Making A Happy List Makes Me Happy...

1. Yllac's top-knot. Photo evidence to follow.
2. Lots of cuddling.
3. Movie nights.
4. Give up my need to always be right, give up complaining, give up living my life to other people's expectation. c",) weehee! Give up all the nonsense stuff. yah know what I mean?
5. Fluffy slippers and Joseph Gordon Levitt. yah know what I mean?
6. Finding a special treasure at the thrift store. yah know what I mean?
7. Reading at least 2 chapters of Inferno every night before my whole body completely shut down.
8. Chicken wings.
9. Skype.
10. NAPTIME.

Single parenting can be a slog sometimes. Jayson has been away for almost two months now. TWO MONTHS. I am just happy we are still alive here. But you know me, Im a bit dramatic most times. But you get it right? And then some days start to feel blue, I try my best to see the silver linings of a slugging week. I mean, that's the whole point of a Happy List, to see and appreciate the little things, even when you are exhausted, and home-sick, and your back is killing you from being your toddler's horsy ride -actually that was fun, or sleep deprived - never fun, or up to your lashes in poop - hilarious! 

Happy Weekend folks. I wish you a long fun weekend. 

1000th Blog Post! HEllo!!!!

...this is how we roll inside the elevator.

For my 1000th blog post I wanted to talk about how our in house mosquitoes drove us out of our home last weekend... Exciting ei?

So it's been raining for the last two weeks. FUN! lemme tell you I am having fun. But last weekend we woke up to a gazillion of partying mosquitoes mostly having the time of their pesky lives on our dinning and kitchen area. Yllac served as their breakfast and they ate my legs for lunch. We were outnumbered. It was like a scene in Piranha 3DD. Yup I happened to watch that two days ago and it scared the shoot out of me. Not really. But Yllac loves it. He thinks those fish and the people are just having a rough play. So, I ran out of ammos aka baygon, but I still have a little left in one of my cans. So we decided to go out and get more. This is waaaaar people! But before all the bloodshed, I massacred three or maybe four of them inside our bedroom. Clean kill. I gassed them to death. So happy. Thrilled! And then we took off. So, how you may ask they got inside our house on the first place? Well, they happen to be so good at hiding inside our laundry. Since it's raining non stop last week, we dry our clothes on the shaded area at the back of our home. Little did we know, that these piranha mosquitoes hide inside our clothes and they unleash their deamoness when they reach inside our home. Brilliant pests! But God made people intelligenter than these goons and BAAAM! - on the eight day, there was Baygon.

So anyhoooo... I took a lot of pictures that day too. What else is new?  Here they are.

endless entertainment for my toddler

jackstones! nope, i did not get him one. he'd eat the stars Im pretty sure

the killers

Yllac checking out the laaadies, and oooh i tried a black pants. Did.Not.Fit.

i am dying with his man-of-steel-hair. This hair is mama-approved!

These days, Mickey Mouse is our third wheel. Goes with us everywhere. Also last weekend, was the cheapest date of my life. I ordered two servings of maki for me and a bowl of sticky rice for Yllac and two glasses of red iced tea for 190 pesos. I mean, small town lifestyle is groovin' the best of my life.

Sooooo, this is my 1000th post. WOW! I am a talker huh? Seriously, I don't know what I'm doing here talking about bits and pieces of my life. Right now, I felt like a totally different person from the person I was when I started this blog. A lot has changed. And what a surprise that you are still here. Thank you for being a huge supporter of this blog all these years. Sometimes I wonder what you really think of me? But I choose not to know. Those are some dangerous territories I am not gonna explore. But you know, I can't choose what people will take from this blog, but I hope you will take with you the spirit and message of finding the joy and fun in life. Life is not perfect. In a perfect world, we're all Brad Pitts and Angelina Jolies. But we're not. I am Denise and you are YOU. Unique. Sometimes life is a big freak, but I choose to look at what I am blessed than seek for what I do not have. It's a lot of work, will power and a lot of self hypnosis to find the joy in my daily life. I guess it's all about positivity. It's difficult but not impossible. c",) Happy Wednesday folks.

Fist pump to 1000th post! yay!

Mirror Image...

Okay, I can explain.

More than a month ago I set up my tripod outside our home hoping to shoot myself. c",) This is all I can say, It was faaaaareaking hard and difficult to shoot yourself. The timer, the running, the holding-your-breath after you've run to pose and then your timer sets off just in time for your half wink. I mean I can't do that. After all that, I gave up. I felt like a clown. I felt ridiculous. It was ridiculous.

so, this was me yesterday. After Yllac fell asleep, like a speeding cray cray bullet I picked up these two amazing thrift-find piece that I've been dying to try on since the day I got them. In my mind they would look great together. Even though they have opposing prints, but since the colors don't compete and stay in the same color pattern, they looked alright. 

Oh well, I really miss dressing up, for realzzz. But for the meantime, this is fun. This imaginary outfit... as if Im going somewhere. This should be fun right? Dressing up for no reason at all. I mean, i gotta do, what I gotta do.. yah know what I mean?

top and skirt: thrift

heels: Zara

This Morning...

I don't drink fresh brewed coffee anymore. And that is one of the reason why I miss Jayson so so so so so so so so so so soooooooooooooo much, because he makes the best fresh pot of coffee every morning - i wake up to a mug of it right on top of my bedside table. The first sip is always the best. Like my life depends on it. And this morning while Yllac was still drooling on his pillow I managed to grind some fresh beans, the aroma filled my kitchen like a heavy fog in my heart. It was like a perfume. Soon as it hit my senses a flash of warm fuzzy memories came to me. As if Jayson is here, working his way in our kitchen and he is home. I love it. It was like dreaming. But I woke up from my own dream when I tasted my coffee and it's not as good as Jayson used to make. But the smell...it was so him. I guess that's it - this coffee smelling thing, it's gonna be a morning ritual from now on until he comes home. c",)