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School Project

Why does it always seem that my sons’ school project ultimately ends up being mine.  Not that I mind doing it, I have actually shooed him away on occasions and have sequestered his project as my own. Hmmm, we’re done with simple circuits, let’s move on to more serious stuff! HAHA!

Proud Daddy

My kids got their report cards last Friday and I was pleasantly surprised, nay, deliriously happy with the results. Dino, my eldest, who’s now Grade 5 in Lourdes School in Mandaluyong, improved his grade point average by 3 points, increasing from 83 to 86 making him break the class Top 10 for the first time at number 9. Marco who’s in Prep, who I rarely see open a book, much less study had straight E’s in his card. E apparently meaning “Evident” in this politically correct grading system.  Who cares! I was ecstatic! This has not been easy for all of us, particulary for Dino, since Lourdes adopted the Trimestral form of the school year.  The amount of things to study are far more than what I encountered, or chose to encounter wheh I was studying. Great job kids! Your Mom and Dad love you very much and are very proud of...

Christmas Day

What a Christmas. I told you it should have passed my by. My Dad’s back in the Intensive Care Unit after suffering what the ER doctor’s told us was a near heart attack of his newly bypassed heart due to complications from pneumonia. It was a bit fortuitous that we got to go the house earlier than usual since we had a chance to say our hellos and Christmas greetings before he fell ill. Noche Buena, for the first time in the Isidro household was totally incomplete. My Dad and 3 of my siblings were at the hospital. We, the ones that stayed behind, trying to be all Christmas cheery. I was totally exhausted by the time my kids opened their Christmas gifts. What a Christmas. Saw a friend at the hospital and found out from him that Sen. Bobby Barbers had just passed away that minute. Cong. Ace Barbers is the ninong of my youngest son Marco and a very good friend from way back. My condolences to the family. I never got to meet Popsie but from all the stories I got from Ace and his brothers Dean and Gov. Lyndon, I sure got to know him. What a Christmas...

In no Christmas Mood

Christmas is fast approaching and I just wish it would pass me by a bit quickly this year. This has not been a good year for me, financially, and emotionally. I don’t think anybody’s been spared financially this year, so no use in complaining about that. My emotional strain has come from my Dad’s physical condition. After having his triple bypass operation last August, or was it September, he’s now back in the hospital suffering from a bacterial infection in his lungs. Things are hopefully going to get a lot better but the damage has been done, I am drained, with a few days before Christmas, I have lost the spirit. I am now officially going through the motions just for the sake of my family, my wonderful wife Des and my two kids who deserve something better from me. Hay naku, for whatever it’s worth, Merry Christmas to you...

Mommy, hindi hotdog yan

This is a bit gross, but grossness runs in my family so the story has to be told. As we were waiting for the screening time of “Harry Potter 4” at Shangri-La Mall in Mandaluyong, we decided to kill the time by having a few drinks at the new Starbucks on the 6th level near the cinemas. There was a very nice seating area on the walkway towards the cinema, comlete with really really comfortable chairs and small center tables perfect for a cup of coffee. Des and I ordered our drinks and headed back to the table. The kids had some sort of Vanilla shake, I really don’t know since I was too busy people watching as Des ordered our drinks. It was good, so good in fact that Marco had finsihed nearly half of it in a couple of minutes. So there we were, a picture perfect family, enjoying a Sunday afternoon, that’s when the “picture perfect” moment ended as the spectre of my lineage reared its’ ugly head. Marco started to look around, with a distressed look in his eyes, holding his stomach. “Mommy, sakit tyan ko” (my tummy hurts). So Des and I immediately knew what it meant. Marco was about to chuck up. Des quickly took him by the hand and I handed her the bag. It was done in a perfect, practiced motion since we had been through the same drill countless times already. As the two were walking briskly down the walkway, full of people, families waiting for their screening times, I saw Marco stop and bend over. This was it. I sprung up from my seat to help Des. I got the bag from her and got the tissue and baby wipes from the bag. Des was busy with Marco as he was spewing his last meal on the floor in front of all the people (bet they lost their appetite). Des, in an attempt to keep Marco calm, engaged him in light conversation. She was asking Marco what he had for lunch that made him throw up, and based on the forensic evidence in front of us she concluded that the culprit was Mr. Swifts Mighty Meaty Hotdog. So she asked. “Marco, you had a lot of hotdogs ano?”, to which my son, in his own brilliant way replied….”throwing up….pause…Mommy, hindi hotdog yan!……pause…throw up” (Mommy, that’s not hotdog). Bwahahahaha that’s what you call grace under pressure. It was only later in the night, when we were telling this story to...

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