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Crimson Page: The Luckiest Mom in the World
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It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood." - Theodore Roosevelt. Sunday, January 09, 2011. The Luckiest Mom in the World. No, baby," I always say, "I'm the lucky one because I have you and ate.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Enter your search terms. Ate Bap's Healthy Options. Apester, the Roach Killer. Austin with Ilonggo Powers. Badinggerzie, ang Reyna ng mga Cabinet.
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Crimson Page: Love Tattooed on a Child's Thigh
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It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood." - Theodore Roosevelt. Tuesday, January 11, 2011. Love Tattooed on a Child's Thigh. I was pleasantly surprised to see this written on Gabby's thigh, tattooed in ballpen ink where she thought I couldn't see it. "Oh, what is this? Can I see it? But she tried to move away and covered the words with her hand. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Crimson Page: Honorable My A**
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It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood." - Theodore Roosevelt. Friday, January 14, 2011. When I was covering the House of Representatives, the district of the legislators were clearly indicated on the plate. I think they should implement that again. Not only would it help curb abuses on the road, it would help us identify which of our representatives deserve a permanent vacation from government. Awesome...
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Crimson Page: Pain Much, Lose Much
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It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood." - Theodore Roosevelt. Thursday, January 06, 2011. Pain Much, Lose Much. My quest for a fitter and of course thinner body is taking its toll on my toes. I am wallclimbing again after yearssss of overeating and not exercising. I wallclimbed for about two years (or was it three? So why do my toes look like they've been run over by a truck with snow tires? PJ, Can Ya?
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Crimson Page: A Year Without Mader
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It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood." - Theodore Roosevelt. Thursday, February 10, 2011. A Year Without Mader. I wrote this on Feb 12, 2010, a day after Mader, what I used to call my mother-in-law, was called by God to join Him in heaven. In a few hours, we'd be marking a year without her. We have learned to cope but it's still not the same without her. Mader, we love you and miss you. A sleep-depriv...
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Crimson Page: A Decade After
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It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood." - Theodore Roosevelt. Wednesday, February 09, 2011. Who would've thought that the political turmoil and violent protests in Egypt would bring people from all over the world together again after 11 years? Turned out she lived in the Philippines for 15 years. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Enter your search terms. JTM, ang Tagapagmana.
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Crimson Page: When God Sent Me a Message Through a Salesman
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It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood." - Theodore Roosevelt. Wednesday, February 09, 2011. When God Sent Me a Message Through a Salesman. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A sleep-deprived multi-tasker; a paranoid mom who only wants the best for her daughters; an open-minded feminist who is passionate about her advocacies and beliefs; an ex-b who has mellowed down but wisened up. JTM, ang Tagapagmana.
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Crimson Page: I'm Old
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It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood." - Theodore Roosevelt. Sunday, February 06, 2011. I think I'm turning into my mom. Or my eldest daughter is turning into me. Or I'm just, plain and simple, growing old. And that is exactly what I tell Alex now. "No, it's not. It's music. I love it," she'd say. So I give in, just as my parents did before, and wait for Alex to fall asleep before I turn the music off.
