<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628</id><updated>2012-02-06T08:53:59.795-05:00</updated><category term='Salon'/><category term='Beagle puupies'/><category term='Blue Ridge Parkway'/><category term='horse'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='2008 Harley Davidson Road Glide'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='county'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='ski trip'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='Doberman'/><category term='game'/><category term='Digitel'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='cakes'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='job politics'/><category term='superbowl'/><category term='Adolph'/><category term='yardwork'/><category term='NC mountains'/><category term='Barney'/><category term='Oscar n Fred'/><category term='spring'/><category term='John Edwards'/><category term='Old fashion'/><category term='Panthers'/><category term='Adventures'/><category term='Highfalls'/><category term='community college'/><category term='Harley Davidson'/><category term='Shadow'/><category term='football'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Robbins NC'/><category term='driving'/><category term='you tube'/><category term='work'/><category term='Pinehurst'/><category term='Photo Hunt'/><category term='colby and colton'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Finally My Journey!</title><subtitle type='html'>A pinay's journey in the USA, land of free but nothing is free here in fact everything is expensive that's why I stopped converting.  Mabuhay ang mga Pinay!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-1243707806749541577</id><published>2009-01-25T01:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:06:36.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Shopping</title><content type='html'>This week has been a busy week for us. We've been car shopping relentlessly for four straight days. We searched the net, car dealership everywhere. One day this week , I think last Wednesday I was in a meeting when my husband suddenly showed up at work. He wanted me to see the car that he's test driving from the nearby car lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice I actually like it. It's a 2003 Buick Regal fully loaded, leather seat, with very nice mag wheels, came from one owner and with just over 60k of mileage. I'd still like to have a Buick for the reason that it's mid-size, very dependable and less expensive than cars like Toyota or Mazda. For a budget, we have set aside a $6k to $7k which will mean it will make a dent to our savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has been encouraging me to get a brand new car. Like my co-workers has been telling me that we can afford it since me and my husband both got a good dependable job and can afford the monthly payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for me I couldn't sleep at night knowing that I have a $20k car loan. For me it's impractical with the economy and all other things to consider I do not have the guts. I do not want to be burdened by monthly payments, don't get me wrong it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be sweet to have a brand new car without wiping out your savings. Actually we could still wait for a little while since we still have two very old trucks my husband's 1998 Nissan truck and my little red 1999 Toyota that can take us wherever we want to go. Not counting out my husband's 2008 Harley Davidson motorcycle sitting in the garage for now till winter is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-1243707806749541577?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/1243707806749541577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=1243707806749541577&amp;isPopup=true' title='79 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1243707806749541577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1243707806749541577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-shopping.html' title='Car Shopping'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>79</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-524240223813656611</id><published>2009-01-19T18:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:49:18.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv9VaT3EaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pSRAp5XP94Y/s1600-h/ski+trip+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295104331185852834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv9VaT3EaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pSRAp5XP94Y/s320/ski+trip+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv9FWGgIPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KBlkFN2cPuE/s1600-h/ski+trip+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295104055178174706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv9FWGgIPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KBlkFN2cPuE/s320/ski+trip+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv80UVudTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UgGFl3agH4o/s1600-h/ski+trip+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295103762647381298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv80UVudTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UgGFl3agH4o/s320/ski+trip+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv8k-GU6XI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Z61HE9liLZc/s1600-h/ski+trip+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295103498979174770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv8k-GU6XI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Z61HE9liLZc/s320/ski+trip+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our annual ski holiday last weekend at Snowshoe Ski Mountain in West Virginia. We all had a blast. We left thursday and ski all day friday and saturday so it was really worth all the time. We ski on -16F last friday it was so cold but I guess if you're prepared and properly dress you'll still enjoy it. Saturday the resort was slammed full. I ran over by a snowboarder twice but still we all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we checked out of the hotel early and head home. As we made our journey back home obviously it's a mountain so up and down the icy curb we went. Ten miles down the road on a downward hill my husband calmly said the break is not working while he tried to press the break. I saw him float through the road just controlling the steering wheel and we're only running approximately 10 miles an hr. and the car just accelerated. Being the experience driver that he is, he steered the car on the side of the road and we ended up in a ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both good, no scratch no nothing but our car was wrecked. The rescue squad came then we waited for the police officer for the accident report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a scary experience for me nonetheless we are both grateful that nothing bad happened. Oh let me tell ya, the people of West Viriginia are so nice everyone stopped and try to help us. We're so thankful for that one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-524240223813656611?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/524240223813656611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=524240223813656611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/524240223813656611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/524240223813656611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2009/01/freak-accident.html' title='Freak Accident'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SXv9VaT3EaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pSRAp5XP94Y/s72-c/ski+trip+2009+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7075279220430092725</id><published>2009-01-14T21:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:32:29.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Day Care</title><content type='html'>We are off to West Virginia for our annual family ski vacation. For two weeks we're debating between finding a day care for Barney or leave him with my husband's daughter while we are away on trip. Since we don't want to bother anyone, we tried to find a dog day care for four days that we are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal was the new pet shop where he had his "spa day" last week because we know the owners plus the fact that they are really good with dogs. Unfortunately, this week they cannot accommodate Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our last resort was to call Tabitha, she immediately said "yes" so problem solve. It's very difficult to be away with Barney, we did that when we went to San Francisco last Thanksgiving I was miserable because I miss him so bad. But we know that this things are bound to happen plus he's with a good family that treat him like they way we do and more he actually get to sleep with Tabitha and Toby's bed at night which made Dixie (their boston terrier pet) consumed with jealosy lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7075279220430092725?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7075279220430092725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7075279220430092725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7075279220430092725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7075279220430092725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2009/01/dog-day-care.html' title='Dog Day Care'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2623950463204586079</id><published>2009-01-13T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:14:06.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney'/><title type='text'>Chick Magnet</title><content type='html'>My hubby and Barney went to the office today to take me out to lunch. Before going to the resto I told me husband to stop by the bank. We made a bee line to the drive thru banking while Barney out of curiosity (as usual) peeped his head out to the open car window like he wanted to talk to the teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teller saw him, she asked alot of question about Bam-Bam like his breed, his age and made little cute human and dog conversation. Then suddenly, I saw her reaching for something underneath her desk. It was a dog treat like those milk shaped biscuits he got. How cool is that? A bank that take into consideration their clients dog huh! When she gave it to Barney he ate it with gusto boom it's gone before we even finish our transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney's becoming a chick magnet. Everywhere he goes, he always elicits a smile, a glare, a little commotion, a positive reaction, a conversation alot of times with girls. So I don't know what he and his Dada do while Mama is at work. They're always together especially if my husband is off from work. He goes where his Dada goes except his work, he's off limits there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Barney's rising popularity with women I find it increasingly dangerous for my husband to use his dog as bait  lol! Well I'm all about Barney getting all the buzz,  he's always been a happy puppy so it's a no brainer that he'll always be the center of attention but my husband thought it was also for him.   It's starting to inflate his ego hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2623950463204586079?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2623950463204586079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2623950463204586079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2623950463204586079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2623950463204586079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2009/01/chick-magnet.html' title='Chick Magnet'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-5979932032136173410</id><published>2009-01-10T16:16:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:59:42.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panthers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Another football night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWkR_PAtUTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X-rWoYJnGfU/s1600-h/Panthers+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779015382290738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWkR_PAtUTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X-rWoYJnGfU/s320/Panthers+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is Panthers night. In this side of the planet where I am, when Panthers have a game we set aside everythign else to watch our hometown guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is working so that makes Barney and me alone together watching football. My neighbors Tabitha, Toby and their boys are all ready for this event. My co-worker has also invited me to watch it with them but I'm not gonna drive 30 miles just to watch football it's just insane lol!. Another, Kevin won this weeks Permanent Seat License ticket our office got, which I was hoping to win. With 10 pre-season PSL tickets , Kevin our IT Mngr won a whopping 5 tickets while Linda got 3 and I got 2. For Post- regular season, can you believe that Kevin got the tickets for tonights game. That sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want that ticket so bad, here I am watching football with Barney while munching popcorn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My adrenalin is pumping it's 2nd Quarter and we're still stuck at 7 points. Barney's enjoying the game too. He's just sitting beside me all this time glued to the tv. I hope the Cardinals will not kick our hometown boys to the curb. Back to the game will post again later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a big disappointment tonight. After so many interceptions and turnovers the result was a big dismay. We got smoldered by the Cardinals. I heard our neighbors were all pouting like me. It's not a good sign come Monday morning at the office it will be an endless piece of conversation. I can't wait. Grrrrrrrrrr grrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-5979932032136173410?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/5979932032136173410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=5979932032136173410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5979932032136173410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5979932032136173410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-football-night.html' title='Another football night'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWkR_PAtUTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X-rWoYJnGfU/s72-c/Panthers+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-6550839939605268475</id><published>2009-01-08T21:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:00:55.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salon'/><title type='text'>Barney's First Salon Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWbMJkTs3FI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AOyweBx3-SU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289139277130423378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWbMJkTs3FI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AOyweBx3-SU/s320/Christmas+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWbL1Pa820I/AAAAAAAAAUc/QVYnJwsp2H4/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289138927926303554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWbL1Pa820I/AAAAAAAAAUc/QVYnJwsp2H4/s320/Christmas+2008+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my husband around 10:30 this morning to check on Barney. He said he dropped him off at the dog salon and will be back later to get him. Oh my goodness! my baby is at a "dog salon". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband said since the shop was busy Barney stayed there from 10:30am to 5:30pm. It was a long time so I wondered if our "little man" had wrecked havoc on the salon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to the gym I saw my husband's truck at the parking lot and by the time I got close to the door Barney jumped up the window wanting me to pick him up. He recognized his mama easily. I took him out, gosh was very pleased by what the salon did to his hair. For $30 charge Barney got a massage, shampoo, hair cut and toenail trimming plus a little fellowship with other dogs including little dog treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband said that the shop owner told him that Barney had a fit. When the electric razor first sounded that was the beginning, he didn't get his hair cut without a big fight. They spent about 30 mins just to trim his hair on his head. They've tried all the tricks in the books but it all failed. My husband said the ladies told him that Barney gave them "hell". They said he's the new "Marley".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I was a bit disappointed with Barney's behaviour at the salon, I should give credit to the ladies for a wonderful job and most especially for treating him like royalty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-6550839939605268475?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/6550839939605268475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=6550839939605268475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6550839939605268475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6550839939605268475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2009/01/barneys-first-hair-cut.html' title='Barney&apos;s First Salon Trip'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWbMJkTs3FI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AOyweBx3-SU/s72-c/Christmas+2008+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-6091125896712508550</id><published>2009-01-06T23:06:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:01:28.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>Barney and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWQwAe-Av9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/1KpS_zp2h5w/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288404647311097810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWQwAe-Av9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/1KpS_zp2h5w/s320/Christmas+2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After watching the movie Marley &amp;amp; Me last Saturday I couldn't stop thinking how we can record Barney's life as he shares it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney was born on Aug. 17, 2008. My husband visited this newly opened pet shop in town to check, actually jsut to nose around. He wanted to surprise me with a Shih Tzu for my birthday because for so long that's what I really wish for. He said there were two pups then, a Shih Tzu and a Daschund. Barney was in a cage and looked pitiful. When he asked the lady to let him out, he said Barney was all over him, jumping, rolling over and around making a show. It was love at first sight, he bought him and took him home. That was Nov. 18 when he was three mos old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola! We have a new young 'un (we're from the south folks!). He has begun to change our lives in so many beautiful ways . This is the beginning of Barney's chronicles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-6091125896712508550?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/6091125896712508550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=6091125896712508550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6091125896712508550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6091125896712508550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2009/01/barney-and-me.html' title='Barney and Me'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SWQwAe-Av9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/1KpS_zp2h5w/s72-c/Christmas+2008+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7483812572306901612</id><published>2008-11-26T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:25:59.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thanksgiving Message</title><content type='html'>I cannot count all the things I should be thankful for.   At this time and day where every people I know is saddled with problems be it economics or relationships let's stop; take a moment to give thanks for one simple reason we wake up in the morning to face another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share this bible verse with yawl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Corinthians 4:15&lt;br /&gt;All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thaksgiving to overflow tot he glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thanksgiving everyone!  We're off to San Francisco for the holidays.  Have to go we have a very very early flight tomorrow.  I'll be back to blog for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7483812572306901612?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7483812572306901612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7483812572306901612&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7483812572306901612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7483812572306901612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='My Thanksgiving Message'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7808713901643952513</id><published>2008-11-23T15:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:34:42.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know my new baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SSuOEfDetvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0LAnlpKc11g/s1600-h/Barney+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272463996474013426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SSuOEfDetvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0LAnlpKc11g/s320/Barney+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SSuNqnEJjiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F_Qz9-FM2vk/s1600-h/Barney+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272463551947705890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SSuNqnEJjiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F_Qz9-FM2vk/s320/Barney+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the longest time I have been asking my husband to get us a house dog. As always he said no you already have Oscar and Fred (my beagles). One day we stumbled upon this new pet shop in town and I told him I'm so ready to buy me a Shih Tzu. Again he said no way because it's a lot of responsibility, the doo-doo on the floor plus it gives the house that stinky smell, and the most important reason he said is a house dog will be a burden if we decide to go somewhere.  Lord knows how many times I tried to convince him to get me a puppy it's always a big NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day this week Nov. 18 to be exact when I got home my husband surprised me with a 3 mos old Shih Tzu. So after almost two years of dreaming for a puppy I finally got a new baby! He's all that I want and all that I need. So say hello to my newest bundle of joy Barney! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7808713901643952513?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7808713901643952513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7808713901643952513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7808713901643952513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7808713901643952513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-to-know-my-new-baby.html' title='Get to know my new baby!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SSuOEfDetvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0LAnlpKc11g/s72-c/Barney+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-1474671624727783000</id><published>2008-09-11T21:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:29:53.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Age Gap!</title><content type='html'>I went to a wedding last weekend.  It was one of our friends from my fil-am community.    You know how we are filipinos are, it's a friend of a friend, met him twice in a gathering next thing I knew I was invited to their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a doctor and she is a young lass from Mindanao.  She's in her early twenties and he's in his 60's.  It is really a big age gap.  I don't know, it is really hard for me to write about this because she is one of my own.  I mean she's a filipina too.   People talk behind their back about the relationship (for obvious reason) the girl is a young woman and the man is old enough to be his grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know people can be brutal.  I've known many filipinas with a much older guys and I can tell that it's a happy union, from most that I've seen and from couples that we knew.   I think at the beginning it will always be a shocked.  I initially felt uneasy at that wedding just by looking at the couple but I got over it.  This is what I've learned from all of this.  Yes filipinas look for foreign husband on the net to get out of the Philippines and get out of poverty.  I find comfort in the fact that one very poor, no education filipina who marries a foreigner, get out of the country and lift her family out of poverty to me that is justifiable but other times it's sinister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this wedding I felt securely comfortable,  I knew Lia and Dr. P's  love for each other put all the naysayers doubt to rest.  Congratulations to Mr &amp;amp; Mrs. P! (I'm heeding your request to not put your pictures on my blog.)  It was indeed a simple, lovely and enchanting evening.  Best Wishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-1474671624727783000?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/1474671624727783000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=1474671624727783000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1474671624727783000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1474671624727783000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/09/age-gap.html' title='Age Gap!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7502055967899587744</id><published>2008-09-10T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:47:16.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got another tickets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SMiGjxT4juI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gw6S3FTCFtA/s1600-h/Panthers+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244589715163221730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SMiGjxT4juI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gw6S3FTCFtA/s320/Panthers+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got another tickets for the Panthers game this weekend. I wanted to go but my hubby is working so that means if he's not going I will have to stay at home to watch the game. That sucks! Fact is I don't want to drive to Charlotte and get into all traffic jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go back to see the game but have decided to give our tickets to Joey (my hubby's nephews). He's a big Chicago Bears fan and he was thrilled to death when my hubby called him for the tickets (If I know he's got a date that his trying to impress huh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got season tickets at work that will be raffled off every Panthers game so I know I'l be back again to scream my lungs out for the Panthers.  See you soon Peppers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7502055967899587744?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7502055967899587744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7502055967899587744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7502055967899587744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7502055967899587744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-another-tickets.html' title='Got another tickets!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SMiGjxT4juI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gw6S3FTCFtA/s72-c/Panthers+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7042433152753988549</id><published>2008-08-25T19:33:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:12:33.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panthers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>I'm officially a Carolina Panthers Fan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsf54fZGxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wHzBk53z3d0/s1600-h/Panthers+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240817670652762898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsf54fZGxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wHzBk53z3d0/s320/Panthers+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsfjoiHu4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/-Ne3h27-Hxg/s1600-h/Panthers+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240817288412117890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsfjoiHu4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/-Ne3h27-Hxg/s320/Panthers+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsfU4AUAXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ii94BLkpb_Y/s1600-h/Panthers+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240817034867245426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsfU4AUAXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ii94BLkpb_Y/s320/Panthers+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsfEXUwhSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4Rz0UGfgCtw/s1600-h/Panthers+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240816751216723234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsfEXUwhSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4Rz0UGfgCtw/s320/Panthers+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLNMBnPWNYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rZTWnQQry-E/s1600-h/Panthers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238614382158951810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLNMBnPWNYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rZTWnQQry-E/s320/Panthers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won two tickets at work for the Carolina Panthers vs. the Washington Redskins pre-season game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a big fan of football but I know my husband's son-in-law is a big Panthers fan and so as his sons Colby and Colton. He was salivating for that ticket unfortunately I want to go for the experience and out of curiosity. Everyone at work talks about it, Toby, Colby and Colton are addicted so I want to go and have a first hand experience of how the game is being played at the stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last saturday we went to the game. My ever supportive husband took me to the game. Miles away from the arena was bumper to bumper traffic. We got to find a parking space a mile away from the stadium. Boy it was craaaaaaaaazy, as soon as we parked our car, the parking lot was packed with tailgaters. I found it fascinating from the tailgaters party, the cheering crowd (oh yes it's a hometown crowd the Redskins were totally outnumbered), the scalpers (I thought it was only in the Philippines), the fans who are all enthusiastic from kids to fathers, mothers, grandparents,  people from all walks of life. It was truly a good family form of entertainment. No wonder NFL is a multi-million dollar industry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking to our ticket seats (took us 30 mins walk) was exciting with all the cheering crowd, the crazy fans went wild everytime their team scores it was pandemonium.  I was so amazed me.  It got me hook. The moment I stepped into the big arena and blend in with the hometown "Panthers" crowd I knew it's gonna be the start for me. I am now officially a Panthers diehard. Oh we won by a big margin 43-7. I couldn't be so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7042433152753988549?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7042433152753988549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7042433152753988549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7042433152753988549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7042433152753988549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-officially-carolina-panthers-fan.html' title='I&apos;m officially a Carolina Panthers Fan!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLsf54fZGxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wHzBk53z3d0/s72-c/Panthers+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-5847214737823950130</id><published>2008-08-24T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:01:58.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLIf9WuueWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TEOYRlnLUKI/s1600-h/Panthers+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238284455519353186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLIf9WuueWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TEOYRlnLUKI/s320/Panthers+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLIftY8obiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z48S2aYWJqU/s1600-h/Panthers+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238284181236641314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLIftY8obiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z48S2aYWJqU/s320/Panthers+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only work half a day on friday so that means the rest of the day is going to be spend either shopping or going with my friends for coffee while we trade stories about our lives and our family back home. Since I carpool with my co-worker Linda and I was the driver this week I just told her to take me to starbucks where I will meet my friend Jeanette and she'll drive me back to her house to get my car at her house later that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Jeanette and I went with our day going around the shops we both decided to head back home. My friend suggested that we drive around using country road because we both love to sight see and just talk in the car privately in our native tounge. So we drove and drove around looking for beautiful houses and frontyard then she decided to check this "crate myrtle" nursery which is a good 10 mins drive out of our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally had our fun sightseeing and head back home. After about 15 mins of driving she noticed that it seems we were lost. We knew we're suppose to turn left to an intersection but we ran into a dead end. As we we're debating about which way we're suppose to have there's a car behind us so I told her to pulled the car to the side and continue our debate. Yes she pulled the car at the side of the road and we ended up in a ditch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of us got scared, we're at an unfamiliar road  with fewer cars on the road. Lo and behold an older guy in a mercedez pulled over and asked us if we need to call a tow truck crew. We couldn't think straight the next thing we knew there's a young guy (probably in his 20's) who also pulled over and helped us. It was so fast the younger guy has pulled up the front tire of the car and the other guy pushed the back tire back to the ground while my friend put her car in reverse and next thing I knew viola her car was able to get out of the ditch. We are grateful for these two good samaritans who has helped us. I believe that angels do exist and most times it's total stranger who just come and go in an instant after they've helped you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to snapped a photo of these two super heroes that we are so grateful for helping us.  It's truly a  wonderful experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-5847214737823950130?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/5847214737823950130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=5847214737823950130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5847214737823950130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5847214737823950130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/08/ditch.html' title='Ditch!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SLIf9WuueWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TEOYRlnLUKI/s72-c/Panthers+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7781763571609672590</id><published>2008-08-16T00:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:54:34.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure glad I found time to blog.  It's already 12:36 am I couldn't sleep what better way to keep someone up but to blog hop and eventually write something.  It's been a while since I last wrote something about me.  Been so busy with work, cook-outs, going out-of-town, riding our Harley, taking care of my babies (my husband, two beagles and a hound), doing my household chores, and the list goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I said before blogging takes my time from doing our Summer projects that's why I went on a self-impose "hiatus".  So what did I accomplish while I was hibernating hmmmm let me think.  I went to endless cook-outs that's why I gained 18 lbs.  I got me a "karaoke" magic sing and wear out that little machine like there's no tomorrow.  What a shame? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a slacker,  I wish I have more time to do this blog, blog, blog, blog, just blog.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7781763571609672590?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7781763571609672590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7781763571609672590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7781763571609672590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7781763571609672590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/08/slacker.html' title='Slacker!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2730568225454778235</id><published>2008-07-04T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:53:35.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share the email my boss sent me yesterday.   It goes like this, Don't forget to remember the sacrifices of the people who made this country the greatest nation on earth! Celebrate our freedon welcome to America Land of the brave, home of the free! touching isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have big plan today.  Last year we went to the lake to watch the fireworks but today we opted to stay home, have a bbq with my hubby's family and some of my filipina friends (my closest circle).  Happy 4th of July everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2730568225454778235?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2730568225454778235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2730568225454778235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2730568225454778235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2730568225454778235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7282277407945705035</id><published>2008-07-04T09:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:02:45.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Pacquiao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4tWM4giTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_7asuYqLTGg/s1600-h/Joe+Lanette+weeding+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219158877607594290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4tWM4giTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_7asuYqLTGg/s320/Joe+Lanette+weeding+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4tIMKm5VI/AAAAAAAAANw/cRIRz2TN6Vk/s1600-h/Joe+Lanette+weeding+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219158636896904530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4tIMKm5VI/AAAAAAAAANw/cRIRz2TN6Vk/s320/Joe+Lanette+weeding+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4syDKirYI/AAAAAAAAANo/n8Bemgta2Ww/s1600-h/1_128308841l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219158256523586946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4syDKirYI/AAAAAAAAANo/n8Bemgta2Ww/s320/1_128308841l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4sqp-z9mI/AAAAAAAAANg/s239wfVCWLQ/s1600-h/1_976999125l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219158129504417378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4sqp-z9mI/AAAAAAAAANg/s239wfVCWLQ/s320/1_976999125l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4sesl-XaI/AAAAAAAAANY/AxtrUT6-8k4/s1600-h/1_661288067l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219157924047117730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4sesl-XaI/AAAAAAAAANY/AxtrUT6-8k4/s320/1_661288067l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, we got invited to a filipino couple in Southern Pines cook-out. It was Hermie and Tony Reyes' cook-out so without hesitation off we go. This summer for two straight weeks we are out with our friends house for a cook-out. It's always alot of fun meeting friends for fellowship and food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This night is alot different, more than the food and drinks it's Pacquiao night. My husband loves contact sports like UFC, Mixed Martial Arts or MMA and boxing though his family are all football fanatics. So tonight is extra special as we're are with our filipino community and as always you'll expect it to be a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are not disappointed the food was terrific and it's all authentic filipino food you bet! Hermie's mom from Chicago who is "kapampangan" no doubt the food are all sinfully good. We all kept coming back to the table for more. I can't believe my husband ate every filipino food that was served from "kalderetang kambing, dinuguan to papaitan he got no shame. He enjoyed every bit of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So by the time the fight is on, everyone's full and Hermie's basement was filled with Pacquiao fans. We enjoyed the fight, got home at 1:00 am and crushed and burn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7282277407945705035?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7282277407945705035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7282277407945705035&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7282277407945705035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7282277407945705035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/07/team-pacquiao.html' title='Team Pacquiao'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SG4tWM4giTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_7asuYqLTGg/s72-c/Joe+Lanette+weeding+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7883988574217381833</id><published>2008-06-23T00:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:46:26.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car pool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SF8pGdFV6lI/AAAAAAAAANI/j2W1snu4U_0/s1600-h/Joe+Lanette+weeding+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214932084381313618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SF8pGdFV6lI/AAAAAAAAANI/j2W1snu4U_0/s320/Joe+Lanette+weeding+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SF8nXHtRm9I/AAAAAAAAANA/v9_r4u3y9EY/s1600-h/Joe+Lanette+weeding+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214930171677744082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SF8nXHtRm9I/AAAAAAAAANA/v9_r4u3y9EY/s320/Joe+Lanette+weeding+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SF8nGIOleTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Wrf1bFzclCo/s1600-h/Joe+Lanette+weeding+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214929879759681842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SF8nGIOleTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Wrf1bFzclCo/s320/Joe+Lanette+weeding+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been two months since my co-worker Linda and I decided to carpool. With the soaring gas prices our carpooling system has really helped both of us saved on gas. I lived 5 miles from where Linda lives and we commute about 18 miles to work everyday. So when she came home from her vacation to Italy last April we decided to go green. Honestly it has saved me over $100/month which is a big sum considering the fact that I used to gas up every week, my full tank used to cost me $40/week but now it's $50, so the carpool was really a big help not only with money, gas and also mileage (wear and tear).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our set-up is like this, we drive alternately each week. This week has been her driving week and she just got an old convertible little "miata" which brought us to work everyday in style driving topdown. Armed with a sunglasses, headband, scarp, and Linda's cd collection it makes our driving fun and enjoyable going through traffic. The weather's has been so cooperative it's a little cooler compare to the super hot weather we had the previous weeks. So folks here's my ride to work for the week and tomorrow my big reliable buddy buick will be our company as we travel and conquer the road this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7883988574217381833?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7883988574217381833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7883988574217381833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7883988574217381833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7883988574217381833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/06/car-pool.html' title='Car pool!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/SF8pGdFV6lI/AAAAAAAAANI/j2W1snu4U_0/s72-c/Joe+Lanette+weeding+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2540328630887011714</id><published>2008-06-14T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:57:12.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for Good</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged. I missed it, so many friends and relatives who read my blog wonder what happened to me. I mean blogging is one of the ways to reach out to my relatives and friends back home. They all worry about me too (I feel so love, isn't it?). I've squared away so many things that gets in my blogging so I'm definitely back for good. I'l write more soon, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget thank you to all of you who have visited me despite my silence ( I sometimes lurk in the deepest corner and watch those who come to see me). Again, my sincerest thank you and apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2540328630887011714?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2540328630887011714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2540328630887011714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2540328630887011714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2540328630887011714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-for-good.html' title='Back for Good'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-8850357528584797563</id><published>2008-04-20T21:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:50:56.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yardwork'/><title type='text'>Apologies!</title><content type='html'>I've really been so busy these days I hope all of you my blogging friends forgive me for not writing much lately. There's just so many things we're stucked to at the moment that finding time to blog is like we need more than 24 hrs a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too preoccupied with so many things like our spring project this year doing my yardwork and next in line would be our indoor project which is putting down hardwood floors. It's one big job that we don't know how long it will take me and my husband to finish. Definitely we don't have the budget to hire someone to do the job for us it's just our sweat equity that's needed. That means our time is so tight given the timetable do it before the cold weather kicks in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said so I apologize to all of you for not visiting your sites often or adding some of you who have already added me.  Please bear with me and if I find time between work, out-of-town trips, home improvement projects I'll return the favor.  Thank yawl (southern twang) for understanding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-8850357528584797563?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/8850357528584797563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=8850357528584797563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/8850357528584797563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/8850357528584797563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/04/apologies.html' title='Apologies!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-3181502019138324316</id><published>2008-04-08T21:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:54:58.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 Harley Davidson Road Glide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R_16wZB9XMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uQ8mljAb5QQ/s1600-h/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187437317572091074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R_16wZB9XMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uQ8mljAb5QQ/s320/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R_15-JB9XLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S9KlHMhvmFg/s1600-h/lynnbike01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187436454283664562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R_15-JB9XLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S9KlHMhvmFg/s320/lynnbike01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this time of the year. When the season started it was a big relief from the lonely winter months. Time to keep the jackets, fleece, longsleeves in the cabinets and take out the tees and shorts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is the time for homemade ice cream, (Two scoops in Carthage and Ben's in Hway 211 are the best), milkshakes, outside barbeque. This is also the time where you'll see people outside doing yardwork after months of hibernating inside the house. All the beautiful flowers blooming in different colors. I love to watch countless people walking in the park or kids playing ball. And best of all I love the smell of frechly mowed grass in the springtime. One more thing who can beat the sight of the top down cars on the road or the loud sound of motorcyle of course we love it being HO (Harley Owners).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first weekend of spring my husband crank up our Harley Davidson baby and rode around for some ice cream. Now he is in the Florida keys basking in the sun on his Harley for some spring ride and a little R&amp;amp;R. Can't be with him because I haven't earned my vacation yet anyway I'l be in Myrtle Beach for the Annual Spring Bike Rally in May. I let my husband enjoy his first spring ride you all know his passion is big bikes so I gave him a little liberty lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so welcome spring! Goodbye lonely winter days see yah again but not too soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-3181502019138324316?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/3181502019138324316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=3181502019138324316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3181502019138324316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3181502019138324316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R_16wZB9XMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uQ8mljAb5QQ/s72-c/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-3516027584790624010</id><published>2008-04-05T12:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:26:34.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Year Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Today is our 1st yr wedding anniversary. Been here over a yr, things are getting better each day. The first six months was a big adjustment between doing our paperwork for AOS, waiting for my greencard, SSS, blending in with my husband's family, learning how to drive and finding work.I tell you it ain't easy we both learn new things about each other everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember we only had one big spat in this one yr that was when he didn't bring to me my interview in the city an hr away fr our place and I slept on the other bedroom because I was so pissed at him lol! And aside from our little "sparring" when he was teaching me to drive it paid off so it was all part of the learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm beginning to enjoy the good life America offers to each immigrant. I have now a good job. Life has been so good. We're still not rich but at least we are very much happy, content, most of all we're very much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-3516027584790624010?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/3516027584790624010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=3516027584790624010&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3516027584790624010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3516027584790624010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-year-anniversary.html' title='1st Year Anniversary!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-411189371891236031</id><published>2008-03-25T18:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:26:41.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R-mBi3LWRrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4T8qUE4Kjbk/s1600-h/Blogs+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181815282193548978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R-mBi3LWRrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4T8qUE4Kjbk/s320/Blogs+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R-mBG3LWRqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/L-nmeIz7DKU/s1600-h/Blogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181814801157211810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R-mBG3LWRqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/L-nmeIz7DKU/s320/Blogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks after my "little" car accident (kashongahan) at work I finally got the courage to go back to the place and check the damaged. After the incident I stopped parking at my original spot and took refuge at the front parking lot next to where our company President's car sits. For fear that one day I might hit some very expensive car I decided to move back to my designated spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hush everyone! To this day, I'm not sure if the security camera at the building captured that moment lol! No one has said something to me about it (I owe up to it lol) so I assume I'm clear for misbehaving or it will just resurface one day and starts hunting me down lol! So folks here it is be my judge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-411189371891236031?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/411189371891236031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=411189371891236031&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/411189371891236031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/411189371891236031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/03/damaged.html' title='Damaged!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R-mBi3LWRrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4T8qUE4Kjbk/s72-c/Blogs+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7339942378454197673</id><published>2008-03-10T20:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:31:42.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Moment!</title><content type='html'>I had two disasters today. Yes two in a row. First, as I was all alone in the parking lot I suddenly changed my mind and decided to move my car to the other side so I wouldn't have to back out when I leave. Well guess what? as I was reversing the car I think I put the stick on drive instead of reverse that's why I hit a tree and knocked out part of the office brick wall wheewwwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened soo fast, next thing I knew bammmmm there were fallen limbs on top of my front fender and I sled close to the wall. Good thing it wasn't a major impact or else I would probably end up wiht the car inside the building like those you see on tv. That would be a total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again for the second time this morning I messed up the security alarm in the office and it sounded for a long time that sent everyone in investigative mode. I called the police dept and told them that I wasn't able to turn off our alarm system still that darn police officer that I've talked to dispatched a set of police officers. Well it was probably SOP for them to go and check us.  As always, the cops were all nice and said they just wanted to make sure we're all ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't know I got part of the wall knowcked down until later today. Lori said I wonder who hit the brick wall this morning and I said Lori I know I hit the tree and she said "Glenda no you didn't?" I said "yes I did" and Linda said it's ok you probably had you're blonde moment like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said I am now officially a "blonde", my husband would probably agree 100%. What a day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7339942378454197673?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7339942378454197673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7339942378454197673&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7339942378454197673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7339942378454197673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/03/blonde-moment.html' title='Blonde Moment!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-4803201262708020307</id><published>2008-03-07T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:31:24.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This time it's Security Warning!</title><content type='html'>I got to work early this morning. I am always trying to beat Linda who's always early all the days that I've been working at the office. She's one of the nicest ladies at work she, Lori and I had really bonded alot. We enjoy working together, lunch out together, or take a 15 mins walk before we take our lunch break, we all come to work early for coffee and a little chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember goofy Linda said yasterday that she's gonna be late today for a Dr's appointment. Since I'm a little early this morning and I had the parking lot all to myself I decided to drink my coffee in the car before heading upstairs. It was raining and it felt good that I'm gonna be alone for awhile before my co-workers would start coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my own set of keys my boss gave me before she went on her two weeks vacation which started today.  I opened the main door and head straight to my cubicle after 3 mins I heard a siren which is not unsually because our building is situated in front of the big hospital in Pinehurst. Next thing I knew Robbie another co-worker was talking with someone at the lounge area. As I was going to see what's going suddenly there stood a tall cop in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make the long story short when I switched on my key I was supposed to deactivate our security code which I didn't do because no one told me so. Apparently once the door opened and the the security code is not punch in it automatically alerts the police dept and a mobile will be dispatched to investigate. It's so funny Robbie was telling the cops I was the culprit. I told the them I didn't know the code and no one told me  about security alert when I got the key. They all laughed, they taught me how to deactivate the alarm once you opened the door. Hmmm I love it! I learn something new everyday even if it involves cops. I even offered them coffee before they left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-4803201262708020307?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/4803201262708020307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=4803201262708020307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4803201262708020307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4803201262708020307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-time-its-security-warning.html' title='This time it&apos;s Security Warning!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-1994985448042543160</id><published>2008-03-05T19:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:36:12.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Warning!</title><content type='html'>I heard the news that it's gonna be a wet day yesterday. Off I went to work. By 4pm I peeped through my office window and I noticed that it was raining hard. So by 5pm, as I got out of the parking lot drove down the main road I noticed that conspicuously there were fewer cars on the road considering it was past 5pm. It was weird. I was listening to my cd when I decided to turn my radio on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried changing channel suddenly when I heard the beep sound on my radio and someone said "tornado alert" and the next thing I heard were the words "if you're driving take cover" at the lowest floor of the building, stay out of the road until the weather gets calmer or words to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I panicked because it finally hits me. That's the reason there were fewer cars out on the road. The heavy rain's taking it's toll on me. I was scared, I was half-way home, I needed my husband. I passed by the Harley shop where I was thinking I could stop until the weather gets better. I couldn't go back because it's going to be hard for me though cars are fewer I was thinking at the rate how the rain and the wind is going there's no way I could turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees were shaking, my mind was racing with so many thoughts and I was telling myself to stay calm and drive it through. I sure glad I did because in a matter of 5 mins the weather suddenly changed. Close to home it was just drizzling. I drove to town and parked on the side of the road and called my husband he too was worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that tornado warning was real but I guess I panicked first before knowing that it was on another county an hr away from us. Still the heavy downpour continued through the night and this morning the weather was so nice. The only reminder of the bad storm was the fallen trees and leaves that've scattered all over the road. The sun was out and shining, calm after the storm. Like my co-workers have always reminded me NC weather is so unpredictable that eventually I will get used to it with tornado or no tornado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-1994985448042543160?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/1994985448042543160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=1994985448042543160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1994985448042543160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1994985448042543160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/03/tornado-warning.html' title='Tornado Warning!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7856947987865319201</id><published>2008-03-02T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:00:48.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Win Cash In July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://luceljuliana.com/"&gt;Juliana&lt;/a&gt; just launched a contest for all of us her blog friends and visitors.  People she's giving away plenty of money.  So just you'll all know I have copied her prize money and the contest rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my way of thanking my readers, my blogger friends and my constant visitors, I’ll be giving away cash prizes to contest participants with the highest accumulated points across all my three blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st place - $100.00&lt;br /&gt;2nd place - $ 55.00&lt;br /&gt;3rd place - $ 40.00&lt;br /&gt;4th place - $ 30.00&lt;br /&gt;5th place - $ 25.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest starts today, as soon as this post is published and ends on July 19, 2008. Contest winners will be announced on July 23, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how to earn points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Comment on my blog posts.- Every comment is equivalent to 1 point. You can only leave a maximum of two(2) comments per post and the comments should be relevant to the post.- Comments on my posts starting from entries written starting February 24 ,2008 counts. Only comments written starting today, March 2, 2008 are valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy and paste then publish this entry about the contest on your blog.- You earn 30 points.- Please inform me of the link so I can validate and add the points you earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mention this contest on your blog by linking to this post.- You earn 20 points.- Again, please leave me a comment notifying me about this so I can credit your points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To add an element of fun, since many of my readers have been asking about how old me and hubby are, let’s play a guessing game.- If you join the fun, and make a guess you’ll earn 10 points.- The right guess/guesses will earn 30 points (if both ages are correct)Only one right guess will earn 15 points.- Again, leave me a comment so I can credit your points.(Hint: the pictures you see on my three blogs are all current except the wedding pictures, which were taken when we celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary three years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;The running accumulated points across the three blogs, will be posted on the side bars of the three blogs to keep you updated on your points earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should there be a tie in any of the prizes at stake, a drawing will be held to determine the winner of that prize, and the person/s not drawn will win the next prize.&lt;br /&gt;Prizes will be remitted to the Paypal accounts of the winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy enough, right? I hope you’ll all join the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spread the news and let's all have some fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7856947987865319201?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7856947987865319201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7856947987865319201&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7856947987865319201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7856947987865319201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/03/win-cash-in-july.html' title='Win Cash In July'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-3715684442143184772</id><published>2008-02-24T08:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:16:11.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Social Climbing!</title><content type='html'>I hope I used and learned the basic social climbing skills from &lt;a href="http://www.reynaelena.com/"&gt;Reyna Elena&lt;/a&gt;. Yesterday we went to visit my husband's friend who's a doctor and lives in Greensboro, NC. Since it's an hour drive we left early so we could hit the mall and do some shopping. Got to the mall and it was packed. We checked some items and my husband said we could go back the next days so that we'll have plenty of time. It was like in and out in 30 mins lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we got to the doctor's house I was really amazed not by the size of his house (which is palatial to me) but with 3 lexus cars parked in their garage. We'll he's a doctor and he could afford to drive in style. He and my husband works together and have been friends a long time. He calls my husband Capt. America or skipper which I find a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;When we got inside the house and got settled in I was introduced to his kids and his wife. They're all so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was we are all going out to see a movie and then have dinner after. So before we left the house Doc called a restaurant and made reservation for a party of four at 8pm. We used the Doc's car which is the a brand new fully loaded Lexus. My husband asked him how much it costs, he said about $75 grand. Wheewwww it was a cool car with all the amenities like camera for backing, seat heater (it was chilly that night), navigation, blinds etc etc. I'm kinda impressed but I know I can't own a brand new fully loaded Lexus in this lifetime because I couldn't afford it or even if I win the lottery I'm not into fancy cars I'd rather have old restored cars that is if I win the lottery and that will not happen because I don't buy ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also worth mentioning that the Doc despite his status and his money dressed in "bobo" outfit as what he and my husband call it. He got on a cheap jeans, faded shirt and his shoes was he said he bought at Walmart for $10 and borrowed a pair of colored sack from his son. I love it, it's so cool some people who don't even have the money dressed and act like they're royalty when in fact loaded with credit card debt. Hurray Doc for being just like who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then head to the movie house. Since I didn't like the movie it was forgettable I can't even remember it's title something to do with "Bartlett" whatever! Anyway, we only watched the movie to pass time since our reservation at the resto is at 8pm. We got out of the theather past 7 pm so Sasia called the restaurant and asked if we could be there earlier than 8pm and they said yes. We got to this restaurant (I don't know where) the only thing I knew was it was at Merry &amp;amp; Lynch building so I knew it must be high-end especially when I saw a a limo in front of it and a couple and their kids hopped in and then it sped-off. Could be all the bankers and investors make their dealings at this resto I bet. Hmmm I have a hunch this is going to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were ushered in to the bar because we are too early for the reservation. At the bar they offered us all this drinks from expensive belgian beer to the wine. My husband tried the belgian beer and Doc and Sasia had coke while I had water. We stayed in the bar for about 30 minutes before we were called and lead to our table. It was cozy, the waiters are all in tux and we I checked the menu the cheapest entree was $38 I almost fainted but since the Dr will be  paying I had steak fillet and shrimp. It was insanely delicious. From the appetizer to the main course whoohoo. The night was even capped by a nice company. Capt America and Doc had their usual funny chitchat while Sasia and I talked about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the nice meal we all head to their house. We stayed a little bit watched the movie Rush Hour which I enjoyed more than what we saw earlier. Well the night got too late Skipper and I decided to headback home in the company of our dogs and horses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-3715684442143184772?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/3715684442143184772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=3715684442143184772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3715684442143184772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3715684442143184772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-of-social-climbing.html' title='A Night of Social Climbing!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-6464509894572428527</id><published>2008-02-17T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:02:57.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The week that was!</title><content type='html'>I missed blogging. Dividing my day between work, going to the gym, then my household and wifey duties there is no time left for my bloggging it's just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started working my day usually starts at 5:45 am then I would leave the house around 6:45 so I'l be at work before 7:30. My work schedule is 7:30-5:00 M-T with 30 mins lunch break and if you decide to take an hour break all you have to do is extend in the evening. Fri we only work half day. We have the state Auditors last week so I've to work overtime in the evening. When I finally got 40 hrs thursday my boss told me that I can go back to work on monday. Cool isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' my work, my co-workers in (Accounting) are all so nice to think that I am the only one that doesn't have blue, hazel or green eyes. I swear, sometimes I hope I can take a picture of our eyes and you'll easily recognize me. Oh I'm also the shortest and the sexiest (eventhough my weight bothers me alot). I gained 10 lbs that statrted last Thanksgiving and spiralled to  Christmas. Now I find it so hard to shed the unwanted pounds though I've started doing pilates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder why most of my co-workers eat small portions only like they're all in slimfast or weight watchers while I always have rice and eggroll for lunch (it's really the pinay in me). I'l die without eating my rice in a week. I will not trade a fish for a burger or a home cooked filipino food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one time this week too I almost hit a deer while driving one early morning. It was still dark and it was freezing outside I just left the house and within 2-3 mins of my driving a doe just hopped in front of me, I jerked the car almost hit her by the hair. I was petrified good thing I have the road all to myself and I was driving between 30 mph only since I have not been out of the main road. I also want to share the good news I learned how to gas up on my own. Did it once while my husband is at the other end of the phone coaching me step by step viola I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day, I got flowers from my husband we did go out but not on our fave resto which is an hr drive.  He came from a meeting and I got home quite late too because of the valentine traffic it was horrible sitting in the traffic jam for a good 20 mins. I didn't know that Americans are big on Valentine's celebrations specially couples almost all of us women at the office got flowers from our partners. It was so cool and everyone was giving flowers and chocolates and candies. Wasn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks that's how my week was? Hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Good thing tomorrow is a holiday I hope I can blog because I have to do my laundry and clean the house first. Well if only I got paid well blogging I'll probably stay home nahhh staying home is not really for me I love dressing up, working my little brain out, and the most important thing earn money and start earning my retirement. See you all again! Have to go folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-6464509894572428527?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/6464509894572428527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=6464509894572428527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6464509894572428527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6464509894572428527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-that-was.html' title='The week that was!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-513038688204870375</id><published>2008-02-15T21:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:27:57.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R7ZVFEzyTKI/AAAAAAAAALw/vPHN_7nyp18/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167411168132877474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R7ZVFEzyTKI/AAAAAAAAALw/vPHN_7nyp18/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got another award from &lt;a href="http://bestofavee.com/"&gt;Avee&lt;/a&gt; this week. It took me awhile to claim the award but still I want to thank her and to let her know that it was an honor to be chosen as her blog of the month awardee. So what I'l do next is to share this to some bloggers like &lt;a href="http://itsohsoreallife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soreal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cubicledplayground.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mycubicle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.reynaelena.com/"&gt;Reyna Elena&lt;/a&gt; (visit her site, it's cool, funny n funkie), &lt;a href="http://lordmanilastone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lordmanilastone&lt;/a&gt; (he stopped blogging wonder where he is), &lt;a href="http://julianaslair.com/"&gt;Juliana in NY&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mlizcochico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://prettylifeonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prettylife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mheldz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mheldz,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mybabychanelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chelle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ivan-ulrich.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ivangirl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this award picture just because of the dog.  It reminded me of my beloved beagle dogs Oscar and Fred.  Oh well I'm a proud dog mama so bear with me.  Beagle rules!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-513038688204870375?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/513038688204870375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=513038688204870375&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/513038688204870375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/513038688204870375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-another-award-from-avee-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R7ZVFEzyTKI/AAAAAAAAALw/vPHN_7nyp18/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-8231835155218047010</id><published>2008-02-10T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:29:06.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Hunt Heavy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R66LmEzyTGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kj8FBksWj7A/s1600-h/Flatwood+Festival+Car+Show+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R66LmEzyTGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kj8FBksWj7A/s320/Flatwood+Festival+Car+Show+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165219308882775138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com" target="blank" rel="tag"&gt;PhotoHunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this week's theme heavy I can only think of the king of all tractor John Deere.  I've seen this big and heavy bulk tractor from the farmer's parade we been to last summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-8231835155218047010?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/8231835155218047010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=8231835155218047010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/8231835155218047010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/8231835155218047010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-hunt-heavy.html' title='Photo Hunt Heavy'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R66LmEzyTGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Kj8FBksWj7A/s72-c/Flatwood+Festival+Car+Show+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-8496473126608813564</id><published>2008-02-03T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:30:54.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby and colton'/><title type='text'>What's with American Addiction to Superbowl?</title><content type='html'>Eversince I got in the US last year I still cannot fathom the American's addiction to football.  Yesterday, I went to the grocery to buy something and when I got to the cake section I've seen cakes and cookies shaped like football balls.  I was amazed and I've seen some young girls actually checking out what they should buy and who's they're rooting for.   I was really astounded by this football phenomenon every american television I bet would be glued to their tv for the big night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband explained that it's like an American tradition almost like a superbowl holiday.  I know that his son-in-law Toby is a big football fan. I remember he tailgated last summer with the Panthers in Atlanta painted his head with the logo. Tabitha said he even rubbed it on his kids.  Colby and Colton are starting to get into football too. So no wonder his house is the place to be in tonight.  They're throwing a superbowl party where all his firefighter friends would gather, drink beer, eat chicken wings and enjoy the ballgame.  Stephanie and his girl friends were all gathered for their own superbowl party too.  My husband and I decided to just stay at home to watch it.  I also know that by tomorrow at work everyone will be talking about it too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is a big football game, yesterday we worked overtime and she told me that we can't stay until 4pm because she will have to go the supermarket to buy their food for tonight's superbowl.  Who else is not into superbowl? I'm sure the bars will be packed too.  My husband even told me that the inmates cellblocks will be buzzing with superbowl activity.  Oh and who can forget the time when Pres. Bush got choked by a pretzel while watching superbowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superbowl superbowl what's your magic that I also got hooked watching it.  Oh by the way we rooted for the Giants.  I think I'm in love with Eli Manning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-8496473126608813564?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/8496473126608813564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=8496473126608813564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/8496473126608813564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/8496473126608813564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-with-americans-addiction-to.html' title='What&apos;s with American Addiction to Superbowl?'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-4450870625038587913</id><published>2008-02-02T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:01:08.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Hunt Narrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R6aNwUBZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6WZPTg0C-fg/s1600-h/Bennet+Car+Show+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R6aNwUBZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6WZPTg0C-fg/s400/Bennet+Car+Show+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162969883974696210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com" target="blank" rel="tag"&gt;PhotoHunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this week's Photo Hunt entry for the theme Narrow again I'm posting a picture of another car.  This is a narrow 1923 custom Roadster car. Ain't it cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-4450870625038587913?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/4450870625038587913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=4450870625038587913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4450870625038587913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4450870625038587913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-hunt-narrow.html' title='Photo Hunt Narrow'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R6aNwUBZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6WZPTg0C-fg/s72-c/Bennet+Car+Show+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2767767686520823001</id><published>2008-02-01T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T06:54:43.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old fashion'/><title type='text'>Photo Hunt Old Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com" target="blank" rel="tag"&gt;PhotoHunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R6OFB0BZ_PI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_t74Eje59ho/s1600-h/Bennet+Car+Show+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R6OFB0BZ_PI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_t74Eje59ho/s200/Bennet+Car+Show+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162115864087624946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been posted last week but I was so behind about things but still I want to join the photo hunt theme for last week and that is the old fashion.  For that I have this photo of old cars that I took when we went to a car show last summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R6OEiEBZ_OI/AAAAAAAAAKk/11btrRQHMys/s1600-h/Flatwood+Festival+Car+Show+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R6OEiEBZ_OI/AAAAAAAAAKk/11btrRQHMys/s200/Flatwood+Festival+Car+Show+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162115318626778338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2767767686520823001?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2767767686520823001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2767767686520823001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2767767686520823001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2767767686520823001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-hunt-old-fashion.html' title='Photo Hunt Old Fashion'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R6OFB0BZ_PI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_t74Eje59ho/s72-c/Bennet+Car+Show+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-6614257163849129520</id><published>2008-01-26T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:54:20.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another driving experience!</title><content type='html'>I'm a working girl again.  I started my new job two mondays ago. What a way to start, it was snowing although we only got an inch, it's super cold.  It was really a big relief for me that my husband came home early to crank up my car, heat it up and see me off.  I was thinking he was like a parent sending his kid to her first day of school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a big factor that he came home early on my first week of work to guide me through the uncooperative weather.  I've experienced it all snow, rain, strong winds.  The fact that I'm not an experience driver worries my husband so much.  We've butted heads many times about my driving skills because he knows that I need to learn not just the basics but most importantly about safety.  I'm really weak on backing up that's the main reason I failed my driving test the first time but up to now it's always been a problem for me.  I would usually leave home early so that I'll have a leisurely drive at my backroad and get through the highway before the traffic gets heavy.  At work I chose my parking spot far enough not to get too close to any other car.  Also I stay some 15 mins more at work so that I'l have time to clear the parking lot by that time it's usually just my boss car and mine.  Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the usual problem of first time drivers running of gas has always been on my mind. One time last week I forgot to tell my husband that my gas tank is almost empty I only realized it when I got to work the next day and he's working that night.  Since our schedules don't allow us to see each other I was afraid that I may run out of gas and get into big trouble out in the road all by myself.  So that night after I got off from work I drove by the Harley Davidson shop and asked our friend Joe to help me gas up.  Without hesitation, Joe followed me to the gas station and filled-up my gas tank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me a gas station is unfamiliar territory I wish it's like back home where you just drive to a gas station a gasoline boy will fill it up for you and even clean your windshiled no wonder the gas companies raking all the money.  But on the second thought over here I have to be independent which is not always a good thing moments like this I wish that my husband it with me. Anyway, last sunday my husband for the nth time taught me the step by step process on gassing up on my own. Obviously it's not rocket science but the question is when I can do it on my own (probably by next month my timeline I gave myself) in the meantime I will be bothering some people to help me get through this phase lol!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been my second week of working I could tell that I'm gaining my driving experience day by day. Everyday you get to go through different situation that test your innate ability to survive the paved jungle of the urban road.  I've learned the patience of keeping up with my speed limit even if others gets too close to my rear trying to get me to speed up but sorry folks it's not my cup of tea I maintain my allowed speed limit all the time. So on my morning drive, a school bus ahead of me is my best friend.  Many drivers hate it and zigzag to pass through which is a big no no but I know it doesn't make me an idiot for following the rule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear though I don't like to drive I have no other choice so I might as well drive cautiously and safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-6614257163849129520?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/6614257163849129520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=6614257163849129520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6614257163849129520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6614257163849129520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/working-girl.html' title='Another driving experience!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2369076702412939665</id><published>2008-01-19T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:13:06.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski trip'/><title type='text'>Back from the ski trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KS3LEcPfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SoFx47_Q6EY/s1600-h/Ski+trip+08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KS3LEcPfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SoFx47_Q6EY/s200/Ski+trip+08+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157345999854517746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KSerEcPeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vyozWQmna2o/s1600-h/Ski+trip+08+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KSerEcPeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vyozWQmna2o/s200/Ski+trip+08+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157345578947722722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KRxrEcPdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZNzapIKyo1Y/s1600-h/Ski+trip+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KRxrEcPdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZNzapIKyo1Y/s200/Ski+trip+08+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157344805853609426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KDsbEcPcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vhJ-JjjlZsE/s1600-h/Ski+trip+08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KDsbEcPcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vhJ-JjjlZsE/s200/Ski+trip+08+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157329322496507330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KC6LEcPbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eiQYjw-GYoQ/s1600-h/Ski+trip+08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KC6LEcPbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eiQYjw-GYoQ/s200/Ski+trip+08+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157328459208080818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KCRLEcPaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8NTlRBchTKQ/s1600-h/Ski+trip+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KCRLEcPaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8NTlRBchTKQ/s200/Ski+trip+08+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157327754833444258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KBhLEcPZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cvuGFGmHF3U/s1600-h/Ski+trip+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KBhLEcPZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cvuGFGmHF3U/s200/Ski+trip+08+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157326930199723410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ski trip is over.  Again, I had a blasttttttttt! My husband and his son are ski afficionados.  They always look forward to winter just so they could ski.  For two weeks this father n son tandem has been so excited about this trip that they burned the line talking about getting reservation, checking the weather, and what to wear lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started skiing tuesday morning around 9am.  Stopped at Ski Barn rented our ski and ski boots (except for my husband and Kelly).  They both got their own paraphernalia with them being long time skiers.  We begun at the Silver Creek resort in Snowshoe, West Virginia.  Got our lift tickets which included the Snowshoe Ski Resort (the two resort run together both under one management). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing at 19'o I was bundled up in four layers of leggings and long sleeve shirt then polypropelyne underwear(soo warm), fleece jacket, then ski pants and my jacket complete with my baggie, ear warmer and goggles. The next two hours was spent teaching me and Kayla (the 12 yr old daughter of our son's gf) the basics. This is my second time but still I had a hard time getting my balance.  It was comedy of errors too.  My first ride on the lift I wasn't able to get out so the man had to stop the lift and literally carried me off to the ground. Everyone's laughing about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down and got up a millon times.  I don't care, I've seen people tumbled, rolled over and got back on their feet.  I was one of them but in the afternoon it was a real struggle for me. I was a bit scared to get too close to the edge for fear that I'll be sucked out of road and fall straight to the ravine. Oh that would be one nasty rescue effort. Snow's blowing, I don't have my contacts and even if I had my glasses on with my goggles still it was tough for me because moisture crept unto my goggles that it blinded me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I enjoyed it, I had to quit I told my husband I'll just wait for them at the locker room. I was a bit frustrated  because I felt that the men want to ski the black diamonds but with me around I'l just ruin their enthusiam. You see I can only ski on the greens anytime I'l see a big mound or a mountain of snow I chickened out.  Anyway, to my mind I've already perfected the art of falling down and getting back up.  It has to be this way, roll on your belly facing the mountain, lift one foot with the ski pole get up on your knee and presto I'l be back on the train again lol! That made my knees sored that I had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 45 mins of resting, my husband, Kelly, Steph and Kayla emerged from the door and they too felt so tired that they all decided to call it a day.  We've skied all we wanted to that day anyway. But as we were changing clothes Steph noticed that her tennis shoes was missing and then Kelly's too.  Yup we didn't get a locker we just put our stuff under the bench but we didn't realized that someone will steal used shoes.  Both of them were Nike's and Kelly's shoes got a $200 theraphy sole inside.  That's what made the young man mad.  We stopped at the only store in the mountain got him and Steph's new boots. We drove back to our hotel had dinner, we all had fun recapping the day.  The men laughed about how they spent the day picking me up lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second day, we got to Silver Creek again and took the bus to Snowshoe Ski Resort. The resort's pretty it has over 50 trains open that day.  This is where all the fun begun.  It's a beautiful day the sun's up it was a breeze compare the other day.  We all dressed less took off our polypropelyne and ski with just two layers. My first disaster for the day I got into a ditch trying to stay as far away from the edge.  My husband has been teaching me get out of it.  Our company (Steph, Kelly, Kayla) were already at the bottom and one guy told them a girl (that's me) got into the ditch and his father's (my husband)cussing her out. They all laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I got the hang of it I fell couple of times that day. But still I couldn't master making my S turn. One time at this steep slope I skied and went straight line to the bottom, my husband tried to catch me but he failed, Kelly ducked trying to reach me but I just went fast him got to the bottom in a heartbeat.  Kelly asked me why I was in such a hurry.  We all had a hearty laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, once in the lift I tried taking some pictures of the train that one of my ski poles fell.  My husband said he'll just pay them but Kelly had to retrive them in the middle of the knee deep snow. He's my hero! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day we enjoy just cruising around on our skis.  I think we covered most of the green and blue trains.  I didn't tried the black diamonds it scared me to death.  One time my husband and Kelly tried to convince me and Kayla to face our fears but still we declined and decided to just meet them at the middle.  We took the blue train instead. And that's how I managed to make my S turn perfectly.  Well my husband complemented me by saying I got a good balance all I need to do is practice making my ski turn. Just when I got the hang of it that's when they all decided to stop and head back to our hotel, it's getting dark anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men planned on going back to do some night skiing but since we're all whopped from the long hours we spent skiing they both decided to stay at the hotel and chill out.  We slept long that night. We woke up before 9am from Kelly's call telling us to look at the window because it's going to be a long drive back home.  After breakfast we all head back to Robbins.  Sure enough, it was a long treacherous snowy drive home.  We all had fun and the ski addicts that the men are they're now both planning a day trip to Winter Place for another ski trip this time without the women around.  Goodluck to them lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2369076702412939665?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2369076702412939665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2369076702412939665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2369076702412939665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2369076702412939665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-from-ski-trip.html' title='Back from the ski trip'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5KS3LEcPfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SoFx47_Q6EY/s72-c/Ski+trip+08+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-6386560669852511460</id><published>2008-01-19T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:55:39.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Hunt'/><title type='text'>Saturday Photo Hunt " Important"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5Icu7EcPTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/g_VSMHDdiYo/s1600-h/Samut+sari+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5Icu7EcPTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/g_VSMHDdiYo/s200/Samut+sari+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157216115748519218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Photo Hunt "Important"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's theme is "Important" and the perfect photo for me is my new job's paperworks.  At this point in time of my life, as a new immigrant in the US my first job validated the fact that my life has just begun.  Between getting my greencard five months ago, getting my Social Security No. a month later, then my driver's license another month later and this new job two months later it meant a whole lot to me.  I consider this a very important milestone in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the copy of my paperworks that I need to complete. My Form W-4, 401K application, health insurance, application, and all the requirements that needs to be filled out and submitted to my employer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com" target="blank" rel="tag"&gt;PhotoHunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-6386560669852511460?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/6386560669852511460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=6386560669852511460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6386560669852511460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6386560669852511460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-photo-hunt-important.html' title='Saturday Photo Hunt &quot; Important&quot;'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R5Icu7EcPTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/g_VSMHDdiYo/s72-c/Samut+sari+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-5099327229990280771</id><published>2008-01-14T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:36:23.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski trip'/><title type='text'>Off to our ski holiday!</title><content type='html'>It's 8:30 am eastern time and Im all agog going over our stuff for this trip. Still there's the usual last minute shopping that we need to do.  My husband realized that instead of renting me a ski wear we'll just buy it since we always ski yearly (my husband sometimes does it two to three times a year. The only thing I need to rent is my ski pole and boots (it's so hard to find my size).  So last saturday, we got a ski pants (wanted a bib but there's no one that fits me lol), couldn't find goggles and the polypropylene underwear in the sports store.  Today, we'll swing by the military store to try find one for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know just before I got my job I was really excited for this trip but now all I want to do is start work. Weird, I enjoy snow skiing in fact my first time experienced last year was a blast. Well, everyone has been telling me to chill out and enjoy the trip because once I started working vacation will be less.  Whatever it is I am now more excited to work thank ski, I don't know I just want this thing to be done and over it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks I'l see you all when we get back.  Please pray for our safe trip.  I'l keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-5099327229990280771?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/5099327229990280771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=5099327229990280771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5099327229990280771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5099327229990280771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/off-to-our-ski-holiday.html' title='Off to our ski holiday!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-6824178457502782012</id><published>2008-01-13T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:10:39.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Photo Hunt "Skinny"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R4opOLEcPSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AJb-7Lcu-14/s1600-h/Samut+sari+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R4opOLEcPSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AJb-7Lcu-14/s200/Samut+sari+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154978046945279266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to join this photo hunt eversince I discovered it from some bloggers two weeks ago but I was always busy bloghopping that I only decided to post my first photo and the category for the week is "skinny".  I saw my husband's ski pole that I came to realized it could fit the skinny category so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com" target="blank" rel="tag"&gt;PhotoHunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-6824178457502782012?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/6824178457502782012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=6824178457502782012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6824178457502782012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6824178457502782012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-photo-hunt-skinny.html' title='Saturday Photo Hunt &quot;Skinny&quot;'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R4opOLEcPSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AJb-7Lcu-14/s72-c/Samut+sari+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-9167180773348149588</id><published>2008-01-10T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:40:59.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Got the job I wanted!</title><content type='html'>I started the year with a bang! I've been to 5 interviews in just 9 days I actually have another couple of interviews scheduled tomorrow and monday.  I didn't pursue them anymore because after months of job hunting I got the job that I've been praying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to work close to home, where I could drive without going through the interstate or the belt-line tho' I still went to several interviews in the big city.  Last week was a bummer, I got one call telling me that I didn't get the Plant Controller job.  The head hunter has told me that I did well in the interview (they always tell you that) but apparently someone with much experience got the job. Like a true soldier I took the defeat not as a blow to my self-esteem but another challenge as I anxiously await the result of four more jobs lined-up for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today the Controller from this company that interviewed me last tuesday has offered me the job.  I was still in bed when I got the call this morning, when I read the caller ID I felt a sudden rush clothed all over me.  I thought it could be the bad news. The initial hi, how are you? conversation start-up has gotten me excited that I could feel my adrenalin all pumped up. Then the good news, she told me that they're offering me the Accountant job.  She asked if I could start this Jan. 16 but I told her that we're going to Virginia for a snow skiing trip which has been scheduled before this job search started.  We then both agreed that I'l start on the 21st. She explained some more things (I was jumping with joy), told me that she emailed me the job offer for me to look at, if it's agreeable to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she hung up the phone I was estatic.  I couldn't contain my happiness.  It was a dream job especially the employment package plus the biggest bonus is that it's closer to home all back road driving. Tomorrow I'l be going to my future company to sign the offer and do the customary "drug testing".  I am excited, I recognized that as a new immigrant this is now the final step of my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I should give credit to my husband who drove me to all these interviews without complain.  Sometimes, it even intervenes with his schedule but still he patiently supported me all the way.  I'l take you to dinner when I get my first pay check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful for this blessing from the Lord. It is a living testament that God answer prayers.  God is good! I give back all the glory, honor and thanksgiving to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-9167180773348149588?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/9167180773348149588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=9167180773348149588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/9167180773348149588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/9167180773348149588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/got-job-i-wanted.html' title='Got the job I wanted!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-8803106203587242711</id><published>2008-01-10T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:32:52.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R4aAo7EcPRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_po-3dRjm-s/s1600-h/2178630771_1833100656_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R4aAo7EcPRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_po-3dRjm-s/s200/2178630771_1833100656_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153948264111553810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana of Juliana's Lair has given me this cute blogger friend recognition.  It was indeed a touching thing so thanks Juliana.  The blogsphere is a fascinating world I never thought I can share friendship with my fellow bloggers.  I proved myself wrong &lt;br /&gt;I met alot of wonderful people so I'm sharing this to Weng of Asawakomahalko, Chelle of Myblog Mybilog, Ivan girl, Pretty life online, Jazevox, Liza in Manila.  I appreciate your online friendship and thank you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-8803106203587242711?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/8803106203587242711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=8803106203587242711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/8803106203587242711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/8803106203587242711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogger-friends.html' title='Blogger Friends!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R4aAo7EcPRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_po-3dRjm-s/s72-c/2178630771_1833100656_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-5158856191359293232</id><published>2008-01-04T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:35:16.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged and Awards!</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry Pretty Life Online it's been quite a while but thank you so much for this award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R37soLEcPQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/v9-oHBz2-p4/s1600-h/niceaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R37soLEcPQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/v9-oHBz2-p4/s200/niceaward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151815198668766466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been behind so many tags that was given to me, it's not really my thing but I guess out of courtesy to those who tagged me I'l do it hehehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Juliana tagged me for this,&lt;br /&gt;Will You Keep Your New Year's Resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Keep Your New Year's Resolution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/willyoukeepyournewyearsresolutionquiz/keep.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You planning on making a resolution that's smart, attainable, and perfect for where your life is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/willyoukeepyournewyearsresolutionquiz/"&gt;Will You &lt;br /&gt;Keep Your New Year's Resolution?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-5158856191359293232?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/5158856191359293232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=5158856191359293232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5158856191359293232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5158856191359293232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-and-awards.html' title='Tagged and Awards!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R37soLEcPQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/v9-oHBz2-p4/s72-c/niceaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-1457479920558869966</id><published>2008-01-04T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:23:36.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='county'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Job Interview!</title><content type='html'>I'm really gung-ho on finding a job. As far as work is concern my search is limited to around 30 mins drive from home. You all know we live in the country an hour away from the big city. I have blogged before how I was so disappointed to not even get a job interview from the other community college around here all I got were five thank you letters for the five positions I tried applying for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, around fist week of December I got a call from another community college for an interview set two days later. It was a panel interview and as soon as I took my seat the Controller explained to me the college's mission, the job requirements plus the duties and resposibilities. They have a set of questionnaire and I noticed that no one asked me about any personal information about me. The interview went smoothly but once I stepped out of the building I assessed myself and as always I got this naggging feeling that I blew it and could have said this or that would have been a better answer rather than what I gave them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove home I told my husband my gut feel is it's 60% positive I'l get call again for the final interview. I wanted the job so much that the anticipation of waiting and waiting and waiting for another call left me with little stress.  I couldn't sleep for two nights I don't know my husband has time and again reminded me to just leave it to the Lord if I'l get the job it's really meant to be if not take it positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days I got the call for another interview the next day.   I was told that it will be the final selection process and there would only be two of us.  The interview went smoothly tho' I had a hint it was a 50/50 chance because the VP was hinting that it was an entry level position it seems I am well over qualified.  Of course I tried to sell myself and counter her concern I almost wanted to beg her to just give me the job. I think I left them a good impression of me they both said that I was really good and can articulate myself especially when they grilled me with my Accounting experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all, two days later I got the "dreaded" call. The HR Manager explained to me that it was really a hard decision for them it was like 50/50 but eventually the favor went to the other applicant.  Tho' I didn't get the job I was happy that I was treated professionally, fairly, and I did it on my own without politics or favor.  It has also lifted up my sagging spirit that I'l never find job anywhere around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all I was given the assurance that if I could just wait they'll have an Asst. Controller position created and they'll hire me in a heartbeat. I don't know if they're just trying to appease me but they all sound very sincere with what they promised. Anyway, eventhough the job wasn't meant for me it was an experienced of a lifetime as my mother always tell me charge it to experience. I know the window of opportunity has been opened up for me because my job search has just begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-1457479920558869966?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/1457479920558869966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=1457479920558869966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1457479920558869966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1457479920558869966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2008/01/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-4172375503262418437</id><published>2008-01-01T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:27:32.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digitel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Things to be Thankful for the year 2007</title><content type='html'>As we usher to a new year, I would like to thank the Lord for all the wonderful blessings that I have received for 2007.  Above all these blessings 10 things stand out for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  After 7 yrs I am now settled for good with my husband, it was a long wonderful journey. I am blessed with the best husband in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My family back home especially my heroes nanay and tatay. My inspirations are my nephews and nieces Pau, Anton, Ynno, Mico, Cj, Biboy, Karl, Klarisse. Also my siblings and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;3.  It has been a blessing that I have no trouble blending in with my husband's big family they all love me and I love them all too especially my mother-in-law, Aunt Bonnie, Kelly, Tabitha, Toby, Caleb, Colby and Colton.&lt;br /&gt;4.  My GCF church back in the Philippines who first nurtured my faith and relationship with the Lord then my Crossroad Baptist church here.&lt;br /&gt;5.  My HS friends, they are all the best we've been scattered all over the globe but the world wide web makes us feel like we're beside each other.  Reggie in Fl, Amel in PA, Ester in CA, August &amp; Nonah in Bahrain, Malou Jonel &amp; Felix in Singapore, All of those left in Philippines Bobby, JayR, Zeny, Daisy, Momom, Eddie, Marivic.  Also my college friends Roanne in Chicago and Pie in San Francisco (we'll definitely see each other this 2008).&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all guys!&lt;br /&gt;6.  My Digitel family, it was an experienced of a lifetime working with them.  I've learned alot and they're all good we are like one big happy family around 80 Accountants in the Comptrollership Division tho' people come and go the camaraderie add more fun to the endless closing, overtime, reports and "pasaway na boss". But I especially want to thank these people my Revenue Accounting family Ms Mariz, Nellie, Grace, Venus, Shawee, Mitch, Rayme, Connie, Marie, Sir Robert, Maam Malou, Thess, Leslie, Sean, Chris, Bogs, Brian, Gibs, Jane, Leslie, Mommy Fe they all want to be mentioned especially my badminton group I miss them so much... &lt;br /&gt;7.  My best best pals in Canada Jeima, Miss Lize, and Dred they are my support group and have been there with me through the bad times of my life.  May we finally get to see each other this 2008. &lt;br /&gt;8.  Jackie and Joe Seago they're like my siblings, we take care of each other's back, Minda Ramos Quimson in LA she's a mentor, big sister, friend, confidant all rolled into one. I also want to acknowledge Malou and Steve Farnsworth in Mo, Love and Al Kaltenhauser in Wy, Irene and Oliv in France thank you all for the friendship!&lt;br /&gt;9.  The blog world it fascinates me no end plus I love reading other blogs especially filipino bloggers like Lord Manila Stone, Reyna Elena, YeloKity, Francesca in France, Senor Enrique, Bianca Gonzales, most of them don't even know I read them lol and alot more.  Also I got to know alot of friends in the blogsphere beginning with Pretty life online, Liza in Manila, Ivan Girl, Weng of Pinay Life Abroad,Jazevox, Sarah, Lira, Raquel, Darlene, Chelle, Rowena in Manila they're all a friend to me... Continue Blogging everyone!&lt;br /&gt;10.Last but definitely not the least my dogs they make me so happy, Oscar and Fred their cousins Noodles, Blue and Dixie.  Also our horses, Shadow and Lil Joe they're all my companion most times that I'm alone and some "boring no one to talk to day".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thank you 2007 and here's to prosperous and blessed happy new year to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-4172375503262418437?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/4172375503262418437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=4172375503262418437&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4172375503262418437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4172375503262418437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-to-be-thankful-for-2007.html' title='Things to be Thankful for the year 2007'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7229114512691929278</id><published>2007-12-31T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:09:51.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3mZCrEcPPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mm9Kpr8ZFuM/s1600-h/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3mZCrEcPPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mm9Kpr8ZFuM/s200/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150315920075013362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a week since I caught this cold.  It's irritating because I get to stop doing the things that I used to do like going outside doing my walk or visiting my friends.  I thought I was tough but two days before Christmas I remember my husband telling me to go outside the house dress for the weather meaning I shouldn't be going out with my flip lops and shirt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when we clean the yard, blew the leaves and burned them.  That whole afternoon till the early evening was spent clearing out our yard.  Then the next day my voice started to get hoarse and by christmas time I couldn't talk. I was complaning to my husband that I couldn't loose my voice on Christmas day because there's gonna be a "karaoke" at this filipino party that we've been invited to.  That's a worst feeling, doing the things you love best and yet you can't do it.  Also, can you imagine dreading the phone calls because it's I can't talk. I've never been this sick with cold than this time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, actually for the last two days I felt alot better but then I ventured outside this morning to go to the grocery and when I got home it all started back again.  I cough incessantly and I felt like a useless crap. I hope before the year ends in 4 hrs tonight I could leave this cough and toss all my cough medicine with the old year.   I hope to start the year with a clean slate of health..... Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7229114512691929278?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7229114512691929278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7229114512691929278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7229114512691929278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7229114512691929278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/12/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3mZCrEcPPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mm9Kpr8ZFuM/s72-c/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-1210159948932291297</id><published>2007-12-26T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:49:19.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My First Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3ZpL7EcPOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aZ3fAQQ6xoI/s1600-h/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3ZpL7EcPOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aZ3fAQQ6xoI/s200/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149418877500538082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3ZozrEcPNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gLqJG5d_Mrg/s1600-h/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3ZozrEcPNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gLqJG5d_Mrg/s200/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149418460888710354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3Zn7LEcPMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/S1J3FX7KfOY/s1600-h/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3Zn7LEcPMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/S1J3FX7KfOY/s200/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149417490226101442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally I noticed that filipinos and americans celebrate christmas the same way. Big family dinner on the 24th or what we call noche buena back home but what's evident tho' is the overflowing of food at my mother-in-law's table. It was just too much, I've never seen so many food in my life than this christmas. I think I've gained 10 lbs in one night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I noticed that in my husband's family it's all about the kids and what they want.  It's the same back home Christmas is for kids. I remember Colton asking her mama to bake cookies for Santa and to prepare an apple and carrot for Prancer I don't know why he specifically want to feed that raindeer. Haley even told me she got a letter from Santa and it's so funny how the kids get to talk about it.  They're eyes all lit up with excitement. I just love stories about kids and Santa I hope some people won't spoil the "magic" behind Santa and let the memories lingers until kids are old enough to discover the truth about it.  Isn't it Santa and the kids story fascinating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that children here are alot luckier yet they do not appreciate what they got.  I overheard one kid  yesterday who said "is this the only thing Santa gave me" and it was a WII.  My heart sank the kids have no idea of what they got I think the kids back home are alot appreciative and happy for anything that is given to them.  I remember my nephews and nieces don't ask for anything if you give them a simple toy they'll think that they got everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my first Christmas, my husband had a Christmas breakfast with his kids and their families. We had biscuits, ham, tenderloin, sausage, bacon, coffee, orange juice, bread, name it we got it.  It was a happy reunion though we always see each other almost everyday it was a different happy occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas evening we went to our filipino-american party and as usual there are alot of food and my favorite "lechon" (roasted pig).  At the party as we're eating we got to be seated beside this annoying older filipina lady who keeps talking about herself, her family her wealth.  One time she talked about how she spent $20k when she went back to the philippines last year for three weeks.  She was also talking about the house that she's buying for $500k I tired to pay her no attention but as she talk about something her voice gets louder.  She didn't notice that we're all having a good time eating while she talks incessantly about herself.  This filipino Dr. sometimes acknowledge her while the rest of us ate with gusto.  We left the party early and while driving home my husband talked about that old lady and we both wonder how she got all the money she's talking about she doesn't seems to have all the money from her look (my bad) hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Christmas is over my first white christmas has not materialized, it was cold and I was sick at least my fist Christmas experienced is beyond christmas presents I was happy but it could be happier with my family back home.  Belated Christmas greetings everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-1210159948932291297?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/1210159948932291297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=1210159948932291297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1210159948932291297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1210159948932291297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-christmas.html' title='My First Christmas!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R3ZpL7EcPOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aZ3fAQQ6xoI/s72-c/Lynn%27s+Christmas+Dinner+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2391463843912303912</id><published>2007-12-19T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:27:08.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charice Pempengco!</title><content type='html'>I was bitten by this Charice Pempengco bug (this filipina you-tube sensation)I want to share everyone her much talk about anticipated performace at the Ellen DeGeneres Show today.  Found this at the show's website! Watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ellen.warnerbros.com/2007/12/charice_pempengco_i_am_telling.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later here's the actual performance floating at you-tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VshobjGAMI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VshobjGAMI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2391463843912303912?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2391463843912303912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2391463843912303912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2391463843912303912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2391463843912303912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/12/charice-pempengco.html' title='Charice Pempengco!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-9023547340835912278</id><published>2007-12-15T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:59:37.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Home Away from Home!</title><content type='html'>As usual as the days gets closer to the holidays and the chaos of the commercialize christmas brings I really feel the longing of spending the holidays back to my home country the Philippines.  It's tough especially if your favorite holiday of all time is like mine christmas but with the popularity of you tube somehow lessen the homesickness and makes you real closer to home.  I love this commercial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgN0e8DJHvM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgN0e8DJHvM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-9023547340835912278?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/9023547340835912278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=9023547340835912278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/9023547340835912278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/9023547340835912278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-home-away-from-home.html' title='Christmas Home Away from Home!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-4918395312817313032</id><published>2007-12-14T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:21:40.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Songs!</title><content type='html'>Right after Halloween we've already started hearing Christmas Carols over the airwaves.  Middle of November our State has already dedicated a FM station that play Christmas songs only.  Earlier tonight coming home from our usual dinner date my husband said he never thought that Christmas Songs could sustain a station for the whole day with little repeats of the songs.  I have to agree I find it amusing that day in and day out the station carries all Christmas songs non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's all time favorites are Christmas Shoe, I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas and Mary did you Know in that order.  Have to agree with him he was the one who introduced me to these songs and I immediately fell in love with them. The first time I heard the song Christmas Shoes it brought me to tears it was  soo sad while the song I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas is soooo cute and funny.  The kind of song that will make you feel the happiness that goes with the season. And the song Mary did you know said it all, that the essence of Christmas is the birth of our Lord Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please find time to listen to the songs.  Have a blessed Christmas,  Jesus is so &lt;br /&gt;sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some friends requested for the lyrics of the song "I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas" so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and Music by John Rox&lt;br /&gt;I want a hippopotamus for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Only a hippopotamus will do&lt;br /&gt;Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy&lt;br /&gt;I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a hippopotamus for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?&lt;br /&gt;He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue&lt;br /&gt;Just bring him through the front door,&lt;br /&gt;that's the easy thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see me now on Christmas morning,&lt;br /&gt;creeping down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Oh what joy and what surprise&lt;br /&gt;when I open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;to see a hippo hero standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a hippopotamus for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Only a hippopotamus will do&lt;br /&gt;No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses&lt;br /&gt;I only like hippopotamuses&lt;br /&gt;And hippopotamuses like me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then&lt;br /&gt;Teacher says a hippo is a vegeterian.&lt;br /&gt;(Short Music Interlude)&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of room for him in our two-car garage&lt;br /&gt;I'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see me now on Christmas morning,&lt;br /&gt;creeping down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Oh what joy and what surprise&lt;br /&gt;when I open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;to see a hippo hero standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a hippopotamus for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Only a hippopotamus will do&lt;br /&gt;No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses&lt;br /&gt;I only like hippopotamuseses&lt;br /&gt;And hippopotamuses like me too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-4918395312817313032?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/4918395312817313032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=4918395312817313032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4918395312817313032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4918395312817313032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-songs.html' title='Christmas Songs!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2611394947793232556</id><published>2007-12-08T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:09:47.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R1tqMaHhsdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qr55gysiGWw/s1600-h/Birth+Day+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141820160975417810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R1tqMaHhsdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qr55gysiGWw/s200/Birth+Day+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not yet my birthday but my husband planned a dinner three days earlier than my actual big day. This is because he's working sunday which is my real birthday. The trouble with my husband and me is that we can't keep a secret from each other so any move to surprise me I'll definitely learn about it before hand since I open his emails and he does the same with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me a winter coat as birthday presents but before he could even manage to pull a surprise I already found it out because I read it on his email to make the matter worst I was the one who got the package when it was delivered so he wasn't even able to wrap it moreso, see his birthday present before me so I kinda killed the element of surprise. And as a matter of fact I wore it the night we went out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday dinner was a great night. He took me to this upscale restaurant and partook of the most sumptous seafood specialty the resto offered. I was overwhelmed with happiness. The night was enchanting I couldn't ask for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday this year has been extra special for me. I married the best husband in the world as cliche as it may sound to others, it's the truth. I never imagine a five year tumultuous long distance relationship with my husband would end up like this. No regrets, he surpassed all my expectations of him. He's given me more that I can ask for. I've been so blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2611394947793232556?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2611394947793232556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2611394947793232556&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2611394947793232556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2611394947793232556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-birthday-surprise.html' title='No Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R1tqMaHhsdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qr55gysiGWw/s72-c/Birth+Day+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7157382498607380927</id><published>2007-11-27T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:43:00.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><title type='text'>Driving on my own!</title><content type='html'>Since, I got my license I am now enjoying the freedom of driving alone, not bothering my husband to take me to places I want to go to like going to town, grocery store, visiting my filipina friends. I am driving to places that four months ago I was strangely scared to even get out of the main road. So here I was on my first real driving challenge I gave myself last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to attend church service alone since my husband was working that night. When I told my husband about it he was a little bit apprehensive but told me to call him immediately once I get home. I went to the 6pm service. It was raining, it was dark and I was determined to go to church. I ventured out on my own. I was somewhat nervous because this would be the first time for me to drive on a rainy night. Got to church in one piece. Darrell Mc Neil greeted me and asked if I drove myself to church alone, with pride I said yes and he said you go girl and next time I'm sure you'll be riding your husband's Harley, wow the feeling was heaven lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service, I decided to drive around town checked out the christmas decors and dropped by my filipina friend's house Jeannette's. Unfortunately, she was still at work so I decided to head home since it was still raining I carefully steered the wheel back to the house. Got home again safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I still have a long way to go as far as my driving is concern but at least little by little I get the hang of it. I know it worries my husband when I go out alone especially at night and it's raining. His paramount concern is my safety but driving solo helps me gain much needed confidence plus I'm beginning to love the liberating feeling it brings to someone who back home was even afraid to just even sit in the front passenger seat much more learn how to drive. Out here I was forced to beat my own fears because I got no choice but to make it on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7157382498607380927?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7157382498607380927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7157382498607380927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7157382498607380927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7157382498607380927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/driving-on-my-own.html' title='Driving on my own!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-5990913169638909778</id><published>2007-11-27T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:10:28.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Birth Month Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really on this tagging "thing" I was tagged many times in the past but have spoiled it. To me it's like "chain letter" hoopla. And so I changed my mind and here I am. Sorry to my other friends who've tagged me before, my birthday is coming that's why I'm doing this (vested interest huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by Liza of&lt;a href="http://gvenrose.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Mom of Two about my birth month. I will then highlight the traits that tells the truth about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them. 2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below). 3. Pick your month of birth. 4. Highlight the traits that apply to you. 5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them. 6. Let the person who tagged you know when you've done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birth Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loyal and generous. I know I am loyal to the bitter end!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sexy. Hmmm I guess I am sexy, at 4'11 104 lbs lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patriotic. Veryyyy Proud Filipino and I love America too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Active in games and interactions. What can I say if I could still play football with Colton for an hour at 40 yrs old I'm still active and fit hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Impatient and hasty. A little bit but more on patient, hasty no I'm organized I plan &amp;amp; think first!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambitious. Influential in organizations. We all have ambitions but I want simple things in life! Influential could be yes and no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Oh yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves praises. Oh no! have a hard time handling praises!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves attention. No again, most times I want to be oblivious and be on my own it has do with age, I think hehehehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves to be loved. Who doesn't want to be loved?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honest and trustworthy. Oh yes! Biggest lesson I've learned through the years is if something is said to me in confidence, I'l take it to the grave!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not pretending. NOPE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short tempered. I've learned to deal with it, I've improved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Changing personality. NOPE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not egotistic. NOPE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take high pride in oneself. Yes and No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hates restrictions. It depends, Yes and No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves to joke. Oh yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good sense of humor. Oh yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Logical. I guess I am logical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Twelve Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-5990913169638909778?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/5990913169638909778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=5990913169638909778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5990913169638909778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5990913169638909778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-4137857780493764344</id><published>2007-11-22T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:20:15.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Happy thanksgiving everyone, here's two of my favorite thanksgiving quotes for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise; be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good..." Psalm 100:4, 5a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For flowers that bloom about our feet;&lt;br /&gt;For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;&lt;br /&gt;For song of bird, and hum of bee;&lt;br /&gt;For all things fair we hear or see,&lt;br /&gt;Father in heaven, we thank Thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-4137857780493764344?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/4137857780493764344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=4137857780493764344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4137857780493764344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4137857780493764344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-5259860161631490433</id><published>2007-11-19T20:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:29:47.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoot I got my driver's license!</title><content type='html'>I have to tell everyone about this. Finally, after my second try I got my driver's license today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more confident the first time I tried but unfortunately the old lady at DMV office failed me for two reasons: One she said I was erratic on stopping and taking off. Two I failed backing-up straight line I went over the next lane I wanted to argue but I know it will be an excercise in futility. On a happy note my three point turn was perfect. I've known friends who failed that part . I practiced backing up for over a week still I felt like I won't be able to pass another road test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband psyched me up. He kept telling me don't sweat it, if you fail take again and again till I make it. So off we went to the DMV office. My biggest fear is to be paired with an official who is scrutinizingly strict like the old lady I was with last time. My husband gave me some last minute instructions. The only thing I could do was pray that the Lord will lead me to the right DMV personnel, wisdom, and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the office this middle aged bubbly lady served me with much enthusiam, and courtesy. I was a nervous wrecked but I don't want to give the official that impression. The lady gave me the biggest moral boost by just being herself jovial, bubbly and warm. When I cranked up the car eased our way out to the main street my fear are all gone. I was natural. She told me to go straight and make a right turn at the stop light and she started complementing me that I was cautious of the speed limit, giving signal, looking over the shoulder, etc etc . I was instructed to make a 3 pt. turn and backing-up straight this time she started writing on her score sheet (I couldn't see it) I was on the verge of breaking down again but my good sense won over that. After 5 mins of driving around town she told me to head back to the office. Up to that time I had no idea if I nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got out of the car she asked me if I have money and I said my husband has the money she laughed. By then my husband said I guess that means a celebration. It was only then that I knew I passed it. After four months of incessant yakking and sassing from my husband about my driving I finally made it. I am now a legal driver even if hubby will suffer another over $1000 additional expenses for my insurance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a big achievement for someone like me who have not even tried driving back home. Credit should go to my driving teacher my ever dearest husband. Thank you for the little patience, for all the tears I shed while you said I was stubborn for not listening to you, thank you for the two times we stopped talking for an hour because I was pissed off at you, thank you for making me feel like an idiot because I made so many wrong moves, thank you for the time I passed the written test but I forgot my glasses and we have to drive back home 20 mins both ways and you didn't say a word, thank you for you all the arguments we had over my driving (we never fought about something even for once till he started teaching me to drive). It all paid off. So where's the celebration, my dear you owe me bigtime? For that I want Hooters chicken wings and shrimp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-5259860161631490433?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/5259860161631490433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=5259860161631490433&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5259860161631490433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5259860161631490433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/whoot-i-got-my-drivers-license.html' title='Whoot I got my driver&apos;s license!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-5848336887098600350</id><published>2007-11-19T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:04:57.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to Tennessee and left my cam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0zo2c2FINI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XpH1nUOg9vs/s1600-h/Tn+our+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137737297076494546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0zo2c2FINI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XpH1nUOg9vs/s200/Tn+our+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0yg2c2FIMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XitIpNk96HE/s1600-h/Nashville1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137658132239294658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0yg2c2FIMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XitIpNk96HE/s200/Nashville1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0ygq82FILI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rze-gPcamLg/s1600-h/Nashville2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137657934670799026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0ygq82FILI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rze-gPcamLg/s200/Nashville2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0yge82FIKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eefKPfn_vhA/s1600-h/Ten2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137657728512368802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0yge82FIKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eefKPfn_vhA/s200/Ten2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was out of blogworld for two days. Went on a road trip to Tennesse to pick-up the car that our friend Joe bought for his wife Jacque. It was an 8hr trip. We left saturday afternoon got to Lebanon, Tenesse around midnight stay in a hotel hit the road again the next morning for a 30 mins drive to suburban Smyrna Tennessee 10 mins outside of Nashville. Got Jacque's car and then we proceeded to Nashville (the home of country music).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Arby's breakfast on the way to Nashville then hit the road again, miss the exit to Grand Opry House drive another mile to the nearest exit. I love downtown Nashville and since we've talked about going to the famous Grand Opry and do a little sightseeing. Unfortunately we hit a snag, the road leading to Grand Opry was being repair we got lost in a dead-end. We turned back and my husband decided to hit I-40 and head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so annoyed. I was quiet for about 100 miles out on the interstate. When we stopped to gas up he told Joe (who's tailing us on Jacque's new car) that I was pouting and barely talked to him because we didn't get to go around Nashville. Well, I finally decided to start talking to him when we get back to the car. My irratation to my husband was coupled with the camera that I left in the house. How can I forget my camera when it is my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was a perfect ride the view's beautiful. Then the ever brat that I am told my husband that our dinner should be in "Hooters" or else I will not talk to him again for the rest of the trip back home. Two hours later I changed my mind because my husband told me I it's not a good time to eat hot wings or shrimp, he said the moment is not perfect for that. I don't know how he convinced me to have Olive Garden instead of Hooters when I've already set my heart to Hooters I guess it's the woman in me I get swayed easily by my husband suddenly I was a turncoat. Dinner was great I was recharged. Got home late, crushed and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I woke-up I was a little bit upset that I forgot to bring my cam (couldn't get over it)and take pictures of our journey. I'll just have Nashville etched forever in my mind picture or no picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-5848336887098600350?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/5848336887098600350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=5848336887098600350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5848336887098600350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5848336887098600350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-to-tennesse-and-left-my-cam.html' title='Went to Tennessee and left my cam!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/R0zo2c2FINI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XpH1nUOg9vs/s72-c/Tn+our+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-3135204521665810739</id><published>2007-11-14T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:27:02.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='county'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job politics'/><title type='text'>Politics, Prejudiced or Plain Ignorance!</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to find work for the last four months after I got my greencard. Going through the whole immigration process is crazy enough but what's more stressful I realized is finding a job and proving your worth around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning, my husband and I were confident that with my big city credentials and work experience it will be easy for me to find job around here. We're thinking that the community college or the country would be an ideal work for me since it is alot nearer for me than the city which requires an hour or more of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I got my fifth rejection letter from the community college. When I saw the envelope from the community college I knew it's going to be the "thank you for applying letter". Right then and there my tears just rolled down. I immediately called Jacque (my filipina friend) cried my heart out we ended up crying together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me cry? It was out of frustration because the position is for Accountant and the requirement and the skills they need perfectly match mine even though they only need someone with an Associate Degree. What made it worst is that we heard from the grapevine the one hired was previously a co-worker of the boss. Of course we have a "mole" inside. The college website gave emphasis on equal opportunity employment so when I applied I was banking on that premise. It was an over-statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the same experience with the county too. I applied one time for Tax Assessor but since I have no experience here my application process stopped at the first level and wasn't able to get to the next step. A lady at the gym once told me that the county plays politics, she said by the time they call you for an interview they already have someone in mind for that certain position and everything is just plain "procedure". That is my problem around here. How can I compete with people who has all the right connections? Or how to win my prospective employer their trust that I can do the job. Trouble is they don't even know where the Philippines is. Now, I believe even educated Americans need lessons on geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my husband and I sent another application at the county this time the HR lady advised me to be patient and just keep sending resumes. She also articulated that they usually hire someone whose presently working even if it's just small jobs but not labor intensive fastfood thing. I wanted to refute her at the same moment but I restraint myself for fear that she might throw my resume on the bin. I have not mentioned it to my husband but my hunch is I'm doomed and I'll never get a call again. She's just tacky. I felt she's prejudiced and doesn't value hard work. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also learned from visa journey.com (my support group) that first time immigrants will always have a hard time jump starting their careers. It takes time to be assimmilated into the whole immigration process and live like everyone else. I should also accept the fact that I am not alone in my predicament, countless others are on the same boat like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job hunting experiences should be a poignant reminder to myself that as an immigrants I am like an extra-ordinary fish swimming in the shark infested ocean, it will be always tough to stay a float. I know that corporate world is a dog eat dog domain but I never knew that the state or government world is far worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think the Lord has other plans for me, all I need is to trust him to lead me to the best job for me. As always I just need to sit still while he works magically on something thas is best for me no matter how elusive it may looks to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-3135204521665810739?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/3135204521665810739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=3135204521665810739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3135204521665810739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3135204521665810739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/politics-prejudiced-or-plain-ignorant.html' title='Politics, Prejudiced or Plain Ignorance!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-6870724659203825409</id><published>2007-11-14T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:05:11.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harley Davidson'/><title type='text'>Harley ride again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxZy82FIJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tejm5vFDO4Q/s1600-h/Samut+sari+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133076407156809874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxZy82FIJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tejm5vFDO4Q/s200/Samut+sari+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxZbM2FIII/AAAAAAAAAFE/APk4Iy1dT0w/s1600-h/Samut+sari+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133075999134916738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxZbM2FIII/AAAAAAAAAFE/APk4Iy1dT0w/s200/Samut+sari+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxZKc2FIHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SszDhQoNMDc/s1600-h/Samut+sari+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133075711372107890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxZKc2FIHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SszDhQoNMDc/s200/Samut+sari+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxY582FIGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CJiQczHOPuM/s1600-h/Samut+sari+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133075427904266338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxY582FIGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CJiQczHOPuM/s200/Samut+sari+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxWMc2FIFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gLg7c8334nE/s1600-h/Samut+sari+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133072447196962898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxWMc2FIFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gLg7c8334nE/s200/Samut+sari+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather has been warm today compare to the cold blast it had the last two weeks. I've been unable to do my routine because of the "friggin" (oooops excuse me for my language) cold the south has been experiencing lately. This sudden change in the weather is a welcome relief. My husband decided to fire up the Harley to get some some good ride. With a light fleece jacket on hand off we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we got into to the main road oh "yeah" the loud Harleys are once again taking over the roads. It was a beautiful day, the temp was only around 70's time to squeeze in a good Harley ride no wonder everyone is out riding. We had a blast riding around town, to the Harley shop. What a breeze a single day of good weather could bring to Harley lovers like us, wish most days would be like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snapped some pictures for all of you. The frost we had last week, the changing of the trees, our front yard this rainy morning, our roads, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-6870724659203825409?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/6870724659203825409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=6870724659203825409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6870724659203825409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6870724659203825409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/harley-ride-again.html' title='Harley ride again!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzxZy82FIJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tejm5vFDO4Q/s72-c/Samut+sari+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7176601500660223422</id><published>2007-11-11T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:16:46.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzjdWrVGtuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lEW7ookbxw0/s1600-h/christmas+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132095157046785762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzjdWrVGtuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lEW7ookbxw0/s320/christmas+pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, while driving the car to the mailbox  suddenly there's a chistmas song over the radio "Karen Carpenter" singing Merry Christmas Darling (I don't know if that's the correct title) it just hit me. I cried unabashedly it's because this is my frist Christmas away from home. I felt lonely since Christmas is my favorite holiday of all time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'l miss the kids on the street caroling or all the kids on their new clothes on christmas day, all the food during "noche buena", the christmas party at work complete with the christmas presentation all preparation and endless rehearsals last year our christmas theme was Broadway and you would'nt believe how talented filipinos are, the group that won did the musical Chicago it was superb (live singing), Miss Saigon, Footloose, Les Miserables, Cats, Rent and our group did Mama Mia (I was in the chorus). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'l also miss the family gathering, reunions &amp;amp; parties, endless karaoke, puto bumbong, the smell of kastanyas, holiday traffic, all the little trinkets you I received from co-workers &amp;amp; friends, bonus, all the good food, the ayala decors or the malls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh please bear with me I'm being nostalgic again. Talked to my mother last night she told me she has already put up her christmas tree and chistmas lights outside the house, the santa sleigh has been up outside and more decors are being prepared. I miss home but I'm happy that I'm not going to miss my husband this Christmas, life is good and so is sweet Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7176601500660223422?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7176601500660223422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7176601500660223422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7176601500660223422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7176601500660223422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzjdWrVGtuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lEW7ookbxw0/s72-c/christmas+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-3954589740817549505</id><published>2007-11-07T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T06:46:29.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow'/><title type='text'>Shadow's Back for Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"We got a new addition to the family", Kelly announced to me one afternoon while he was busy doing something in the pasture and I was on my daily afternoon walk. I shrugged went back to my business but at the back of my mind I was thrilled thinking "great Steph's finally pregnant". Wrong! After Kelly finished his work he drove his four wheeler in front of me and said Shadow's (his horse) coming home and after a brief talked he told me he's on his way to get him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thirty minutes later Kelly called me at home and told me he got Shadow at the pasture. He asked me if I wanted to get out of the house to see him. I hurriedly head outside to see Shadow back home and was shocked to see two horses. So we got Shadow and Little Joe as the newest addition to our growing family. I've never seen Shadow before but my husband talked alot about him especially when Kelly was still in active duty in Iraq. Shadow's their baby. Two years ago he sold it to one of his buddies who apparently got a dozen other horses. NC weather this year has been so dry that the drought has not produced enough stock of hay plus it has become too expensive so Shadow was given back to Kelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been around or near any horse back home. Now that I have new additions to our ever growing family and keep me company these horses are a delight to see them chewing on the grass and look at me while I do my usual rounds (actually walk) in the afternoon. I even volunteered to Kelly that I'l feed him every morning. As usual my ever "doubting thomas" husband said how can I feed them when I stay late in bed everyday plus I'm a scary cat. He's correct though it's a big responsibility caring for 6 young'uns under my wings (two grandbabies Colby and Colton, two beagle puppies Oscar and Fred, and two horses Shadow and Lil' Joe). It's a hard fact that our family is getting bigger every now and then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The last three days I 've given them his horse treats. I was thrilled when he took the treats on the palm of my hand and nibble on it like crazy. We bonded, now everytime I call his name he comes near me. Horses are the gentlest animals I've known but if you're not careful they'll buck and you'll get hurt. My husband has given me some instructions on how to feed them or get inside the "wired" fence. I seriously took it by heart because I've heard horror stories of broken limbs or accidents involving these gentle creatures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then realization hit me, I've never dream in my life I'll be living in a country almost like a farm or to bluntly put it live life like old retirees (still too young for that) around animals. We got squirrels, deers, rabbits, racoon, beaver, fox (never seen one tho'), possum, and every animal in the movie "Barnyard" plus all these birds that I've only seen or read in the books. Oh what a simple joy all these numbnuts could give to a weary soul like me. I felt invigorated just talking about them, who said country living is no fun eh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-3954589740817549505?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/3954589740817549505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=3954589740817549505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3954589740817549505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/3954589740817549505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/shadows-back-for-good.html' title='Shadow&apos;s Back for Good!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-118530387370052703</id><published>2007-11-03T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:51:33.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Macy's Benefit Ride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDfrb0Q-gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DMveREMOunA/s1600-h/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129845912869337602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDfrb0Q-gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DMveREMOunA/s320/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDfZb0Q-fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JKuevmQ5YIo/s1600-h/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129845603631692274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDfZb0Q-fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JKuevmQ5YIo/s320/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDekr0Q-eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c-fUScXGAms/s1600-h/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129844697393592802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDekr0Q-eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c-fUScXGAms/s320/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDdR70Q-dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Q0ZUvVC-_Y/s1600-h/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129843275759417810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDdR70Q-dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Q0ZUvVC-_Y/s320/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last saturday was the annual benefit ride for Little Macy. The cold weather has not deterred motorcycle enthusiasts from joning the benefit ride including this filipina who despite the leather jacket was still fighting the biting cold (that's what leather chaps are for honey!). I dread this weather but for little Macy's benefits I'l do it again or over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's Macy? She's a rambunctious, innocent and lovable four year old luekemia patient. I've known her because her family sits in front of us at church. At sunday services little Macy's presence is always a welcome relief since she always has this ready, sweet, infectious smile for everyone. She's everyone's little sweetheart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, Macy's ride was a good one. She got a pretty good size of crowd. The food's great and one more great thing about the ride was the company of friends and fellowship with Harley enthusiasts. I didn't win the poker run but I won a special door prize which is a set of car cleaner (not bad). I have no idea how much the ride generated but for sure it will help Little Macy's hospitalization and medicine expenses. So here's a little thank you note for all the people who came to ride with us see y'all again next year. Thank you too Little Macy for warming our heart, our body and our soul on a cold morning ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-118530387370052703?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/118530387370052703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=118530387370052703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/118530387370052703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/118530387370052703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-macys-benefit-ride.html' title='Little Macy&apos;s Benefit Ride!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RzDfrb0Q-gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DMveREMOunA/s72-c/Macy%27s+Benefit+Ride+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2784829829046987775</id><published>2007-10-30T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:58:31.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><title type='text'>The Rotten Philippine Politics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/Ryd2jL0Q-cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6PIAazeJugk/s1600-h/Edsa+2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197047624104386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/Ryd2jL0Q-cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6PIAazeJugk/s320/Edsa+2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the last two days I've been itching myself to write something about the state of Philippine politics but everytime I start to write my highblood pressure shuts up that I end up writing nothing. Three days later here I am wanting a piece of my mind about it. The news that former corrupt President Estrada (guilty by the Sandigambayan) was given presidential pardon by the Pres. Gloria Macapagal Arroyo or GMA was to me a plain mockery of the Philippine judicial system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is sickening, the thought that anyone who plundered the wealth of the nation that left the masses poor is given clemency for the sake of unity, gimmeeee a break! Actually a year before I left the Philippines I have already stopped subscribing to the Philippine Daily Inquirer (the major broadsheet back home) because it's the same news I think I was already loosing hope that I will ever see Philippines politics change for the better, I'm resigned to the fact that it will not happen in my lifetime. I lost hope for the youth that I thought would be the factor in installing major changes. I've seen it all, two bloodless revolution been there, done that and still nothing. I was talking to another filipina about ERAP pardon and she just said "good thing we are no longer in the country, Glenda Philippine politics sucks". Like it was a consolation, I don't know I think I will have to agree with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember a conversation with a fellow churchmate when I was still back home. She said the problem with the filipinos is that we don't submit to authorities and yes we need to submit to authorities but what if the authorities is the one who have their own vested interest above the people, are we just going to sit down and watch. Also, I remember the early 2000's when GMA just started her office from ousting Estrada and her corruption cleansing is a laudible idea and it was a hit that time. Everyone's email has been flooded by the pictures of people in government living an affluent life despite working for Bureau of Internal Revenue (BIR) or the Bureau of Customs (BOC) that doesn't pay much. It's big-time corruption, I wonder if they ever got persecuted or they case has died of natural death like the many cases involving the rich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My feeling for Philippines politics was worsened when my husband and I watched this story about the rescue of Gracia Burnham. I lost track of the title something about Jihad and it was in History channel, meaning it was seen all over the world. It was embarassing, the in-fighting in the military, how they bangled the rescue operation in the name of "credit", how the army took part of the ransom money, and how the military plan killed two hostages Martin Burnham and Edibora Yap from friendly fire. The military's experience was evidently poor probably because the training money was pocketed by the officials thus putting the lives of the soldiers on the line. It was a shame, my husband being a law enforcement officer was telling me how funny it was, imagine that. Can you blame me for giving up on my country and loosing hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just too much politics and corruption back home and it worries me that my most people have chosen to leave the country and migrate. I've known about fifty people from my circle (close friends, co-worker, high school and college classmates) that have either migrated to the US, Canada, UK and Australia between the years 2001-2007 their main reason is they don't think they could afford a better life for their family especially their children most of them has lost hope in the people running our country and I am one of them. Thinking about it makes me go to the bathroom and puke, excuse me I need to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS, that's our picture during the EDSA 2001 uprising, I was working at the 15th Flr. of the Galleria Bldg., In EDSA where the event took place, those were the days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2784829829046987775?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2784829829046987775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2784829829046987775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2784829829046987775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2784829829046987775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/10/rotten-philippines-politics.html' title='The Rotten Philippine Politics!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/Ryd2jL0Q-cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6PIAazeJugk/s72-c/Edsa+2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-7164650915777989227</id><published>2007-10-26T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:32:52.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby and colton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highfalls'/><title type='text'>Cakes Anyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyJVyr0Q-bI/AAAAAAAAADw/v-vA9Ef3l5c/s1600-h/Blogs+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125753655144806834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyJVyr0Q-bI/AAAAAAAAADw/v-vA9Ef3l5c/s320/Blogs+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyJU-r0Q-ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/yiouMRbWPWI/s1600-h/Blogs+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125752761791609234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyJU-r0Q-ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/yiouMRbWPWI/s320/Blogs+015.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyJVS70Q-aI/AAAAAAAAADo/TiG4l47QACI/s1600-h/Blogs+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125753109683960226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyJVS70Q-aI/AAAAAAAAADo/TiG4l47QACI/s320/Blogs+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night we went to High Falls Elementary for their Halloween Party. I forgot my camera so I was able to take pictures of the kids in their costumes. It was a little family affair and as usual our boys Colby and Colton had the time of their lives with all the games for kids and food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I joined the cake walk and this was what I won. The caramel cake I won when I first joined I told everyone it's a beginner's luck. We've already been eating cake for last weeks. We just finished the whole cheesecake Jacque gave us last sunday and I still have a chocolate cake I baked last week. My problem now is how to consume these two cakes with only two people in our household. I think Fred and Oscar will once again have a field day or else I'll gain 10lbs eating them in two weeks. Now who wants some raise you hands and I'l share these with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-7164650915777989227?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/7164650915777989227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=7164650915777989227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7164650915777989227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/7164650915777989227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/10/cakes.html' title='Cakes Anyone!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyJVyr0Q-bI/AAAAAAAAADw/v-vA9Ef3l5c/s72-c/Blogs+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-1731703243348581033</id><published>2007-10-25T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:06:23.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Ridge Parkway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NC mountains'/><title type='text'>Trip to the North Carolina Mountains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFed70Q-YI/AAAAAAAAADY/BYgkYyefDTQ/s1600-h/Boone+Mountain+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125481719290460546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFed70Q-YI/AAAAAAAAADY/BYgkYyefDTQ/s320/Boone+Mountain+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFeAr0Q-XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4LwGra2vXy8/s1600-h/Boone+Mountain+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125481216779286898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFeAr0Q-XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4LwGra2vXy8/s320/Boone+Mountain+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyEpPb0Q-PI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhn88i2k4iM/s1600-h/Boone+Mountain+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125423196066085106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyEpPb0Q-PI/AAAAAAAAACU/hhn88i2k4iM/s320/Boone+Mountain+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyEnEr0Q-OI/AAAAAAAAACM/r8SeDZokm9E/s1600-h/Boone+Mountain+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125420812359235810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyEnEr0Q-OI/AAAAAAAAACM/r8SeDZokm9E/s320/Boone+Mountain+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband and I together with the another filipino couple (Joe and Jacque) decided to embarked on a day trip to the mountains. It was just on a whim. I called Jacque to tell her about our trip and if they have nothing to do on that day they can join us. Jacque said she'll call her husband and after a while they said they both wanted to go with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two weeks ago, my husband has already planned on taking me to the Apple festival at N. Wilkesboro, two hrs drive from our place. We decided to cancel it and instead have a long drive to the famous NC mountains. Last sunday at 7:30am, the "Pinehurst" wanderers (that's what I named our group in honor or our famous golf course in our county) off we went to the mountain in one car to save gas. We only stopped at Hardees at Seagrove for breakfast and gas refill and anoter restroom break close to to Asheville. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got to Asheville around 11:00 am from then on it was a long and beautiful trip. At this time of the year, mountain is simply breathtaking. There are so many overlook where you could stop to check out the view of the mountain from certain vantage point. There were overlook that are teeming with tourist thus finding a good parking spot is like looking for a needle in a haystock (a little exaggeration but it's true). On these cases, you'll just have to drive on and get to another overlook. The long Blueridge Parkway drive was a learning experienced. I especially love the tunnels and via duct it's an engineering marvel. My husband said the mountain stretches from Virginia, Tenessee, NC, SC and Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I enjoyed watching other tourist on their top-down cars or some motorcycle enthusiasts in pair enjoying the ride. My husband said next year we'll make another trip to the other side of the mountains on our Harley (he did it many times before). It was almost five hours of driving coupled with sightseeing when we suddenly realized we have not eaten a complete meal. It was made worst by those people we see stopping on the side of the road having a picnic or sitting comfortable on their picnic chair eating. The other filipino couple that were with us (Joe and Jacque or J&amp;amp;J) were also mesmerized by the scenery that we all forgot about food. My husband has picked on Jacque and me for not preparing something to eat along the way. We only have birds junk (nuts) that at least helped us last that long. Another dilemma that we encountered was we almost ran out of gas after over 200 miles of driving. I began to panic especially when I saw the red low fuel light while my husband was cool, calm and collected. We missed the turn going to Boone because we had a good time laughing, story telling and watching the mountain views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 15 mins of driving and no Boone sign in sight that's when we decided to take out the "gps" and that "sucker" took us right to the nearest gas station in the middle of nowhere. We filled up the gas and another hour and half it took as to the door of Dan'l Boone Restaurant. Before we got inside, we queued for about 20 mins because the restaurant was packed to the brim and waited for another 5 mins to find us a table for 4. It was worth the wait because the food was soooooo good, homecooked style and we all pig-out. Boone is a beautiful, quaint little town in the mountains and since it was already 9pm when we got out of the restaurant we all decided to head back home. Got home past 11, it's worth the long drive I had a great time I hope J &amp;amp; J too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If anyone is interested to see the mountains (which I recommend) please check this website &lt;a href="http://www.visitnc.com/where_to_go_mountains.asp"&gt;http://www.visitnc.com/where_to_go_mountains.asp&lt;/a&gt;..... Goodnight, I'm signing off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-1731703243348581033?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/1731703243348581033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=1731703243348581033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1731703243348581033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1731703243348581033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/10/trip-to-north-carolina-mountains.html' title='Trip to the North Carolina Mountains!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFed70Q-YI/AAAAAAAAADY/BYgkYyefDTQ/s72-c/Boone+Mountain+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-1564694665279486554</id><published>2007-10-25T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:24:42.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in October!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFBmr0Q-WI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZmEJf_qqQvc/s1600-h/Blogs+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125449983777110370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFBmr0Q-WI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZmEJf_qqQvc/s320/Blogs+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFBW70Q-VI/AAAAAAAAADA/5b37jfF0NYg/s1600-h/Blogs+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125449713194170706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFBW70Q-VI/AAAAAAAAADA/5b37jfF0NYg/s320/Blogs+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFA0r0Q-TI/AAAAAAAAACw/IrlBQBZy3Lo/s1600-h/Blogs+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125449124783651122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFA0r0Q-TI/AAAAAAAAACw/IrlBQBZy3Lo/s320/Blogs+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFAfr0Q-SI/AAAAAAAAACo/qwyz6VCWBLc/s1600-h/Blogs+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125448764006398242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFAfr0Q-SI/AAAAAAAAACo/qwyz6VCWBLc/s320/Blogs+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyDxfr0Q-JI/AAAAAAAAABk/y4iLvHk-IXY/s1600-h/Blogs+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyDyw70Q-NI/AAAAAAAAACE/I3dpvJzrLhQ/s1600-h/Blogs+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyDyO70Q-MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5q_kAKcwxxU/s1600-h/Blogs+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyDwNb0Q-HI/AAAAAAAAABU/N8Bz5Immr60/s1600-h/Blogs+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyDwdL0Q-II/AAAAAAAAABc/EdSp1tDF768/s1600-h/Blogs+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, when my husband and I got home around 6:00pm I saw a big package on the porch. It was already opened so I was thinking the mailman has probably checked what's inside of it but after much investigation my ever snoopy dog "Oscar" tore-off the first box. Well it was raining the whole day and Mr. Mailman probably thought it would be safe to leave it in the porch without knowing how "smart my puppies are" good thing is they didn't tear it up to pieces or else a big "war" is in the offing in our quiet house and their "Dada" can't take up the cudgels for them. Their asses will be whoopped, fortunately for them my box is still in one piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I got so excited you know it doesn't take much to stir my interest up I knew something good is inside the box. It was a big box and inside is another box wrapped in yellow gift wrap and lace. It's sweet. I went to check it, it was on my name but the sender said it came from Macy's Chicago. I knew it came from Roanne (my college buddy) because she's the only one I know from Chicago plus she works at Macy's. True enough, inside was a Ralph Lauren beddings complete set comforter, pillow cases, shams, flat and fitted sheets the only thing it doesn't have is a skirt. Inside I got the note, "Best wishes" love Roanne and Manny, Oh it's a wedding presents but we got married last April. I already put it up last night and it's pretty, I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yey I'm happy and it didn't end there. This morning, apparently there was another box and this time it was inside my car since it's still raining Mr. Mailman probably put it there rather than the porch (he learned fast) so Oscar wasn't able to mess with Mama's christmas presents (Mr. Mailman outsmart my pups this time hehehehe). My box has a complete set of Lord and Taylor make-up kit, Dior j'adore eau de perfum, frango dark chocolate with Teddy Bear (for my niece Pau-pau), another Lord and Taylor accessories (necklace &amp;amp; earrings). With that I got my early Christmas presents in October. Thank you so much Roanne, I'l wait for my Nine West boots (size 6) and my hobo bag in December hehehe. I'm so grateful I love it all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, I'm still waiting for our wedding rings, my friends at Bahrain promised to get us one I hope they're reading this hihihihi. I think at the rate things are going it's about time to tell "Dada" we need to buy our own, they have stopped talking to me. It's alright they're still my friends but this time if I get rich di ko sila pauutangin ehehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-1564694665279486554?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/1564694665279486554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=1564694665279486554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1564694665279486554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/1564694665279486554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/10/christmas-in-october.html' title='Christmas in October!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyFBmr0Q-WI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZmEJf_qqQvc/s72-c/Blogs+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-6790647456639638835</id><published>2007-10-22T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:35:51.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colby, Colton and the big wide world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyDfvL0Q-GI/AAAAAAAAABM/xdoavJbn_9g/s1600-h/Blogs+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125342377666476130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyDfvL0Q-GI/AAAAAAAAABM/xdoavJbn_9g/s320/Blogs+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was my second day at home when my husband's grandsons came to the house for a visit. Colby and Colton, age 9 and 6 usually come to the house to just stay and talk to their grandpop. Well since it was a friday and they have no school the next day I told my husband to call their mom so they can stay in the house and sleep over that night. Tabitha said yes and the next thing I knew the boys were camping in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These boys doesn't know me from Adam. It was our first meeting and when my husband introduced us to each other the boys started firing me with barrage of questions. How did you get here? You're from where? It was funny how Colton questioned me about my age by asking me "How many are you?" instead of "How old are you?" All those kids stuff that you have to carefully explain to them and in my most teacherly fashion I told them that I'm filipina and that's what you called people from my country which is the Philippines. I thought I explained myself to them real good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then came a surprised, Colton's curiuosity didn't stop there, he took my husband aside and asked him point blank "ny pop are you marrying a mexican" my husband was caught off-guard and laughed about it. He told him that I'm not Mexican, I'm filipino. I actually show them the Philippines in a map and Colton still quizzed me about my riding a big jet and he enthusiastically told me he wish he could ride a big airplane someday. Such a big wish for a small innocent boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next weekend that they stay with me for the night they brought a checkered board that we could play. I prepared them fried chicken and pizza. Colton said I made the best friend chicken in world and he said it with all seriousness. That's a nice compliment but I didn't tell him that we bought the chicken at the grocery, baked it, and presto it's friend chicken. We played checkered board and Colton in his usual 6 yr old would not even win with me but I have to let him win some and I keep telling him that I couldn't let him beat me all the time because it will hurt my "ego". He loves it, I think in his little mind he's happy that he gets to win over someone much older than him. We bonded quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that they always stay with me on weekends. We would take them to the movies, to the pizza parlor, to Wal-mart or to just about any activity that suits kids. They stay with me most time last summer since I'm not working. My husband said I have the patience of Job with kids. Well to begin with, I love kids and my main reason why I let them stay with me some weekends that my husband is at work is the fact that it's hard to be alone most times. To me it matters a whole lot that I get to talk to someone even if it is just a kid rather than being alone with no one to talk to. You get to laugh, do something silly, run, play or have a conversation and learn from them. These are two active boys. Colby who's older is hyper active while Colton the baby is very laid back. Both boys have a broad sphere of interests ranging from toys to balls to machines. Colby knows all about country singers and songs. One time I saw him watching country videos and singing the songs of Rascal Flatts, Toby Keith, or Tim Mc Graw while Colton's interest is football but both of them love baseball. Most especially Colton's love the "hooters" chicken wings I don't know if that is really the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were so may incidents that I learned so many things from them it doesn't matter how mundane it could be . They are wide open being country boys, they play outside and get dirtied. What I especially like about them is the closeness and the love they both have for each other. I've never seen them apart and they always look after one another. I remember what Tabitha said when Colton broke his arm from the trampulin last spring. When Colton fell and started crying because of the pain Colby was comforting his little brother stroking him gentle saying Colton it's gonna be alright, edging him we're here for you. I also, remember when I ran over my puppy and cried they both came to me, reassuringly said stop crying Glenda we love you with a big hugged and I cried more. But sometimes they'll pick on me and tell me you ran over and killed your dog, well they're kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another unforgetable story happened two weeks ago in the car while going to Asheboro for the fall festival. Colby suddenly burst out saying "Glenda, I found you a job. It got the same people like you and speaks like you. They have Mexicans, Japanese, and all other people over there. It's called Tokyo Express, yeah we went there". My husband and I laughed so hard. I told him thank you for the referral Colby I'l check on that. Most times when I'm alone and I remember his words it never ceased me from grinning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We know sometime soon they will have a life of their own and paint their own world in thier own hues. They will grow up, will have different interests, more freedom, develop friendship with some local boys, and the visit will be less (sad). But in the meantime we want them to be kids, enjoy life as it is. My only wish is for them not to grow too fast so we could still enjoy them as they make that transition from being mere boys to men. We know they will make it good later on in life because they both have a good head above their shoulders and good family support. Our only concern is that it's a big world and everyone's vulnerable to just about anything but one thing is constant we will always be there to support protect and see them through. That's Colby and Colton our little rascals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-6790647456639638835?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/6790647456639638835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=6790647456639638835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6790647456639638835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/6790647456639638835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/10/colby-colton-and-big-wide-world.html' title='Colby, Colton and the big wide world!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RyDfvL0Q-GI/AAAAAAAAABM/xdoavJbn_9g/s72-c/Blogs+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-5279500555418631514</id><published>2007-10-13T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:57:06.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our new 2008 Harley Davidson Road Glide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxfRuEOcqoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F9EAocf5Hoo/s1600-h/Asheboro+Fall+Festival+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxfRZ0OcqnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9qle8gn86oA/s1600-h/Asheboro+Fall+Festival+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122793342603405938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxfRZ0OcqnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9qle8gn86oA/s320/Asheboro+Fall+Festival+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a month of waiting our new Harley is finally home. Last friday, my husband and I went down to the Harley shop to check on his new babe. True enough, it is already there and ready for take off. It is so pretty in all it's red candy sunglow color. It was even made perfect by the white tire and the new chrome fork my husband ordered to replace the original ones that comes with the bike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That Harley shop at Sandhills is really a superb place. Darrall (the son's owner) treated my husband like royalty. The most important thing is he gave him a good deal with the bike and I will not go into specifics lest he gets busted by his Dad (hehehehe). He even gave me a free Harley shirt to go with the bike (way to go!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We drove it around the area and when we got back to the shop my ever meticulous husband said he heard some rumbling on his front tire. He told Darrall about it and he said he'll have someone to check it. We headed home since it was past 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon and my husband will be working that night. He called his son Kelly to pick up the Harley and bring it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo and behold, it got home the same day. My husband woke up early the next day. I could see the excitement on his face especially when he asked me to ride with him in town. I begged off. I actually want to give him time to bond with his new babe. Show it off to his friends and fellow Harley enthusiasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day which is a sunday, after our usual lunch and a little talked with her mom we drove the Harley around. It was a sweet ride. I can't complain I told my husband I felt like I was riding a car (meaning it's so comfy). Also, it was a real head turner. I saw this guy who rolled down his car window to look at the Harley. When we parked it at the ice cream shop I've seen people started to mill around her and talk about her. Someone even manage to ride and I overheard someone say it's hooooooot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh no, our new Harley is generating a little buzz. I don't like all the attention but I'll have to learn to deal with it. I just want to enjoy the ride and be oblivious to the crowd, so cheers to our new 2008 Harley Davidson Road glide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-5279500555418631514?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/5279500555418631514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=5279500555418631514&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5279500555418631514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/5279500555418631514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcoming-our-new-2008-harley-davidson.html' title='Welcome to our new 2008 Harley Davidson Road Glide'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxfRZ0OcqnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9qle8gn86oA/s72-c/Asheboro+Fall+Festival+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2432527261968407306</id><published>2007-10-08T12:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:45:45.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nanay and Tatay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oct. 8 is my mother's birthday and my father's on the 10th. They are both 66 and 70 yrs old. I am writing this as a tribute to my parents who I am indebted to for the rest of my life. Aside from my husband, my parents are my life. I love them to death. I am forever grateful for the sacrifices they both endured to nurture and raise seven children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have anything growing up. And we are no different from any other "filipino" family that value education and hardwork. It paid off, I can say that my parents has raised us well. All college educated no one's into drug or any other kind of trouble with the law. We are still not rich but we are sure that we will all have a bright future ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only give the world to my parents I will do it in a heartbeat. I want them to enjoy the things that they didn't get to experience while rearing seven kids. All they did was work hard to the point that it's the kids first before themselves.  Job well done nanay and tatay, God has blessed you tremendously. You will always have my respect and my love. The wheel of kindness will roll and it's now your turn to sit down and enjoy the world. I promise you I will give it both to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both and happy birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2432527261968407306?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2432527261968407306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2432527261968407306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2432527261968407306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2432527261968407306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-nanay-and-tatay.html' title='Happy Birthday Nanay and Tatay!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-764616170583558136</id><published>2007-10-07T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:35:22.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adolph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doberman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beagle puupies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar n Fred'/><title type='text'>Tale of two beagle Puppies Oscar and Fred!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxguK0OcqpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y7VivDRjp3k/s1600-h/oscar-fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122895339486751378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxguK0OcqpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y7VivDRjp3k/s320/oscar-fred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/Rwmg709eerI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f8eM_a5N34M/s1600-h/Robbins+Farmer%27s+Week+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RwmgeU9eeqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f85iaQMMupM/s1600-h/Glenda+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118798894366358178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RwmgeU9eeqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f85iaQMMupM/s320/Glenda+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last May, my husband decided to put our Doberman (Adolph) up for adoption. He's so big over 100 lbs considering that he's just an eight month old puppy at that time. And for someone as small as me feeding him or opening or locking him up on his pen is a major task. Boy he's a sleek and beautiful dog and you cannot discount his loyalty especially to my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But our main reason why we have to let him go is because Adolph has become so destructive. He tore up to pieces anything that will get on his way. He tore up to pieces our water hose and the neighbors too. He shredded Kelly's bedsheets that he's suppose to bring to the laundry and mind you it's an expensive one. He sunk his teeth on Kelly's drop cord that we ended up replacing it and his waterhose too. We often get a call from Kelly telling his daddy that Adolph destroyed this and that. I think the last straw was when Adolph killed Kelly's kitten. Tabitha told me that she's never seen Kelly so distraught and broken hearted in her life until that incident. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JP my husband's liuetenant at work has took Adolph in. We're happy that he's with a good family that spoils him and care for him. We have since gotten two beagle puppies Fred and Dallas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time flies so fast. I remember when we first got Fred and Dallas then, they were just a teeny weeny six weeks old beagle puppies. They're so cute. My husband's officer gave them to us when their dog gave birth to 12 puppies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They almost didn't make it one time last June when they got sick. Fred was so weak and suffered diarrhea. Although Dallas wasn't as bad as Fred you could tell that he too is ill. I got so worried that they'll not make it through another day. Lynn's in a meeting that day and when he got home around 1:00pm I told him about Fred's condition. He called the Vet but the doctor wasn't in the office yet. Lynn told the Vet Assistant that he suspected it was "parvo" and she informed him that there's nothing that they could do and bringing them to the Vet's office would only be an exercise in futility much so, it will cost us alot of money. She said we could try buying a milk replacer with colostrum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We immediately drove to Asheboro and bought that milk replacer. When we got home we tried feeding them through syringe and I painstakingly took charge in waking up in the middle of the night and forced them especially Fred to swallow the milk replacer. For two days it was a routine. The third day was a breeze. My puppies has improved alot . They're both back to their old selves running around and finally eating their dog food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After a week of my puppies bout with that God knows what kind of desease (to this day we don't know if it was parvo or just a case of weaning them too early from their mama). One Wednesday morning around 10:00 am my husband was washing his truck on the other end of the building when I decided to drive our car and washed it too. I saw Fred on the porch sleeping. I didn't know where Dallas was. After washing the car I parked the car and my husband and I went inside the house for lunch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As we were having lunch Caleb (our 16 yr old grandson) knocked and asked us what happened to Dallas. We said he's sleeping outside. Caleb said I don't think so, go outside and check. My husband went outside and there was Dallas dead on the driveway. It was my fault. I didn't check him when I drove the car to the building to wash it. I ran over him. It stopped my world for a minute. My husband took his lifeless body to the back yard with the boys(Colby,Colton,Caleb) in tow to bury him. Our day was ruined, we didn't finish our lunch and I ran to the bathroom locked myself in and cried. It was a tragedy and to this day I still feel guilty about that accident. I stop dwelling about it because I know it happened for a reason and accident do happen even to the most careful person. The important thing is I learned a lesson in a painful way. I will always have Dallas fondest memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day Lynn and I got a new beagle to replace Dallas. I named him Oscar. He looks exactly like Fred totally different from lemon and white color that Dallas got. Now that Fred's grown to about Oscar's size I have a hard time distinguishing one from the other. The first thing that I have to look to differentiate them from each other is their tail. Fred's tail sticks up all the time and Oscar is always pointing downward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can say they're smart especially Oscar. He's such a sweetheart eventhough Fred's the cutest between the two of them. It's Oscar who's the leader of the two. Oscar's faster and Fred's the usual follower. Oscar hates taking a bath. Everytime I put them in the tub to shower he barks and whines continuously while Fred chills out. They're adorable. We bought them a bed and it's getting smaller for the two of them. They have toys to play with. It's funny how they get to play with their teddy bear in yard. Sometimes I'l find the bear under the car, beside the tree or else it will be sitting in the porch. I love it when they get to play with real people's toys. I enjoy watching them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I let them ride with me in the car to get our mail. It's our routine and they love it. I feed them scrap food. My husband said it will ruined their palate and would stop eating dog food. Well I do it behind his back and they like it, it made them fat especially Fred. His big belly is starting to swell. I actually give them table food as reward tho' we buy them beef sticks dog treats. My husband said I spoiled them so much. I think, I do. They make my day. They follow me everywhere I go or aggravate me no end. They're my walking buddies well Oscar is, Fred is too slow to walk with me. I usually leashed them but now everytime I do my afternoon walk I just let them follow me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oscar is a sweet dog and he's such a giving and protective big brother to Fred. I remember one time when I couldn't find them and I would call out loud thier names Oscar would emerge from the woods in a spin while it takes Fred forever to get out of the woods. It's funny because they're totally opposite. Fred is very laidback or plain lazy (sleeps alot) while Oscar is always on the move. I think it's Fred's short legs or I think I just "babyed " him to much since I really got him when he's too young while we got Oscar when he's 2.5 mos old and has a mind of his own. I also think I have over protected Fred. If he gets out of my sight I hollered out for his name and he comes to me. He wasn't able to explore his world on his own until we got Oscar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now they have a life of their own. They go down to Kelly's up to mama's and Tabitha's. It doesn't worry me much anymore because I know they will always head back home. And home is where they will always be cared for, feed and protected. Oscar and Fred are my two beagle puppies and their Dada and I love them so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-764616170583558136?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/764616170583558136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=764616170583558136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/764616170583558136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/764616170583558136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/09/tale-of-two-beagle-puppies-oscar-and.html' title='Tale of two beagle Puppies Oscar and Fred!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxguK0OcqpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y7VivDRjp3k/s72-c/oscar-fred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2583580052760446996</id><published>2007-09-25T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:14:37.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!</title><content type='html'>The last three days I was depressed for no apparent reason, well yes there were reasons. I felt lonely because I've been here in the US for seven months and I have the same routine day in and day out. In other words I am bored to death. I want a job, I told my husband when I called him at work one night and discussed some probable job prospectives that were set before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that simple conversation about a possible job opportunity in the city one hour away from our place didn't stop on that phone but turned into a frenzy of non-stop email exchanges. It came to a point that I told him I wanted to come back home, he said do whatever will make you happy or words to that effect. I always tell that to my husband, threathened him that I'l be going home if he won't give what I want. He's always been good to me, he actually spoiles me and I shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the saying "an idle mind is the devil's workshop". When you're bored you get to think of so many things, most them are horrendous and you thought that the whole world is conniving against you. A friend's email has this bible verse Psalms 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God". Then it hits me, I stopped and reflect on God's words and I felt good. I know the Lord hasn't abondoned me nor wasn't he listening. He has blessed me abundantly each day. The fact that I was able to wake up each morning, get to do the things that I like to do like sleep all day, read, surf the net or the liberty of just sitting outside the porch doing nothing and just listen to the birds and play with my puppies. Plus, the time spent with my husband which I should savor while I'm still not working is a marvelous blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, a time alone with yourself should make you submit into a little introspection. What kind of life have I been living all this time? I've been working all my life in Manila. I know what hard work is, I was raised into it. I value it. Who says life isn't boring? It can be and in my quest to overcome boredom I get to discover so many things about myself. One is that is I can actually write or blog which I've been dreaming for the longest time. I get to experiment on cooking especially baking (blew it twice and my puppies had a field day eating my self concocted cake recipe). I get to value money more, with no work and one paycheck on our coffers I only buy what is necessary and what we can consume. Even the simplest things, I found out that I love the smell of newly mowed grass never knew it before. I get to read the bible again and immerse in God's words. I can say I am an eternal optimist and what I'm going through at the moment "this too shall pass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly the lord will open your eyes to see his blessings and let him work in your life. Today, I also got a blessing from a friend who wants to remain anonymous, she sent me $100 on the mail. She said it's a wedding presents from her. Blessings come in many different forms and circumstances. Most times our human nature fail to recognize it even though it has been right in front of us for the longest time. It happens to me countless times. I should just sit down and count my blessings. It's our choice but to me I chose to buckle down and count. I got a lot from the Lord. Actually I couldn't count it with my little hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover it today and it will make you happy. My prayer for everyone is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God". Heavenly Father, I am sorry that today I almost did not recognize you. Lost in my own thoughts about the unanswered prayers you reminded me that I should be still and let you work your own way into our lives. Father God I lift up to you people who have lost hope in life, lost hope in you, doubted you. I pray that you touch their heart and let them realize that you are our living God and that you'll answer our prayers in your own time. Give us a thankful heart for all the countless blessings we fail to recognize and that you made it all possible. Sorry for my whining and compalining Lord, please forgive me. In Jesus mighty name, Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2583580052760446996?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2583580052760446996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2583580052760446996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2583580052760446996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2583580052760446996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/09/bored.html' title='Bored!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-2288969987760843185</id><published>2007-09-25T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:57:14.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived Night Driving!</title><content type='html'>We had set saturday night this week for our movie date. We went to see the movie 3:10 to Yuma last night. It was a good movie and we both enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback scenes before going to the movie. Checked out the net for the schedules of the cinemas at Randolph Mall at Asheboro and Sandhills Cinemas at Southern Pines. Asheboro is less than 30 mins drive from home while Southern Pines is 45 mins away. 3:10 to Yuma is not available at Randolph Mall so we decided to go to Southern Pines and set to see the 7:15pm screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm the designated chaueffer. We left the house around 5:45 and I manuevered my way to the country road on my big buddy Buick. Between driving and singing my worship song in the car. We changed route this time. We used Lakey Siding Road from the usual Old Plank Road which I became so familiar with that I've memorized every curve it has. I'm scared of Lakey Siding Road because it's narrow, has this very steep and curvy road. I dread passing through that road. It makes every bones in my body chill and I feel that it will take time for me to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a smooth ride and don't ask my husband about it because he'll never compliment me despite getting to our destination in one piece hehehehe Yes it was a good ride, with my occasional drifting and steering wheel wobbling or my speed limit dropping off I'm happy with my performance this time. Indeed practice makes perfect. We made it to Highway 2427 then 215 and then Southern Pines. Oh I also hate the traffic especially at the circle which I have to yield to ongoing traffic. I survived that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now we're at Southern Pines, hubby said he's hungry and we have to swing by the Chinese Resto to have dinner. I decided against it. I ate sandwhich and left over salad from the other night before we left home (while he's taking a nap). We went instead to Fresh Market to buy a roasted beef sandwhich and drink for my already starving husband. We like Fresh Market it's beautiful, a little expensive, and I guess it's a high-end store that caters to the mostly rich Yankees that has migrated to Southern Pines and it's neighboring golf course villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got my husband's take-out food. Now the trouble was I didn't bring my purse and food is not allowed inside the theather. Had I have it with me we could simple hide it inside and he could have a good time eating a roast beef sandwhich inside the cinemas. Well what he did was eat while I steered the car to the parking lot. I found a good spot away from other cars. At the far end corner but unfortunately someone got beside me that quick or I was slow that I found out we're no longer alone in my little corner. Geez hubby's eatin' while I was drivin' has to be careful and give him time to munch on his big take-out that can't be taken inside the movie house hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the cinema and the movie was finished by 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's night time driving for me. It's my first time. As usual Lynn has to help me get out of the maze while I gingerly zigzag my way out of the parking lot and off to the road. It was a struggle for me. I literally prayed the whole time that I was driving. My eyes give me additional trouble or so I guess but I think I was finding excuse for my sloppy driving or I was uncomfortable driving at night. There's the usual cussing from my husband who totally think that Colby his (9 yr old grandson) is far better driver than me. My errors as my husband put it, are too many to count. I clicked the highbeam light together with right hand signal and within distance from another car on the other side of the road (it was a dangerous thing mind you) or I was too fast while passing a state trooper and boy you could imagine the horror on my husband's face.  I still get the usual flank. You can't be sensitive with him or else the marriage will be out in the drain and I'l be heading home ASAP back to the Phils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has constantly chastised me that I actually got used to it or I'm just taking it all in stride. Most times tears will just roll down my face while driving while your husband thought your a "dummy" for not listening to his yakking. "Give me some gas", or "you're drifting to the yellow lane", "what's that dumb move" and all that dialogue that one time pushed me to the edge and put the brakes, stopped on the side of the road and slammed the door and moved to the passenger seat. There was total silence for an hour.  After the heat subsided I reclaimed my driving seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night was no exception, I was thinking that he will be good to me considering that this was the first time that I will be doing it. He wasn't that bad at all he didn't let me go through my dreaded Lakey Siding Road. Still, we managed to get home safely.  And I survived night driving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-2288969987760843185?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/2288969987760843185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=2288969987760843185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2288969987760843185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/2288969987760843185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-survived-night-driving.html' title='I Survived Night Driving!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-4370861432173970737</id><published>2007-09-25T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:31:13.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 Harley Davidson Road Glide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinehurst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harley Davidson'/><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye to a Harley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxguiUOcqqI/AAAAAAAAABE/2P7SODxaj-I/s1600-h/lynnbike01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122895743213677218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxguiUOcqqI/AAAAAAAAABE/2P7SODxaj-I/s320/lynnbike01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RvnBMdbDpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iPf177_Rzno/s1600-h/lynnbike01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband has put up his 2005 Harley Davidson Softail Deluxe for sale at the Harley Shop down at Pinehurst. It's been a week and the silence of the usually loud Harley has put our household to kinda different atmosphere. It has affected us in ways I cannot described. I think I missed it. Oh I missed it's sound when it first cranks up, it's like saying here I am making my presence felt so listen up and look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my husband's baby, you know Americans fascination with big toys for big boys. To put it in another perspective it's the third woman in our relationship. At the beginning I was kinda jealous of her but day by day she has slowly gotten her way into my heart and though it's hard to admit I love her! I enjoy being around her all the time. Again, I missed her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the Harley around our life has turned to a new direction and that is my car and my driving but that is another story. I'l write a piece about that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is off this weekend. It has cooled a little bit from the triple degrees weather we had for several weeks and it's perfect riding moment. We could have taken off and enjoy the ride but without her we are in total disarray. We try not to dwell on her but she's been a big part of our life and no matter how we tried to focus on something else she will always somehow manage to make us missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over six months since I first got to know her. I remember when I first saw her. She's beautiful and sleek, always clean and shiny, and the envy of many. My husband has been with her for two years and he said it was a loving relationship. Before I got here they did so many things together and have been to different places. He has spoiled her with so many extra additions to her already beautiful look. From my husband's calculation he spent about $2k for new pipes, chrome handle bars, chrome inside fenders, chrome clutch and you name it she has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that she is and the pain of being separated from someone you have grown to love. I've let her go. I am happy and excited to have our new 2008 Harley Davidson Road Glide soon. I can't wait to be on the road again and share my husband with a new woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-4370861432173970737?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/4370861432173970737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=4370861432173970737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4370861432173970737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/4370861432173970737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/09/saying-goodbye-to-harley.html' title='Saying Goodbye to a Harley!'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5JZmM8SAKw/RxguiUOcqqI/AAAAAAAAABE/2P7SODxaj-I/s72-c/lynnbike01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6294389073539181628.post-100642429932750037</id><published>2007-09-25T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:34:43.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbins NC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harley Davidson'/><title type='text'>My Seventh Month In America</title><content type='html'>Hello yawl (like how we say it here in the south)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to write about my journey here in the US and it took close to seventh month before I finally started to do it. This is my first blog and it summarizes my journey and a little of my life and there's more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a "certified southern filipina country girl". We live in a smalltown with a population of about 2k and acres upon acres of land before us. The town of Robbins in North Carolina is the hometown where democratic presidential candidate John Edward was raised. He and my husband went school together at North Moore High School. Despite the fact that Robbins has a famous hometown boy, still this is an Elephant town (that's another interesting story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my nearest neighbors are my mother-in-law and my step daughter and so many trees in between us so I couldn't even see their houses from where we live and my stepson lives at the hill behind the woods from us. I need to drive to their place everytime I want to visit them. They are all good to me and I love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big adjustment for me. I used to work at the one of the big corporations back in Manila at one of the progressive business district and commute by FX or MRT everyday. When I got here six months ago I was in shocked. At night, and you're driving it is dark on the road not unless you're in the city but outside of city limits your car's light is the only thing that illuminates the road. There's no row of lamp posts in the street unlike back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Manila, we have the convenience and easy access to a shopping mall and anytime you get bored you could just commute and window shop even if we don't have the money. Here if you don't know how to drive and husband is working you're useless and will be stucked at home. So for someone like me that only know jeepney, MRT, cabs or FX as a means of transportation, driving was one of my first few days order of business so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never drove back home and they say that country driving is easy but here our road is mostly hilly or curvy and I've cried bucket full of tears while my husband has been teaching me how to drive. It was a big challenge, my husband is the nicest person on earth but when it comes to my driving he's got zero tolerance and I understand him since his dad and his little brother we're both killed in a wrecked six mos apart. I used to tease him that my driving will be the cause of our divorce but now that I'm chauffering him anywhere we go and he has been complementing me, said I've improved alot getting a license for someone like me has been very empowering and liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've now become adjusted with the southern food. I've learned how to cook beans, baked biscuits and cornbread from scratch, cajun, casserole but still I have my rice. I've been all by myself at night since my husband works third shift as Correctional Captain but the good thing is he only works 2 or 5x every other week. And he got me two beagle puppies for companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it here, the people are so nice. It's very laidback and simple far cry from the very toxic life I've been living back in Manila. I used to spend almost 12hrs a day at work most times and at month end closing we stay overnight and sometimes work on sat and sun. I do get bored here many times, cried from missing my family but messenger is a big help and my wonderful husband has been so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do so many things together tho' I still let him go out to see and talk to his buddies. We go to the gym together, we go out on dates every other friday that he's off from work, dine out, watch movie, church, going to the bookstore, car shows, harley davidson shop, ebay or me driving the country road stopping only for a little treat of ice cream or coffee or we just take off on his Harley and drive miles upon miles as I watch the world goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now starting to find work and got so many calls in the big city which I couldn't accept because it's all either an hr or two hrs away from our place. I think for now my only chance to find work here is at the county or community college which is 20 mins away from our place. I know it will still be a long journey but couldn't ask for anything more, life has been great and I'm so blessed... Goodluck to yawl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6294389073539181628-100642429932750037?l=maldita12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/feeds/100642429932750037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6294389073539181628&amp;postID=100642429932750037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/100642429932750037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6294389073539181628/posts/default/100642429932750037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldita12.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-yawl-like-how-we-say-it-here-in.html' title='My Seventh Month In America'/><author><name>Malditang Pinay!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631646882605360831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
