S vintage star
S filipina now living in california
S obsessive-compulsive... make that compulsive-obsessive... no, obsessive-compulsive
S cold all the time (literally)
current terror alert level
Why is Life Cold?
i actually have a very happy life. i just saw this graphic one day and got an inspiration for another blog.
why not write about the stuff that makes life cold? from the huge, catastrophic, life-altering events to the seemingly trivial, little incidents
that rub you the wrong way. it doesn't have to be a personal experience, it can be something observed.
on writing these down, my intent is to learn to appreciate life more and have a better handle on things when life throws you a curve ball. i want whoever
will read this to contemplate, not get depressed. hopefully, you'll share with me your experiences as well so we can learn from each other.
Made with this which was taken from here. Fun fun fun!
Vangie Fuhrman got cold on 2.28.2005 7:39 PM.
The Difference Between BMWs and Porcupines
Yesterday morning, I found this outside our house:
My father-in-law decided to give us his old BMW 740iL. What's funny is that it is he who was celebrating his birthday yesterday. He and my mother-in-law just left this car outside our house and didn't even wake us up. Of course we appreciate this generous gesture but we're baffled. My husband thinks it's because I told his dad how much I loved his Mercedes SL500 at one time. So I replied "Then why didn't he give us that instead?"
Kidding aside, I love cars, but I'm not a fan of BMWs. Probably sensing this, my "new" beemer gave me a flat tire the first time I drove it last night. Good thing my hubby was with me - he had the privilege of changing it. I must say, its got pretty cool tools though. And the spare tire was a full-sized Michelin. Sweet! Plus this thing is so huge that the backseats have footrests.
My in-laws are downsizing, literally. They bought a smaller car and are giving away or selling their big cars, except for their big-butt SUV. They're also selling their house and moving into a condo. Too bad because we've grown to love that house. I wonder what could've happened if I told them "I love your house! (read: any chance of you giving it to us?)"
It's funny how all our lives we amass and amass, only to dispense and distribute later on.
Or maybe it's sad.
Vangie Fuhrman got cold on 2.24.2005 8:29 PM.
From Your Wicked Stepmom
When I married my hubby, I got a 5-year-old stepson out of the deal. I was apprehensive at first, since I was cocooned with my own family and blood relatives for three decades and have never had a step-anything in my life. Some people say, and I tend to agree, that I was lucky that the stepchild is of the opposite sex, and that he was very young when I was introduced in his life. But I would say that the biggest factors in easing the transition of our relationship are the way his parents brought him up and his loving nature.
My husband is brilliant when it comes to handling children that I never had a problem with my stepson. I have learned a lot just watching him be a great dad. He playfully introduced me to his son as his (stepson's) girlfriend such that the latter ended up getting possessive over me and would fight with his dad for my attention. There was a point when he would not kiss his mom because he didn't want to upset me. As he grew older and realized I was actually his dad's girlfriend (which I'm sure he's relieved to know), we have become best friends.
His mother, my husband's ex-wife, makes sure that he treats me like his mom too, giving me carte blanche authority on him when he's with us. One of the biggest compliments I have ever been given is when she told me that her son is very lucky to have me in his life, she couldn't wish for a better stepmom for him. She even tells this to her relatives and friends that I get embarrassed sometimes. With a mother like that, it's not surprising that my stepson is one sweet and loving boy.
Happy birthday Ricky! I am very lucky to have you in my life, I couldn't wish for a better stepson!
Vangie Fuhrman got cold on 2.20.2005 9:19 PM.
The Unusual Suspects
The day after Valentine's, a huge box came from Hallmark addressed to me. My husband made me open it in front of him, and we found this inside:
Upon seeing the card enclosed, my hubby snatched it and read it quickly. Then he gives me this sheepish look as I laugh and read it myself. The flowers are for both of us from a cousin and her husband sending their thoughts and prayers for our recent loss.
I must admit it tickled me to see my hubby jealous as he suspected some guy would send me flowers for Valentine's. Dare I admit that, for a split second, I also entertained the possibility? Hope he doesn't read this!
Thank you Jane and Derrick!
Vangie Fuhrman got cold on 2.17.2005 9:02 PM.
Oops He Did It Again
Despite our pact not to give each other a Valentine's present this year, my husband still gave me one. I know, I know, I should consider myself lucky for having a thoughtful (or some would say, sneaky) husband. Unfortunately, as with gifts past, it's something I am not particularly thrilled with. I don't know what to do with it, nor would I know where to put it.
Honestly ladies, what would you do with a swarovski crystal rose?
My hubby and I have gotten to a point where we are totally honest with each other, such that we let the other know when we didn't like what the other got for us. I have been very truthful sometimes (consequently, very mean) and I would blatantly ask, "Do you have the receipt for this?" This time, although I didn't like the crystal, I put on my best smile and said my most gracious thank yous. He still saw through me and said "Sometimes, the best gifts are those you absolutely have no need for." I know this is supposed to be symbolic and sweet, but I wish he gave me Chanel sunglasses instead.
I know, I know, I'm a cold, materialistic rhymes-with-witch. J
Vangie Fuhrman got cold on 2.14.2005 8:53 PM.
Touch and Go
I just met you last Thursday. Even before I saw your two beautiful pink lines, I knew you already. Still, I decided to savor our own intimate moment together before I called your dad to introduce him to you. He was delighted. I was ecstatic. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.
In an instant you changed my life. I was so happy to be with you every single moment. I became giddy, patient, more loving and understanding. I would wake up smiling at the thought of spending the day with you, and then letting your dad join our happy circle by snuggling up to him. I did everything that I thought was best for you. I bought the book that talks about how to take good care of you. I read it day and night, sometimes through the night — because I can't sleep from all this excitement over you! Your dad and I went shopping for veggies (yuk!), fruits and all other nutritious stuff for you. I gave up coffee right away (oh, this alone should tell you how important you are to me!).
Last Sunday, we went to mass and your dad and I thanked God profusely for giving you to us. In the afternoon I sensed that there was something wrong with you. Oh how I wished you could tell me what it is. Since I learned about your habits and all the possible things you are going through, I just let you be and hoped for the best. We watched the Superbowl with your dad at Dave and Karen's. I was so tempted to talk about you with Karen, since she's a nurse and would be full of advice for me to take better care of you. But your dad and I made a pact to keep you to ourselves for now, since you are so young and delicate. Even though my Pats were winning, my mind wasn't on the game or on the big-budget commercials, all I could think of was you and I was praying that everything was alright.
After the game, we stayed on to watch The Forgotten. It was a very interesting movie, about a mom who never forgot her son after he disappeared even though everyone else has. I silently reassured you, I will never forget you, no matter how long or short you decide to stay with us.
Yesterday, things definitely weren't right. I called for an appointment with the doctor to help me help you but she can only see me the following day. All throughout the day, you were giving me signs that you wouldn't be with us for long. I ignored them, going about my work and trying to make everything as normal as possible. In the evening, you were saying goodbye more loudly, so loud that I cannot keep on discounting it. My heart broke at the thought of losing you, when I've already fallen in love with you so deeply. Your dad tried to console me, saying clichés like "It's for the best" or "It isn't meant to be". Although I knew all these to be true, they didn't diminish my anguish in the least bit. I cried myself to sleep.
This morning, for the first time, I saw you, not as two beautiful pink lines but as a part of me. Strangely, seeing you gave me a sense of calm, not the despair I expected. Even though you said goodbye, you filled my heart with so much love that I don't feel sadness anymore. As the doctor showed me your home for the last five weeks that is now empty, I clutched your father's hand as I finally said goodbye to you.