before anything... shout out to my sis - HAPPY BIRTH AYEE!
camille's heritage fair was yesterday and so we really didn't get to celebrate my sis' b-day. she just blew her candles from this awesome ice cream cake i got from meijer... omg! so delish! it was a last min. thing and thankfully it was the right choice. we're planning on celebrating her birthday anyway this weekend so it's okay, i guess.
nwayz, back to the heritage fair...
all the students had to be at the school by 6p, but we were running late since camille mentioned that one of her classmates will fail coz she didn't have a ride for school. so we hurried up and got her. fortunately, there was enough time for them to set up their projects.
camille, brought "pancit" (national noodle dish in the philippines). i made sure she had small cups and forks for tasting. noel, our kids and i didn't expect it to be soooo crowded though. their school is big, but goodness, it was packed! anyway, we had a great time meeting camille's friends, different cultures and tasting different types of ethnic food. i was totally surprised with my lil' one coz she tasted every food her dad would give her. thankfully, none of us got sick *wink* - it's funny coz we left that place, full.
okay now, i know every now and then we all need a good laugh, don't you agree? so here's a story, my boss shared to me this morning:
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.
Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.
Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly:
'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.'
He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and fold ed my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.
My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: 'Happy Birthday!'
hope you enjoyed it as much as i did! God bless to you all!