a little something that will touch your heart and be proud of! now i’m crying again!
Posted by pinoymom on April 22, 2008
Posted by pinoymom on April 18, 2008
yes it is normally the day when i do laundry for the week.
and it just dawned on me now that this is going great, not the laundry but this new journal and it is starting to be a morning ritual to me now. well, for two consecutive days, that is:)
i am watching my morning news. i happen to sort of get connected to New York and everything we left behind there, by watching Diane Sawyer, Robin Roberts and Sam Champion:) everyday. Though i have to start my laundry early if i want more time later on visiting my favorite sites that i visit on a regular basis.
Watching while having my daily dose of caffeine, now i guess even more since i paired it with this very scrumptiuos Tiramisu! I have made my own Tiramisu a number of times before but this one, it’s store-bought. and i must say, it’s quite good for a couple of dollars or so, and not just one slice…it’s one whole box of about 6″ x 6″. there is nothing special about making one, i mean anyone can make tiramisu, it’s really very easy! but hey, for $2.50 why waste precious time making one!
by the way, the kids are here since my bunso is not feeling very well last night. “i have sore throat and a headache, mom”:( that’s the thing. when one kid isn’t feeling good to go to school, the other won’t be able to go too since i am the only one who brings them to school. and i can’t leave the sick kid at home alone, even if he’s not sick..at that:) so everyone is on a holiday today!
now for my laundry…right after ellen’s interview with michael johns:) i really don’t think he deserved to be voted off last week from Idol!
Posted by pinoymom on April 17, 2008
i am in a particular dilemma. i am thinking of making money out of my website. the thing is, i am not sure which site i will use for this new…shall i say goal i am trying to put my hands on. is it the spiCes food+style page that i have established for almost 3 years now, or this newborn pinoymommy journal that is only a week old?
you see, the designer in me softly whispers to me that i want to maintain that clean minimalist look of spiCes. i am a bit afraid that advertisements and links would ruin that sense one way or the other. it has been more of a photography blog of my kitchen adventures recently and i am thinking putting up ads would not be as appropriate.
but the major factor for which i think that site is a better option and way beyond more chances to make money is that it has been up and running for a longer time…much more longer time at that.
in comparison to this one which is like a new place yet to be explored in which i intend to put in anything and everything under the sun, but mostly my life in Massachusetts as a stay-at-home mom/wife, be it cooking, cleaning, doing the dishes, photography, design, sewing, crafts, shopping, loving, being loved, joys and pains, tv shows, fab finds…you name it. this being, would be more like a variety show compared to just watching a teleserye, listening to the news rather than a song!
i would also love to brag about my latest creations whether its a logo, a banner, my new-found way of expressing the artist in me…digital scrapbooking or a new throw pillow cover that i have sewn.
the idea of making some income out of blogging just hit me recently when a friend told me about it. i have started doing surveys online so might as well do this thing since i am a certified laptop-lover/i-phone i-tapper spending a majority of my time in front, under, over these electronic buddies every single day! morning, lunchtime, in the school waiting for my kids, dinnertime even in the wee hours at night! that there are times i feel guilty about since i get that nagging thought telling me i should be doing more productive chores instead of just tapping away, just like right this very minute!
but then again, it has been a way of life for me ever since i started. a perennial stream that just wont stop flowing. it is a part of me. and i just can’t ignore it.
anyway, back to my deliberation…i have just added adsense into my spiCes website, and if i get approved then i think that would be it! does that mean i would also be doing random posts in it? oh! as they say, i’ll cross the bridge when the bridge is in sight! happy thursday to all!
Posted by pinoymom on April 12, 2008
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking, “Can’t you see I’m on the phone?” Obviously not. No one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being.
I’m a clock to ask, “What time is it?” I’m a satellite guide to answer, “What number is the ?” I’m a car to order, “Right around 5:30, please.”
I was certain that these were the hands that on ce held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated – but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She’s going .. she’s going …. she’s gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about thehotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, ” I brought you this. ” It was a book on the . I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription: “With admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.”
In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
* No one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names.* These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
* They made great sacrifices and expected no credit..
* The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, “Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.”
And the workman replied, “Because God sees.”
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, “I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see right now what it will become.”
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self- centeredness. It is the antidote to my stubborn pride.
When I really think about it, I don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for, “My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.” That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, “You’re gonna love it there.”
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot see if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
how timely that i just read this now from my email. a friend sent it. another mother of two, just like me. when awhile ago, i had no idea what to put in my very first post. something to reflect on, i find this very appropriate not only for the title of my blog but in a way, this sums up the very being of my existence now.
i am a stay-at-home housewife and a mother of two beautiful kids. a girl and a boy. and this is my life.