash.

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We had to go back to using septic tanks, just like in the past century, because the sewage system stopped working due to the lack of water.

People look scary: their bodies are weak; parched by extreme dehydration; covered by sores caused by ultraviolet rays that the atmosphere can no longer filter since the ozone layer is depleted.
Due to the dryness of her skin, a young 20 year-old woman looks more like 40.

The lack of trees reduces the amount of oxygen available, which in turn lowers the intellectual quotient of up-coming generations.

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Scientists perform all types of research and investigations, but there is no solution in sight.
We cannot produce water.

The morphology of many individuals’ spermatozoa was altered...
…which results in children being born with all sorts of deficiencies, mutations and malformations.

The government even makes us pay a tax for the air we breathe: 137 m3 per adult per day. [31,102 gallons]

Those who can’t pay the tax are expulsed from the “ventilated areas” that are equipped with gigantic mechanical lungs, powered by solar energy.


The air supplied in the “ventilated areas” is not of very good quality, but at least one can breathe there.


The average age is 35.

Some countries succeeded in preserving a few islands of vegetation with their own streams. These areas are closely monitored by the army.


Water has become a rare commodity, a highly sought after treasure, infinitely more valuable than gold or diamonds.

Here, though, there are no more trees because it hardly ever rains. And whenever it does rain, it is acid rain that comes down.


There are no more seasons. Climatic changes such as the greenhouse effect and the polluting activities we indulged in during the twentieth century took care of that.

We were warned about the need to take care of our environment, but nobody bothered.

When my daughter asks me to tell her how it was when I was young, I describe the beauty of the forests.


I tell her about the rain, about the flowers, about how pleasurable it was to bathe, to fish in the rivers and the lakes, and being able to drink as much water as one desired.

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I tell her about how healthy people used to be.
She asks me:
I feel a lump in my throat...
- Daddy! Why is there no water anymore ?

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I can’t help feeling guilty, because I belong to the generation that completed the destruction of our environment by simply not taking seriously any of the warnings ... and there were so many of them!

I belong to the last generation who could have made a difference, but who chose not to act.

Today, our children pay the hefty price.

Quite frankly, I think that, within short, life on this Earth will no longer be possible, because the destruction of our environment reached its point of no return.

How I wish I could go back in time and get the Human race to understand this ...
... at a time when it was still possible for us to do something to save our planet Earth!

This is no game, it is already our reality. Do it for your children; if you don’t have any yet, maybe you will some day.

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Don’t leave them hell as a legacy ... Leave them life!

Monday, July 09, 2007

Schmoozed!!!









Lansy over at A Drop of Tear In Heaven gave me this award. Thank you girl, I am honored that you thought of me. I certainly felt my biceps growing as you sent this over to me =)

So what does it mean to be schmoozed? Well according to Lansy schmoozing is the natural ability “to converse casually, especially in order to gain or make a social connection.” Good schmoozers effortlessly weave their way in and out of the blogosphere, leaving friendly trails and smiles, happily making new friends along the way. They don’t limit their visits to only the rich and successful, but spend some time to say hello to new blogs as well. They are the ones who engage others in meaningful conversations, refusing to let it end at a mere hello - all the while fostering a sense of closeness and friendship.

A Drop of Tear in Heaven is one of my favorite places to be. Whenever I feel a little blue I just go over to her place and her witty and most-often funny repertoir manages to chase my blues away. Her blog is about her life, her travels and some of the "laws" she learned in life.

In accordance; I gladly pass the Power of Schmooze Award onto the following Good Schmoozers in the blogosphere:

  • Cotojo of Life - my daily dose of laughter and inspiration. Have a visit and I promise you that you will have a truly "wickedly" wonderful experience.

  • Dream Catcher of The Augmented Reality - if you want beautiful prose and poetry then this is the place to be.

  • Jan Pieter of Only GOD keeps me Going - writes beautiful inspirational stories and quotes.

  • Louann of 3 Boys and A Lady - the very first person who schmoozed me. I love her for making contact and for making me hooked as I watched over what happens to her life and her beautiful family.

  • Shelly of This Eclectic Life - This wonderful woman has been one of the first blogs I came across in the blogosphere and the moment I stepped in I was hooked. This lady has a heart as big as Texas! Maybe even bigger with her contributions to Share-A-Square helping people with cancer. Although someone already schmoozed her, I think she deserves to get more than one serving. =)


  • There are so many others I have meet who have been a part of my life as a blogger who deserve the Power of Schmooze Award; unfortunately I am only allowed to give out five. For everyone else, thank you for all your “meaningful conversations”!

    God bless everyone!

    Sunday, July 08, 2007

    Just words

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    Three things in life that, once gone, never come back -

    1. Time
    2. Words
    3. Opportunity

    Three things in life that can destroy a person -

    1. Anger
    2. Pride
    3. Unforgiveness

    Three things in life that you should never lose-

    1. Hope
    2. Peace
    3. Honesty

    Three things in life that are most valuable -

    1. Love
    2. Family & Friends
    3. Kindness

    Three things in life that are never certain -

    1. Fortune
    2. Success
    3. Dreams

    Three things that make a person -

    1. Commitment
    2. Sincerity
    3. Hard work

    Three things that are truly constant -

    Father - Son - Holy Spirit

    I ask the Lord to bless you, as I pray for you
    today; to guide you and protect you, as you go along
    your way. God's love is always with you, God's
    promises are true. And when you give God all your
    cares, you know God will see you through.

    NO one falls in love by choice,
    it is by CHANCE.
    No one stays in love by chance,
    it is by WORK.
    And no one falls out of love by chance,
    it is by CHOICE

    Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take
    but by the number of moments that take our breath away...

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    Kids















    My two daughters are as different as night and day. My eldest daughter is your typical eight-year-old, she loves Barbie dolls, princesses and the concept of happily-ever-after. Her definition of a princess is someone like Cinderella, pretty, lovable and much-loved by the prince. My little one's concept of a princess is quite different, to her a princess is someone like Mulan or Pocahontas a warrior, independent and someone who can take care of herself even when the prince is gone.

    Yesterday afternoon the four of us were on the road. Hubby was driving and everyone seemed a little quiet inside the car. All of us were lost in our own thoughts when suddenly my three-year-old daughter blurted out, "Dad I want to have a boyfriend today!", she announced nonchalantly. Her dad was at a lost for words. He looked at me for support and I just shrugged my shoulders trying to stop myself from giggling. She sounded so serious and from the looks of things she was thinking about it for the last 5 minutes.

    As calmly as I could I asked her why. And she says, "Because I want to have someone to marry me and hold my hands like you and dad." I could not stop myself from giggling now. All this time she was talking her face was serious like she was really thinking about it hard. I said, "But honey you are still young...you still have a lot of years to go yet before you can actually have one." She looked like she was considering what I was saying and then she said, "you mean I have to grow old before I could have one? Oh man!" I desperately tried to change the topic and veered away from the 'boyfriend' talk.

    I am quite amazed at how they could like the same things and yet make different choices. As young as they are they are showing their uniqueness. The way they react to different things gives me a glimpse of their future choices and preferences.

    I came across this beautiful article from L. Batra, it's about "Raising Good Children." Thought I'd share it with you. Here goes:

    As parents we set the model for what our children see as important to us. Every day we are faced with many choices. The personal values we have help us to make those choices and so there is no better time than the present to "practice what we preach."

    What we hold true in our lives is demonstrated by the everyday examples that we set in our lives. The "little things" are the big things when it comes to developing moral fiber in our children's lives. The way in which we respond to needs, the attitudes we take in accomplishing our chores, the tone of voice we use in answering questions are all essential in character education.

    Virtues are objectively good human qualities; they have a claim on our personal and collective conscience. How do we share these with our children? Here are a few tips from the research:

    Spend time together, learn to really listen, and talk through issues and how your family would deal with them. Show your children they are a priority in your life.

    Talk about the things that are important to you. Take an example from a television or news article and ask your family "what would we do in our home if this happened?"

    Model the actions you expect from your children. Respect is a cornerstone of good character. It is essential to value the individuality of our children and treat them the way we desire that they treat others. Look for words of character at school or other places in your community and the opportunity to explain what it means in your family.

    Raise a child with character, a child who will do the right things, and make the right choices in the journey of life.

    Wednesday, July 04, 2007

    Why men are never depressed...


    Needed a good laugh today. Got this from my brother-in-law and thought I'd share it with you guys. I can't say that I totally agree with everything written below but what-the-heck it was downright funny! Common' ladies! Let's hear it from the boys!

    Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.

    Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

    Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years... maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.

    You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

    You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

    No wonder men are happier.

    Well at least that's what they think. =)

    Monday, July 02, 2007

    Just Another Manic Monday



    On my way to work today I dropped by McDonald's to buy my favorite breakfast. Brewed coffee and Sausage McMuffin. While I was walking to my building I was already mentally going over my day. I remembered I had a lot of things to sign that needed to be released today, I also needed to write three memos, prepare for our usual Monday meeting, two more meetings in the afternoon. gosh! I also needed to go to the bank to pay my bills! (sigh)...a gazillion things to do!

    By now I was half-walking half-running wondering to myself how I could cram all the things I have to do in my 10-hour work day. Stress was building up and I havent' even reached my desk yet. The elevator kinda sucks in my building and missing the last one would mean a 5-minute wait and I was all steamed up to get the day going.

    I was not even able to get one bite out of my sandwich when I was called by my boss. I was hoping to start the day right...but it seems she has other plans. She did not look happy so I figured this was going to be one of those days again. I could feel my stomach begging me to fill it up but it looks like my perfect breakfast was not going to be eaten after all. "There was a complaint", she says, "and it was addressed to the President of the company, you have to fix it right away", she says. It was only 8:45am. I looked at my sandwich and my steaming coffee and somehow I lost my appetite. I don't even want to tell you how the next four hours went by, I could not even remember it. "Hey, are you ready to go?", my colleague asked. "Go? Go where?", I asked. "Lunch with the President in 5 minutes."

    I forgot all about that! I was half looking forward to it and half dreading it after the complaint that I had to fix this morning. But nonetheless I was intrigued by this new guy. He was only appointed as our new CEO two months ago and the people who were able to talk to him says he is very nice and gentle. But that remains to be seen, I said to myself.

    Lunch was a revelation to me. Most of the middle management team were invited to this "getting-to-know-you" lunch and our new President/CEO was amazing! He is from Bombay, India and this guy had a lot of nice things to say. He was a little shy and seemed a little uncomfortable with the whole affair, which was really surprising for a person in his position. And when he started to talk, I was enthralled.

    He said, "I would like to thank all of you today for skipping your usual lunch date to eat with me. This is my first time to become a CEO, I know I don't know everything and I won't pretend that I do." He goes on to say something about his stay in our Singapore office and how he misses having a home, he misses India he says. What really struck me was what he said next. He said, "A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent in doing nothing."

    "I don't care much for fame and for being told I am nice. What I care about is are you happy working here? Are you happy doing what you are doing right now? Or do you want to do somethingelse? Are just stuck here because you do not have a choice?", he says. Pretty strange things to be said by the president of a company, don't you agree? I now call him the gentle giant. What surprises me is how much humility and soul this man has. A stunning contrast to our previous retired president who was bullish and a bit unapproachable.

    This man looked, not at what we did wrong or right as managers, but at the person behind the actions. Our actions he said are sometimes reflections of who we are and how we feel about our jobs. If I was happy doing what I was doing, he said, then I wouldn't want to be anywherelse but here.

    And how right he was. Suddenly my manic Monday has given me a sense of purpose. Suddenly I realize I love what I do. Stress and all!

    I am only one,
    But still I am one.
    I cannot do everything,
    But still I can do something;
    And because I cannot do everything
    I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.

    ~Edward Everette Hale~

    Sunday, July 01, 2007

    how far will you go?

    A trip over at Nessa's place got me hooked into this. Never got to the very end but it was sooo much fun I had to share it with you. Relieved some of my stress today. You should try it. But you got to have a lot of time in your hands, it's really quite addictive.

    Here goes:



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