Monday, November 16, 2009
There is a theory in greek mythology that talks about the "primeval man."
This creature had four arms, four legs, and a single head with two faces.
It is said that Zeus was jealous of this creature so he cut them it half and separated the two halves by putting them in opposite sides of the world. For centuries the new creatures have looked and looked for their other halves in hopes that they once again will become whole.
That is what I define as "looking for your soul mate."
I think I found mine hence why I'm writing this. I found a man a few years ago who may very well be my other half. He is the total opposite of me, he is everything I am not, exactly what I've been looking for. He completes me. Yes, yes, I know it sounds corny, but heck, I cannot tell a lie.
Therefore, I will list the ways "my other half" makes me happy.
-He is always looking to please me, whether it's letting me win an argument or buying that special thing I've been wanting for months.
-He always tells me he loves me, even if it's the 100th time in a day.
-He promises me the world and he always keeps his promises.
-He makes sacrifices for me even if it costs him more than what he bargains for.
-He is a great father, need I said more?
-When he looks into my eyes, I can see right into his heart.
-We can talk about anything and everything. (This will come in handy when we're old.)
-When I'm around him I feel safe.
-He is my best friend. How lucky can a girl get!
I could go on and on, but you get the point. I know I promised him I would blog about him some day and no I didn't do this to make him feel happy. I did this because I am proud of him and I want the world to know it.
I love you Poochi!
This creature had four arms, four legs, and a single head with two faces.
It is said that Zeus was jealous of this creature so he cut them it half and separated the two halves by putting them in opposite sides of the world. For centuries the new creatures have looked and looked for their other halves in hopes that they once again will become whole.
That is what I define as "looking for your soul mate."
I think I found mine hence why I'm writing this. I found a man a few years ago who may very well be my other half. He is the total opposite of me, he is everything I am not, exactly what I've been looking for. He completes me. Yes, yes, I know it sounds corny, but heck, I cannot tell a lie.
Therefore, I will list the ways "my other half" makes me happy.
-He is always looking to please me, whether it's letting me win an argument or buying that special thing I've been wanting for months.
-He always tells me he loves me, even if it's the 100th time in a day.
-He promises me the world and he always keeps his promises.
-He makes sacrifices for me even if it costs him more than what he bargains for.
-He is a great father, need I said more?
-When he looks into my eyes, I can see right into his heart.
-We can talk about anything and everything. (This will come in handy when we're old.)
-When I'm around him I feel safe.
-He is my best friend. How lucky can a girl get!
I could go on and on, but you get the point. I know I promised him I would blog about him some day and no I didn't do this to make him feel happy. I did this because I am proud of him and I want the world to know it.
I love you Poochi!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Oh my, here I go with the ranting.
I was at the hospital the other day because Ronald had a minor back injury at work. We went about the regular routine of signing in, getting his vitals and then seeing the doctor. Afterward, we were waiting for him to be called up and get his flu shots done and do some blood-work. All was fine until the very end when we were about to leave. This lady stops me on my way out and she compliments my baby. She says "How cute, he is adorable!"
I don't mean to brag but I have to admit that I'm pretty used to comments like that. My baby is heck too adorable!
I smiled at her and thanked her, as I was about to attempt to leave again she asked me "How old is he?" "Three months" I replied. She then completely changed her happy expression and said "You need to take care of him you know?"
What?
"I do take care of him" I said.
"You shouldn't feed him too much"
Double what??
"I'm not!" I replied.
Now before you start telling me I overreacted, I just want to point out that it was not only what she said, but how she said it. In those short sentences she practically accused me of neglect and putting my baby in the path of obesity!
I know she wanted to say more, but I simply thanked her again and moved on. I know that if she had continued to pursue the conversation I would have snapped at her and would have probably given her a speech on how my baby is breastfed and he gets the right amount of food he needs.
Now, please understand that I have nothing against formula fed babies, I just consider myself lucky to have such wonderful partner who is working non-stop so that I don't have to and just dedicate myself to my baby. There is nothing stopping me and I have full support of friends, family and doctor.
That being said, I know enough to understand how breastfed babies are supposed to look like. Plump, chubby, and round. They're adorable. No, I'm not overfeeding him, he gets what he needs, and if he needs more he'll work for it and have some more.
Anyway, my rant is over now, I just wish this lady took her own advise and looked at herself in the mirror before judging my perfectly michellin baby, she wasn't exactly miss universe if you know what I mean.
I was at the hospital the other day because Ronald had a minor back injury at work. We went about the regular routine of signing in, getting his vitals and then seeing the doctor. Afterward, we were waiting for him to be called up and get his flu shots done and do some blood-work. All was fine until the very end when we were about to leave. This lady stops me on my way out and she compliments my baby. She says "How cute, he is adorable!"
I don't mean to brag but I have to admit that I'm pretty used to comments like that. My baby is heck too adorable!
I smiled at her and thanked her, as I was about to attempt to leave again she asked me "How old is he?" "Three months" I replied. She then completely changed her happy expression and said "You need to take care of him you know?"
What?
"I do take care of him" I said.
"You shouldn't feed him too much"
Double what??
"I'm not!" I replied.
Now before you start telling me I overreacted, I just want to point out that it was not only what she said, but how she said it. In those short sentences she practically accused me of neglect and putting my baby in the path of obesity!
I know she wanted to say more, but I simply thanked her again and moved on. I know that if she had continued to pursue the conversation I would have snapped at her and would have probably given her a speech on how my baby is breastfed and he gets the right amount of food he needs.
Now, please understand that I have nothing against formula fed babies, I just consider myself lucky to have such wonderful partner who is working non-stop so that I don't have to and just dedicate myself to my baby. There is nothing stopping me and I have full support of friends, family and doctor.
That being said, I know enough to understand how breastfed babies are supposed to look like. Plump, chubby, and round. They're adorable. No, I'm not overfeeding him, he gets what he needs, and if he needs more he'll work for it and have some more.
Anyway, my rant is over now, I just wish this lady took her own advise and looked at herself in the mirror before judging my perfectly michellin baby, she wasn't exactly miss universe if you know what I mean.
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