Ugly Bouncing Fishies

I went down to the pool today and put in a few laps. Walking and hopping, not swimming. I figured some form of water exercise could help take away the remaining pain in my left foot. Kids were gawking. Staring and wondering at what the hell I was doing. I wanted to take Popot with me. It would have been a good "reason" why a fat, long-haired but balding, old guy would be there. 

If anybody out there is brave enough to face a "real" challenge, come on over and teach me how to swim. This is something that would really look great on your resume!!

Nudity Is Suggested But Not Shown

The wifey gave me a notebook. It was Father's Day after all, and not all fathers need a wrench or an electric shaver. This a good, if not a great, gift. It is something I would love owning but would not really go out to buy out of my own pocket. Problem though, I have not written anything in ages, not with a pen and paper anyway. Nowadays, those fortunate words that somehow escape the hell that is my mind go directly to digital form. 

It seems that this blog will have its physical (and unedited) version now. Please, no drawer diggings.

Father's Day

Popot's Hot Lava and my Titulares.




Potato skins, a new family favorite.


Teriyaki glazed salmon head for Nanay.


Meat spaghetti for Popot.


Chicken steak for me.


Double strawberry banana split as an ender.


Daddy's girl.

Gran Torino

It seems I have really grown physically old this past summer. All the aches and pains have started coming up. The lines on my forehead are more defined now. If they make me more matured or just plain tired, it is hard to tell. I have never been known for sleeping early, but even then I could go to sleep whenever I wanted to. These days are different, I find it getting more and more difficult to shut down. The trip helped , lessened a wee bit of the stress. A boat load of stress though is just around the corner. I am going back to work in a few days. I too, am anxious to see how I will hold up.

The King Of Hearts

I was still battling Asthma and was still weak from the episode of dehydration when the Gods decided to make me a royalty and gave me The Disease of Kings. I could not stand for four days, both feet giving me tremendous pain even with the lightest touch. I have not walked normally since. The right foot is back to normal now, the left is not. The joint of the big toe is stiff and still hurts.

The past week was great, even with all the sickness I had (have). Spending fun, quality time with the family always numbs away the pain. And yes, I had Lechon.

Looking California, Feeling Minnesota

On the sofa now. The fan is turned off. I can feel sweat dripping down through the folds of my belly. A good sign. Toxins are going out of my system. This long and difficult bout with Asthma (and dehydration) is taking a toll. I am getting some sleep, but I need more. Random, vague stuff seems to be cluttering my mind. Clearing it is a problem. I am still coughing. Might take a few more days before I get rid of it. I need something. I have no idea what.

Authentic Lechon Macau, maybe??

The Second Day

I had a post circling my mind the other day. Totally forgotten now, courtesy of my asthma attack. I think it was something about Pearl Jam's "Avocado" album and how it was a throwback to the Ten days. Anyway, I am on the second day of the attack, still on a Ventolin diet. Having difficulties breathing, I hardly slept the last two nights. I woke up early this morning and both my eyes are puffy. I cannot tell if from the meds or from the lack of sleep. 

Have to go now, my weak lungs are calling.