Showing posts with label hubby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hubby. Show all posts

Friday, March 9, 2012

"Asian Women Reveal to Keeping a Man Happy"

Someone posted on Facebook to an article with the heading, "Asian Women Reveal to Keeping a Man Happy". I clicked on it, ready to laugh and roll my eyes at it, thinking it's probably some lame-ass misogynistic article reminiscent of Malaysia's "Obedient Wives Club".

Well, it probably does sound quite subservient on first read. But then I had a good think about it, and realise in some way, I agree with each general statements/headings, albeit with some change to the details or interpretation. Those of you who know me personally will never think 'subservient' or 'demure' as words to describe me (I think 'raging', 'manic', 'loud', 'raucous' would come to mind before 'subservient' or 'demure') but here's the caveat - I think both parties within a marriage should adhere to these statements for a successful marriage.

So here we go!

  1. Your man is king: "Remember that your man/husband comes first – before you, your parents, your outside interests or even your children."
    It's not saying that you must let your children go hungry if your husband demands sex then and there. Many marriages breakdown when the children leave the nest, because couples have spent the last few decades focusing on the needs of the children or community that they had forgotten who they had married and why. A more apt statement would be "Prioritise your marriage".
  2. Rise early: "Get up in the morning before your man does. Make sure you prepare a healthy breakfast so he gets a good start on the day. Even if you have to leave before him, make sure he has a nice breakfast waiting for him when he comes into the kitchen in the morning".
    Again, this works both ways. Whoever gets up and gets to the kitchen first, make breakfast-lah. It just so happens that it often ends up being me.
  3. Never nag: "Never, ever. If he wants to stop off after work and have a few drinks with his buddies, that’s his business.  If he forgot to take out the garbage – do it yourself."
    Haha! This I must admit is not my forte - I maintain my stance that the ONLY reason women nag is because men do not respond when you tell them nicely once! I only agree that there are some things not worth nagging on - pick your battles wisely!
  4. Be at home: "Make sure you’re always at home when he gets in from a hard day at the office. Even if you are working, make sure you get home to your man/husband as soon as possible."Again, is this not a two-way thing? It's certainly important to spend time together, and especially nice when the other party has had a shitty day at work. Maybe not necessarily be at home, but just be there.
  5. Smile: "Always greet your man with a smile on your face and, if you can, a cold drink in your hand."
    Hahah I find this amusing - "if you can, a cold drink in your hand". This is quite an "abuthennnn" statement - of course a smile if better than a sulk right! And of course, it works both ways. Especially after a long (potentially crummy) day at work, no one wants to come home and see a sulking, moody husband/wife - might evoke a "oh hell - what did I come home to?" feeling of dread)
  6. Dinner Ready: "If you are home, or get home first, always have a delicious dinner ready to be served. And if he comes home feeling tense, give him a massage to ease his aches and pains"
    Totally agree with this statement, except that it differs from couple to couple. In my family, I am the cook, so I make it a point to get dinner ready. I personally do enjoy the satisfaction that the Husband enjoys and shows gratitude for his meal. In other families, the husbands do it, which isn't an issue. And I have no issues asking the Husband for a massage when I come home feeling tense, and vice versa.
  7. Let him hang with friends: "If your man wants to have his buddies over for a night of poker, or football, or video games, don’t  get mad. Encourage it and make sure you’ve got lots of sandwiches and cold beer on hand to serve them".
    I suppose I agree with this statement possibly because the Husband hardly does this, so when he does, it's perfectly fine. It's a problem if this is happening a few nights each week though. But it's certainly good for guys to hang out - keeps them manly HAHA
  8. Ask First: "Always ask him first before you go spending his hard-earned money, or even your hard-earned money, to buy something for yourself".
    This works both ways. It's not about asking for permission, but having a discussion. We have a general rule that if either one wants to spend above a certain amount, we need to discuss it first.
  9. Remote Control: "Let him choose the programs you watch on television.   The television is man’s domain… he should be in charge.  And only Netflix/rent HIS  favorite movies or TV shows".
    I lied - I don't agree with all the statements - I disagree with this one!
  10. Obey: "Don’t do things your husband doesn’t approve of.  And don’t complain about it. If he doesn’t want you wasting your time watching soap operas or having coffee with a neighbor, obey him.  You’ll both be happier for it".
    Again, this works both ways, dear husbands and wives!
  11. Wild in bed: " Be a temptress in bed.  I he likes you in sexy lingerie, wear it.  Be shy and demure when you’re out in public, but once the lights are out, let him know he’s the only man in the world who can please you"
    I don't know about the, "be shy and demure when you're out in public" part - it's hilarious! But who on earth would have advised the opposite of 'wild in bed' - e.g. "lie there like a dead fish"
  12. Know sports: "Bone up on sports so you’ll have something to talk about. But always let him start the conversation".
    Perhaps this is could be more aptly named, "show (or if necessary, feign) interest in his/her interests.
  13. Keep fit: "Keep yourself in shape and always dress nicely so you’ll be a wife any husband would be proud to have".
    Again, applicable for both parties - ideally, I'd rather have a hottie instead of a flabbie; a stud instead of a dud; a hunk instead of chunk.
  14. Cleaning: "Keep your home spic and span at all times.  It should look like you’re expecting company.  And the laundry should always be done.  Your man  should never have to look for clean socks or underwear and his shirts should all be ironed – by you".Uhm.... I can't even get my own clothes ironed, and I wouldn't even suspect a thing if our house got ransacked. Looks like this is another one I can't seem to agree with. Oops.


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Eek!!

We have had a visitor recently - a little mouse who has decided to stay. We think it's been living in/behind/around the stove/oven unit, and this has caused us to be nervous everytime we walk towards the unit.

We contemplated using rat poison but decided against it, as Angus might help himself to a dead poisoned mouse out in the garden.

So we've gone the old fashioned way - a mousetrap with peanut butter as bait.

Fingers crossed that we'll get it asap!

We were just talking about what we ought to do if the mouse trap traps the mouse, but doesn't kill it. The decent thing to do would be to kill it quickly, though the Husband did contemplate on various alternatives, which I think are cruel as they all result in a slow death.

What a disturbing bedtime topic of conversation.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Twas a Happy Birthday!

A few weeks back, I celebrated my last "twentysomething" birthday. And what a week it was! It ended up being a four-day celebration, with friends and family spoiling me with food, and gracing me with their company!

The first night of celebration was spent at Cutler & Co, a two-hatted restaurant. I was keen to sample (read: wolf down) their suckling pig and we thought my birthday would be a special-enough an event to make a visit. I couldn't get a table for the evening of my birthday, so we settled for the day before my birthday.

Pre-birthday dinner [at] Cutler & Co

I decided to take my birthday as annual leave, as I could not bear the thought of being stuck inside at work on my birth-day (My husband would tell you I'm BIG on birthdays). The Husband uhmmed-and-aahed, but decided to take the day off as well (I wasn't expecting him to, but well done, well done *clap clap*).

I had already decided to (with or without The Husband) spend the day in the city; thankfully the weather was brilliant! Sunny, but not hot - days like this I love living in this city!

Caught up with my reciprocal bridesmaid (ie. I was hers and she was mine!) for brunch at Hardware Societe. She was going on holidays the very next day so we thought a catch-up would be great. Ah - the life of the stay-at-home-mums/dads..... Anyway, the catch-up was appreciated, however marred by a telephone call by the stupid builder (Thanks Porter Davis for ruining my birthday!) to inform us that we would have to fork out an additional $6000 for this-and-that. A hilarious incident with my birthday present ensued, which lightened up the mood, at the expense of the integrity of my dear friend at David Jones.



We slowly made our way (enjoying the sun!) to the National Gallery of Victoria, to both St Kilda Road and Fed Square sites. Spent quite a few hours at the gallery; it's amazing how much art can be seen and appreciated for free!!

Part of the "10 Ways to Look at the Past" exhibition [at] National Gallery of Victoria

The time finally came for us to head over to Chin Chin to try and get a table, but was told at 5:45pm that it was going to be a long wait, so we hung out at Go Go Bar downstairs. Eventually we were joined by one of our favouritest couples, and we gobbled/comsumed/inhaled whatever Chin Chin could offer us.

"We are soooo, like, kewl", 'cos we hang out [at] Chin Chin 

The next day, me and my work colleagues, with our partners, and our doggies, made our way to the Abbostford Convent, where the Suppermarket was held. There was a live band, food stalls, and other stalls selling what-not.We had decided to go out that evening in celebration of my birthday as well as my other colleague's, whose birthday was only 5 days after mine.

 Suppermarket [at] Abbotsford Convent
The next day, a dear friend shouted me lunch at Albert Street Food & Wine Bar in Brunswick. I don't  catch up often enough with her, so each time we do meet up, the time is treasured.

Albert Street Food & Wine Bar [at] Brunswick
The Husband had organised this little lunch date for me, so he could spend the day shopping and preparing a magnificent Chinese seafood dinner feast that night for me and a group of friends.On the menu were Charlie, Coco and Cameron:

Angus curious about the temporary pets...

The Seafood Feast! [at] home

Thus concluded my birthday almost-week long celebration. Many thanks to The Husband of Husbands (inside joke) for cooking up such an incredible spread and being an even more incredible husband.

I think back on my birthday, of the people I have journeyed and shared life with for at least a decade or two and realise once again I am so incredibly blessed with incredible relationships.






Wednesday, December 14, 2011

T-bone Steak Cake!

The Husband turned the big 3-0 recently and to celebrate, we hosted a "T"-themed party (for Husband "Tim") - guests were requested to dress as something starting with the letter "T". The prizes for best-dressed also started with the letter "t"- Toblerone, Twix, Tim Tams, tissue paper, toilet paper, towels.

For the cake, what cake can be more appropriate for a "T"-themed birthday party for a steak-loving Husband, than a T-bone steak cake?

For more details on how the cake came to be - visit A Touch of Frost Cakes, a blog I share with my 5 sisters around the globe, on our baking adventures! 




Thursday, March 11, 2010

quotation

H (after dinner): I should have bought some fruit. Never mind, we'll have ice-cream. Chocolate is a fruit.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

what a (good) way to start the new year!

Resolution #1 completed, for a start!

I get my donor card in approximately 6 weeks, which will tell me what blood type I am; that's right - I don't know what my blood type is!

I was quite nervous at first, as I didn't quite know what to expect.

I had to first fill out a very comprehensive form detailing my medical history. Questions asked include if I have ever lived outside Australia (yes), if I've traveled in the last 6 months (yes), if I've been to North Queensland in the last 4 weeks (I wished, but no), if I've ever had surgery and/or been admitted to a hospital (yes and yes), if I've ever injected any sort of substance not prescribed by a medical practitioner (no), if I've gotten a tattoo in the last 12 months (no), if I've ever had sexual relations with sex workers (not to my knowledge!), if I've had male-to-male sex in the last 12 months (no).

Then the (male) nurse took my blood pressure (all good) and a pin prick was made to determine my haemoglobin levels (ie. iron levels) - it needs to be >120 for women; I had 133.

Once all was good and dandy, I was led to a big room with beds, where my blood was taken - 500ml is taken, with 30ml used to be tested each time for infectious disease etc. This process only really takes about 10mins, so it wasn't too bad.

The Husband had accompanied me as he was interested in donating too; however he was deemed ineligible due to him having only 1 functional kidney. It only occurred to him then that it could have explained why he had fallen quite sick both times after he donated blood in Malaysia. I really gotta give it to him though; he was happy to donate even though he had fallen sick on past occasions.

How do I feel, after donating?
I'm exhausted. They recommend no strenous activity for 12 hours and to keep my fluids and food up. I've been very diligent with the above, but I'm just feeling really tired. Like I caught only a couple of hours' sleep the night before.

Hence, good night!

Monday, December 14, 2009

A Feast for Kings!

The Husband turned 28 last Friday, and despite working full-time, needing to bake around 2.5 dozen birthday cupcakes (for home and work), needing to tidy up the house before the in-laws arrived past midnight, and needing to be 50km away for a hot-air balloon ride by 4:30am the next morning, I decided to attempt being superwoman and cook a banquet for 11 people!

Menu

Entree
Freshly shucked oysters served au naturale
Oysters Mornay

Mains
Chilli Mud Crabs
Steamed Fresh Barramundi in superior soy sauce
Steamed Garlic Tiger Prawns
Emperor Chicken
Hong Kong Kai Lan
- served with a combination of Jasmine and Brown Rice

Dessert
Chocolate Cupcakes with Peanut Butter Frosting


I would have liked my Oysters Mornay and Kai Lan to have been a bit more cooked, but everything else was almost perfect.

And I shall let the photos speak for themselves....



I'm still amazed by myself!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Will work just work out?

Why do we work?

Our church is currently ploughing through this at the moment - don't think we have a definitive answer - just lots of ponderings. Adam was mandated to toil the land and take ownership of it literally since the beginning of time. So maybe we were meant to *gulp* work? ("NooooooooooOOooooo........")

The Husband recently found out he's been held back for a promotion yet again, despite good performance reviews and feedback from left, right and center. He says it's not so much about the money, but rather the opportunity to grow and develop (though OF COURSE the money wouldn't be a bad thing, either!). He was feeling really down and underappreciated and stifled at work - and so the wife plagiarizes and emails some encouragement:

Ecclesiastes 9:10 Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the grave, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.

HOWEVER,

Luke 12:22-28 Don't fuss about what's on the table at mealtimes or if the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your inner life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the ravens, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, carefree in the care of God. And you count far more.

Has anyone by fussing before the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? If fussing can't even do that, why fuss at all? Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don't fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen, don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?

We are certainly not confined to our jobs, although we are mandated to be best at what we do. So press on to be all you can be, but do not worry or fuss about it.

I suppose it's somewhat a balancing act - if we don't care about our jobs, we end up being total slackers and bludgers; however if we strive in our careers a bit too much, we risk losing out in our other areas of life, since we're not confined to our jobs.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Seven-Eleven 2009

Seven years ago today, the husband and I first got together.

It's been a great 7 years, and he's been an awesome husband for the past (almost) 11 months!