I made this Jello dessert last week when my oldest son threw a surprise birthday party for his GF. Since it was the day before Halloween, I made a halloween-themed dessert – not a creepy-looking one, but a fun and delightful one.🙂 I found my inspiration on this website and a made a few variations. I used plastic wine glasses.
1 170 g package lemon Jell-O
Mott’s Mr. & Mrs. T Margarita Mix (I think pineapple juice will work as well)
1 170 g package orange Jell-O
1 300 ml can sweetened condensed milk
2 envelopes unflavored gelatin
candy corn or gummy candy (fuzzy peach)
1. Combine lemon Jell-O and 2.5 cups hot water in a large bowl. Stir. Add 1.5 cups margarita mix. Stir. Use a spoon to fill your wine glasses 1/3 of the way. Place in the fridge to set for 2 hours.
2. Combine orange Jell-O and 2.5 cups hot water in a large bowl. Stir. Add 1.5 cups margarita mix. Stir. Use a spoon to fill your wine glasses 2/3 of the way. Place in the fridge to set for 2 hours.
3. Combine 2 envelopes unflavored gelatin and 1.5 cups hot water in a large bowl. Stir until the gelatin has dissolved. Mix in sweetened condensed milk. Stir. Use a spoon to fill your wine glasses to the top. Place in the fridge to set for 2 hours.
4. Top Jello-O desserts with whipped cream and candy corn or gummy candy. Serves 20.
I recently replaced our dinette set to one with a round table. I think it saves more space than our previous rectangular table. And since our old chairs had a lot of scratches on the wood, not to mention the ripped PVC seats, I thought I’d make chair covers to avoid scratches. I tell you, you’d think the boys are all grown up now and would be more careful with furniture. But I guess boys will be boys. So here’s my latest DIY sewing project.
We just finished wrapping up our busy season at work. So here I am with some extra time on my hands, and I have decided to update my blog.
It has been 3 years since my last post and a lot of things have happened since then. To keep myself from repeating the same thing, please check my About page for updates about me and the kids.
In addition to what’s there, I have also travelled back to the Philippines this past March. Yes, after 23 years! I was very excited preparing for the trip, but at the same time I was sort of anxious. Imagine, it has been a long time since I was back home. I didn’t even know if I’d feel at home there, if I can still connect with my relatives, my aunts, my cousins. Will they like my pasalubong? Are they expecting a lot? Will they be disappointed that I didn’t bring designer labels? Will I manage to navigate my way to the places I want to visit? Will I be able to commute by bus and jeepney on my own, or will I always need a chaperone?
But you know what? The minute I got there, I realized how silly those fears were. Once I started meeting my cousins, it was just like old times. Non-stop stories about our childhood, our present lives, our work, our kids. We also shared stories about our partners, broken relationships, dyeing hair and getting highlights, ingrown toenails, etc. And as for finding my way, I did manage to find my way to the mall and back to the condo where my mother and I stayed.🙂 And I think, if I had stayed longer, I would have managed to get on the jeepney on my own.
My vacation in the Philippines was only 3 weeks long, but I tried to make the most of it. I visited a few tourist spots, some of them with my cousins, some great bonding time there. And of course one place I made sure I get to visit was my childhood town of Noveleta, Cavite. Oh boy, that was one sentimental trip! As I looked out the window of the bus as we drove along Cavitex, I thought, this is my “Journey to Honeyville.” That’s the name I chose for this blog before I changed it to “niceheart.” And as I try to revive this blog, I am bringing Journey to Honeyville back.
This happened two weeks before I found “the house,” the one I recently purchased.
My realtor and I just came from an open house and before he dropped me off at my apartment, he drove me around my street. He sometimes drives me around the neighbourhood to point out to me whether it’s a good neighbourhood, and whether it’s wise to buy a house there. That night I think he just wanted to take a peek at the lot where they were going to build their condo building. My old place is on the same street and I pointed out to him our old house. I told him how well I know this neighbourhood and how I’ve live here for 16 years and how I know all the streets.
“It’s time to move on,” he said.
All this time, I thought I’ve moved on. But I’m still hanging on to this place.
That’s when I realized, “Yeah, I think it’s about time I move on.”
Who knows, maybe there’s something or someone waiting for me at my new place.
“Mommy, I have a headache. Can you call the school?” That was my 13-year old son on Monday morning. “Ay naku, Ryland,” I said, “there’s only 4 days of school left. You go take a shower now and I’ll give you Tylenol.” So he went to school, without the Tylenol. He was fine. He didn’t really have a headache.
This school year, he had quite a few absences. I kinda had a feeling that sometimes he just didn’t want to go to school and he’d tell me that he wasn’t feeling well. I had been lenient with him and his brothers because I know that it has not been an easy year for them. And I also feel guilty for putting them through these hard times because of the separation with their dad. Although I know I shouldn’t feel guilty because they know the reason why I did it, and they know that it’s all for the best. One other reason I feel guilty is not being at home as much as I want to because I have these two jobs. But I try to be there as much as I can. And I know they understand that I’m doing this for them.
That night at the dinner table, I told Ryland, “You know what, I just realized that you were probably not really sick those days that you would tell me that you were.” Then my 17-year old blurted out, “I already knew that. I was laughing in my bed when I heard him this morning.” Yeah right. Because this one had quite a few absences too. Ah these boys. They got me fooled. “Oh you guys. This can’t go on. Things are gonna change next year!”
Today’s a good day. I just bought a house! Today. Exactly a year to the date the boys and I moved out of the house they grew up in. Exactly a year to the date we moved in to this two-bedroom apartment suite that we have called home this past year.
I’m so excited! We don’t move until August, but it’s pretty exciting! And emotional too. But emotionally happy, not sad. I’ve been separated for a year now, but I have pretty much moved on.
It’s been a good day. The boys and I went out to lunch with my mother today to celebrate my middle son’s 17th birthday, which is tomorrow. We went to Red Lobster. I knew my middle son had wanted to go there for the longest time.
It’s a bad day, I heard my youngest son said. He wanted to go to Pizza Hut instead. Although I’m pretty sure that he enjoyed the hand-breaded shrimp that he ordered at Red Lobster.
Why would you say it’s a bad day? I asked. It’s a good day. We just bought a house. I think I know why he thought it’s a bad day. It’s father’s day and he and his brothers didn’t spend it with their dad. The topic at mass this morning was about fathers and father’s day and it must have upset them somehow. He hasn’t been much a part of their lives since the separation. I actually wanted him to try to have relationship with his boys, but it’s not up to me now.
But see, these three had been laughing a lot today, joking around. After a year, they have pretty much adjusted to our situation and I think they have also moved on. So, I think, overall, it’s been a pretty good day. I just bought a house!
I had been getting quite frustrated with this house hunting. I have looked at several houses. A few didn’t look as good as they looked on paper. There were about two that I wanted to buy, but I got outbid. Oh, I hate these bidding wars. But today, I was the one who had the highest bid.🙂 It’s a good day!