Archive for October, 2007
It’s getting chilly here in Winnipeg. We’ve already been experiencing below zero C temperatures. We’ve turned on the heater in the house and we’ve been wearing our thicker jackets.
I don’t really have a good fall weather jacket. I have this black artificial leather jacket lined with purple taffeta. I have to wear layers of clothing underneath to keep myself warm. The other jacket I have is already my heavy winter jacket, which is still too warm for a minus 6 temperature.
My oldest son, Reggie, had this navy blue jacket with a detachable light blue fleece lining, which could also be worn on its own. This is where the term hand-me-up comes. I first saw this term in Earth Ember’s post when she wrote about how her second oldest daughter wears her younger brother’s shirts. Instead of hand-me-downs, the sister is wearing her younger brother’s hand-me-ups. I don’t even know if that term is already in existence or if Earth Ember just made it up. 🙂 She probably did.
Well, anyway, Reggie doesn’t wear that navy blue jacket anymore. He has outgrown it. He wore it when he was in sixth grade and, I think, until the seventh grade. His younger brother, Ryan, doesn’t want to wear it because it is not his style. He prefers the sporty kind of jackets.
It is I who wears Reggie’s navy blue jacket. It’s usually the parents or older siblings who pass down their clothing to their children or younger siblings, but I am short and petite and I am sure that all my children will at some point out-grow me. At least the two older ones already have.
Just look at these runners that we wear now. I lined them up (nicely just for the sake of this picture) 🙂 from biggest to smallest. On one end are my husband’s and on the other end are mine. My youngest son, Ryland, is still shorter than me and my feet are still bigger than his but his runners are just about as long as mine.
Let’s go back to the navy blue jacket. I like wearing it because it is very appropriate for the fall weather and also early spring after the snow has melted. I like the feel of the fleece (it’s not the itchy kind) on my skin. And it keeps me warm. I wear it when I go for my walks, when I go to the 7-11 store around the corner, when I do my groceries, or run my errands. But when I go to the mall, or to the office, or to church, I wear my black leather jacket. I went downtown yesterday and it was quite nippy. How I wished that I wore Reggie’s navy blue jacket. When you live in a cold city like Winnipeg, you sometimes have to sacrifice looking stylish if you want to feel warm and comfortable.
I was wearing that jacket here in our front yard when I tried to finish raking the leaves which my sister started the previous day. We are in the final days of autumn here. Most of the leaves have already fallen on the ground. Better rake them and clean the yard before the snow falls.
Raking is one of my least favourite chores. It used to give me lower back pains. My husband wouldn’t rake the leaves. He’d rather do the dishes than do the leaves. He mows the lawn and shovels the snow. So I don’t fight him anymore in regards to raking. I’ve pretty much learned how to choose which battles to fight with him. The older kids wouldn’t do it either. I think they don’t want to be embarrassed just in case any of their friends or classmates pass by in front of the house and see them raking the leaves. There was a time when I could still make them do it, but now they always find an excuse like: I have to do my homework, or I have to practice my instrument, or I have sipon (runny nose) or a headache, etc, etc.
It’s the younger kids who are eager to help. So Wednesday night found me and five kids (Ryland and his young cousins) raking our front yard. I don’t know if you can see them in the pictures. It was already dark when we finished raking and bagging the leaves. Actually, I asked them to finish it, as I had supper cooking on the stove. 🙂
It was a typical Sunday afternoon. It was cleaning day at our house. I was washing the floor in my bedroom. Reggie was vacuuming the boys’ bedroom. Ryan was cleaning the bathroom sink and counter. Ryland was dusting in the living room downstairs. And my husband was cleaning the car in the driveway.
I heard him come inside the house and call from the bottom of the stairs, “Ryan, give me two Johnson’s buds.”
Ryan came to my bedroom and said, “Mommy, I don’t understand Daddy. What does he want me to give him?”
“Give him Q-tips,” I said.
And he immediately did so.
He then came back to me and asked, “What did Daddy say that he wanted?”
“Johnson’s buds. That’s what we call it in the Philippines.”
“That sounds funny. I’ve never heard of that before.”
“Well, it’s a brand name. It’s Q-tips here in Canada. We don’t have that there. We only have Johnson’s buds in the Philippines.”
“Then why didn’t he just say Q-tips?”
“Daddy thinks he’s still in the Philippines.” 🙂
It was a late Thursday afternoon in May when my kids and I were getting ready to go see Reggie‘s Spring Jazz Concert at River East Collegiate. The concert didn’t have to start until 7:00 p.m., but as usual, the performers were asked to be there by 6:15 p.m. for warm-up and tuning procedures. I already pre-ordered the tickets but I also wanted to be there early so that I could get good seats.
Reggie left at around 6:00 p.m. and since I wasn’t quite ready yet, I told him to go on ahead and that his brothers and I would just follow later. The two younger boys and I left at around 6:30 p.m. It was just a ten-minute walk to school. We were already at the school yard when it occurred to me to check if I had the tickets in my purse. I knew it! They weren’t there. I changed bags the previous day and I must have forgotten to transfer the tickets in the purse that I used that day. I told the boys that we would go inside the school and I’d leave them there while I go back home to get the tickets. Ryan said that he’d go back instead because he could walk faster. I told him that he didn’t know where I’d put the tickets.
When we got inside the school, there were just a handful of parents lined up in front of the theatre doors which were still closed. At first I thought that I’d make the boys fall in line, but then I realized that they couldn’t go in anyway because they didn’t have tickets. Then I thought I’d ask Rachel, who I saw by the front doors, a favour. I went up to her and asked her where I could find Reggie. He’s upstairs warming up, she said. Now, I always get lost finding the rooms when I go on the second floor and since it was getting close to 7:00 p.m., I explained to her my situation. Could you please save us three seats once the doors open? I asked her. Sure, whereabouts do you want to sit? She asked. Somewhere in the centre, but not too close nor too far from the stage. I told the boys to give her their jackets and she would put them on the seats that she would save for us.
So I hurriedly went back home, half walking, half running. I couldn’t really run because I was wearing my two-inch platform sandals. This wasn’t the first time I had to leave the kids someplace and hurry back home because I forgot something. Sign of getting old or just too pre-occupied? I was still a block away from home and I was already panting and out of breath. When I got inside the house, I immediately look for the tickets in my other purse and yes they were there. I had to change my blouse for I worked up a sweat and I also changed into my runners so I could walk faster. I got back to school with still a couple of minutes before the concert started. And my boys were seated at the best seats in the house and an empty seat was reserved for me in the middle. Thanks to Rachel. She was an angel.
When the Intermediate Jazz Band started coming up the stage and I saw Rachel beside Reggie, that answered the burning question I had since a few months before. How did he get close to this girl two years his junior? Of course, they were sitting next to each other everyday in Jazz Band. Well, not that I have a problem with that. She’s a very nice girl. 🙂
This is one of the music they played that night. It’s called Pick Up The Pieces. Some of you may be familiar with this piece.
The phrase “pick up the pieces” means “to try to return to a satisfactory situation.” That’s what I’ve been trying to do now in my personal life and that’s why I thought I’d share this video clip with you.
Reggie plays the tenor saxophone here and also (a solo on) the flute.
I have been tagged by Major Tom to give a Free View of my Desktop.
Here are the instructions:
A. Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun.
You can do a screen capture by:
1. Going to your desktop and pressing the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key).
2. Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and do a Paste (CTRL + V).
3. If you wish, you can edit the image, before saving it.
For MAC users: Press [ Apple] [ Ctrl ] [ Shift ] and [ 3 ]
B. Post the picture in your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop just below it if you want. You can explain why you preferred such look or why is it full of icons. Things like that.
C. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktop as well.
This picture is one of the Rocky Mountains in Banff taken when we went on a road trip to Alberta over the summer. I change my desktop picture every so often. I sometimes have the kids’ picture there and sometimes one of my nature shots. I should have an Autumn picture there by now, but I still can’t get over the mountains of Alberta.
I prefer to have only a few icons on my desktop. I only have the essentials there which include my anti-virus programs, Lexmark printer, Epson scanner, Irvanview graphics editor, Homestead SiteBuilder (for my websites) and a few others.
This is a long overdue tag from Teacher Julie. Sorry, it took so long. She didn’t have any specific instructions but I guess the title says it. You are supposed to answer the following with only one word. Sometimes it’s hard to come up with just one word, but I tried.
• Where is your cellphone? Nowhere ( I don’t have one)
• Relationship? Mending
• Your hair? Straight
• Work? Changes ( My work-at-home stint is coming to an end)
• Your sister? Conservative
• Your favorite thing? TV
• Your dream last night? Hot!
• Your favorite drink? (Just plain old) Water
• Your dream car? Ferrari (This is my nine-year-old son’s answer. I don’t know much about cars.)
• The room you’re in? Sala (Living room)
• Your shoes? Runners (This is what I wear at this time of the year.)
• Your fears? Empty-nest
• What do you want to be in 10 years? Grandma (?)
• Who did you hang out with this weekend? Family
• What are you not good at?
Organizing Remembering (I have a short attention span. That’s why I have to write things down to remember them.)
• Muffin? Banana-nut
• One of your wish list items? “There is A Season: A Memoir in A Garden” by Patrick Lane (I’ve been wanting to have this book for a couple of years now. I finally ordered a copy last weekend.)
• Where did you grow up? Cavite (Philippines)
• Last thing you did? Laundry
• What are you wearing? My jammies
• What aren’t you wearing? It’s your guess (ha ha ha)
• Your pet? Fish (We once had three bubble eye fish.)
• Your computer? Sony-VAIO
• Your life? Busy
• Your mood? Good
• Missing? S – – (Take another wild guess.)
• What are you thinking about right now? S – – ( he he he)
• Your car? Malibu
• Your kitchen? Dirty (dishes in the sink)
• Your summer? Relaxing
• Your favorite color? Red
• Last time you laughed? Last night (while watching “The Office”)
• Last time you cried? Last week (While watching “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants”. America Ferrera made me cry.)
• School? I’m-glad-I’m-done-with-it (My other answer: Expensive – I have a son in university.)
• Love? Is like an ocean (Perhaps love is like an ocean. Full of conflict, full of pain. – John Denver)
Updated on October 20, 2007:
I misread the question – What are you NOT good at? I’m actually very good at organizing. 🙂