Birthday Tribute

A mushy missive to the man of the hour...

Dearest Allan,

Despite my occasional loud bursts of protests, whiny complaints and demanding questions of why, how and what now, please know that, in the deepest recesses of my heart and soul, I am always on your side -- rooting for you, believing in you, praying for you, trusting you, loving you every step of the way.

My darling, you simply cannot imagine how proud I am of you.

At 38, you have achieved what many only dream of. Slowly but surely, you grew to become the great man I always knew you would be from the moment I met you.

You have managed to conquer the odds and build a successful, rewarding career that has gifted our family with stability, comfort and freedom. You have proven that life is what you make of it -- that hard work, perseverance, patience, focus, optimism, faith and kindness can transform obstacles into victories, change daunting improbabilities into endless possiblity, and create stunning miracles out of ordinary happenings.

You have truly inspired and moved me to think differently, to focus on the good, to give in order to get back. And for this, I am extremely grateful. Now, I am joyfully convinced that all setbacks are temporary; they happen for a reason, and even help sweeten the feeling of fulfillment in the end.

So THANK YOU - for all that you do and all that you are.

You are an amazing husband, a devoted father, and the perfect best friend.

Happy Birthday, my honey!!!

I love you and I always will.

Your loony muse,

Irene

Reminiscing Rio

"Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dustly land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande..."

Duran Duran played this song as their final encore in their concert Thursday night.

Consequently, it has permeated the inner recesses of my brain so that I continue to sing it over and over again like a broken record. Which is quite a feat, really, given that I have practically lost all command of my vocal chords since yelling myself silly throughout their entire two-hour show.

Duran Duran is one of my all-time favorite eighties' bands.

I loved them before....

And, after finally seeing them peform live, I love them even more now....

Nostalgia overwhelmed me as the amazingly talented English musicians played their fabulously familiar tunes, and the huge Araneta Coliseum crowd collectively shrieked and danced along.

After the twenty or so years that have passed, the group undeniably sounded better than ever.

I saw many familiar faces in the excited audience - some I knew from way back in high school and college.

Flashbacks of prom nights, awkward dates, die-hard crushes, puppy loves, crazy parties, spasmodic bursts of teenage rebellion and sentimental friendships enveloped my being and spurred me to scream my lungs out even harder to the soundtracks that were my life.

I was lost, then found, in the contagious mood of frenetic reminiscence.

I felt old.

And I felt young.

Generally, I felt greater than I had in quite a while.

"Her name is Rio she don't need to understand
And I might find her if I'm looking like I can
Rio, Rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the north down to the Rio Grande..."

Beanie Baby

My son loves to dress up, but in his own way.

At three, he seems to have already developed his own sense of fashion. Depending on his mood, he carefully chooses his own outfit from his hat down to his shoes. And, more often than not, his sartorial flair involves dramatic costuming.

Each day our toddler traipses off to school, his teachers are always in for a surprise. They never know when to expect a firefighter, gladiator, cowboy, pirate, or even Bob the Builder to stride proudly into the classroom.

The problem arises when our picky dresser has to wear something that does not catch his fancy. He throws a tantrum and unceremoniously yanks on his undesired piece of clothing until we, the tired, hapless parents, eventually give in and remove the offending piece.

A few weeks back, we were faced with a dilemma when our family had to attend a formal wedding. How in the world were we going to make our headstrong son last more than five minutes in a long-sleeved collared shirt and tie???

I could not help but worry during the entire ride to the venue. I kept trying to sweet-talk him by telling him how handsome he would look wearing the ensemble hanging by our car window, but he would merely shake his head vigorously at me in response.

When we finally arrived at the event, I valiantly attempted to get our boy into the shirt and tie. Just as I predicted and dreaded, he immediately started wailing and pulling hard at his necktie and shirt buttons.

My husband quickly advised me to stop creating a scene and simply let our son go in casually attired. I knew I was losing the accoutrement battle. In the distance, I could see all the little children prancing around in their formalwear.

Out of desperation, I cried out: "MR. BEAN!"

Suddenly, our young bugger completely ceased fidgeting and stood perfectly still. He looked at me, albeit suspiciously, and said, "Mr. Bean?"

And I, latching on at the burst of hope, reiterated, "Yes! Mr. Bean! You're Mr. Bean!"

Lo and behold, a miracle occured. Our hyper nipper slowly took in his garb. Soon after, his previously distressed face broke into a pleased smile. He grabbed my hand and practically pulled me to the gathering.

He ended up contentedly wearing his Mr. Bean "costume" the whole evening. As an added bonus, all the guests we came across enthused that our lad looked so handsome in his get-up.

Whew!

Thank you for saving the day, Mr. Bean!

Welcoming Summer

You know it's really summer when you wake up in a resort one sunny morning to the sight of your smiling toddler suited in a snug silly outfit, slathered in sunblock lotion, shod in rubber thong slippers, singing his merry way to the pool.

The heat is definitely on and this loony mommy is finding herself enjoying every bit of it with her playful child.

Woohoo!