Royal Albert Love

Thank you, Christine.

The PocketMod

Somebody sent me a link to PocketMod a few weeks ago, but I never really paid much attention; however, when CA (thanks!) sent it yesterday and I went to the site, my attention deficit wasn't on an overdrive and I got to fully appreciate it. Simply put, it's a customizable and printable planner. Well, it's not really just a planner. If you want to put in a calendar, you can. Or a blank music sheet. Or Time Magazine. Or a conversion table for that charming geek in you. Or a small picture. Or a storyboard. Lists. Lists. And more lists. For an organization freak like me, I swear, it's one of my most favorite things right now. So why are you still reading? Go to that website and create your own! Now let me just make another PocketMod to list and organize all my PocketMods. ;)

Another Yaya Saga

I'm beginning to think my house is standing atop a ginornous block of rose quartz. Remember when my nanny got pregnant by the village electrician? Then I had this other nanny, a 43-year-old widow who got a 30+-year-old boyfriend? And now, here's another yaya saga.

I'm a bit near-sighted and I don't see well in the dark, and I was aghast when I opened our backdoor and I saw a man sitting outside our house, very near the door, in the darkness. I asked him why he was there and he told me that he wanted to talk with my nanny. I immediately closed the door behind me and questioned the yaya. She replied that the guy is the uncle of a cousin. I sensed something fishy and continued to ask, badger, ask, badger, and this went on for a while till she admitted that he used to be her boyfriend back when she was 14. Mind you that this guy came all the way from Negros and worked as a carpenter here in the village so he could continue the relationship that ended 5 years ago. Psycho-stalker alert! But the thing is, our nanny is having none of that. And the guy apparently couldn't take no for an answer. What galled and ticked me off bigtime was that he tried to enter the house forcibly! And my daughter was there! And he even had the temerity to come back skulking in the dark after I asked him to leave! Armed with MACE™, I marched outside (stupid move, I know) and shouted. I even had to call the village security. He's gone for now, but this is really unnerving for me. TheHusband is working nights, and we have yet to buy a gun, and I'm really worried for the safety of the nanny and my daughter. Oh, I can sense a terrible migraine coming.

If only the darned rose quartz is an oil well instead.