This ain't fashion.

Unless I am a contestant in "Dancing with the Star", my sprained wrist is unlikely to make any headlines.

And to think that I am not even aware that I had sprained it!

Really, I don't remember falling down or reflexively extended my arm to brace against the impact. I just woke up one day with a throbbing pain in my wrist every time I twist it or put pressure on it.

And it's been two weeks now. Darn.

But the good thing is, the area doesn't swell. It has no skin discoloration. I have been taking Ibuprofen for the pain and I had started wearing this wrap that Ken had bought to prevent my wrist from twisting and so far it helps.

Any idea what this is?

Toy for the big boy.

Thank you all for wishing Ken to get well.

And get well he did!

He went last Wednesday to St. James Hospital for a check up and came home with a new car.

Now I am worried that something is wrong with his brain...

You see, his other car is only two years old, and it's also a Ford F150!

Okey, I got it. This ones interior is so fashionable that I think never before has so much luxury been extended into such a useful vehicle. And while both car has option to Ford Sync with navigation, and also an electronic work-helper function that can keep track of tools, jobs and calculate miles driven etc., this one has a camera at the back and the overhead mirror turns into a screen when you change gear to reverse.

But the real winner is the Box Side Steps which you can pull out from the rear and sides on this truck cargo bed. They give us a step to stand onto and down on as we are accessing the cargo area.

Why did no one think of this before?

Just another crazy day.

I am relatively lazy today. I lounges all day and watched TV.

But there is a reason for it.

I did not sleep until 4 am last night because I watched over Ken who is running a temperature. He felt really miserable and weak. He complained of headache, fatigue, chills, ache and pain all over.

I keep changing the thermostat because he complained its very cold even when he has two blankets on top of him. Then he complained its hot so I have to adjust the thermostat again.

There is nothing much we can do but let the virus run its own course. He doze off and on and I made sure the glass beside him is filled with water or juice. I knew he needed lots of liquid to flush the toxin away. The only setback is that he had to get up to pee and he hated it.

He slept all through the day today and it was good because sleeping is so healing and helped his immune system to go to work. At around four in the afternoon while Ken was still asleep I stood up from my fetal position in the couch and head to the bathroom. My head is starting to pound from too much NFL and I decided I needed a bath.

But not just a simple bath. I want to submerge myself in hot water mix with air that will provide me a massaging effect. And so I run water in the whirlpool and just lay there with eyes closed while I listen to music from my mp3.

But alas, something had to spoil my moment. My mp3 plunged into the bubbling water and got wet!

Next scene: Me still in towel, with a hair dryer trying to dry the gadget. Until now my mp3 would not function yet. Ugh!

Our little corner.

Ken has a laptop. I have a desk top computer.

Ken don't find it necessary to buy a computer table because he can just open his laptop and use it anywhere he pleases. In fact, whenever I use it, I just sit on a reclining chair and put it in my lap and tinker away or sit cross legged on the bed while playing MW.

But I do need to use my computer because he hates it when I sign off and forgot to put his account back on. So we decided to buy a computer table for my computer.

If you think that a computer desk is a simple thing to purchase, then let me tell you it's NOT!

Ok, I thought I only need a flat surface where I can put my computer on. A simple table would be fine because my computer has flat screen with wireless keyboard and mouse. No box.

But no no! Ken thought otherwise.

He said a good table should last at least several years, so if I picked the wrong one, I'll be sitting at my mistake for a long time. He said an expensive desk may be worth the extra cost if it will last a long time and provides ample space for everything I need.

So last Saturday we went to the city to find a good desk. He said if we can't find anything there we can ask someone to build one for us.

So search we did. We went from store to store and the two main types of computer table that we found in stores are wooden desks and metal/glass desks. They all come in a variety of shapes and styles and every one is unique and can be used for a wide range of purposes.

Actually making the decision as to whether to opt for a wooden computer desk or a metal computer desk was easy. Before we went hunting for that one table, we are in the consensus to go for the wooden one because it blended well with the decor and colour scheme of the room where we wanted it.

But of course, fine wooden computer desks are naturally much more expensive than basic metal ones, but we think the price is worth it considering the fact that we are adding it to the furniture and decoration of the living room as well as being used as an office space where Ken can do his paper works.

When it was delivered today and seeing how it transformed the room, we knew we made the right choice.

Time slips away.

It's 2011. Just like that. In a blink of an eye.

Is the time getting faster as I get older? Or am I simply too old to keep pace with time?

I don’t know about you but I would give anything for more days when nothing has been planned for the majority of it. When I would wake up from a deep sleep and strolled into the kitchen to get a coffee and then assume a very comfortable position in my favorite chair and sip the coffee s l o w l y.

But of course, this doesn't happen much as like most of you I go through life racing from place to place and moment to moment. There is never a shortage of things that need to be done, things I can‘t wait to be done with. Yes, I seem to be always racing against the clock as soon as I wake up.

Today is Rodney's birthday (my mom's husband). He is pushing 76 and as I write this I was thinking that the average life span is in the mid seventies and we all know the many obstacles that can make that number even smaller. I am not 50 yet but I know that the older I get the faster the time seems to fade away.

Therefore, I vow not to rush time away any faster than it will go on it’s own. I would like to be able to look back and say : “Wow I really lived a full life and made a ton of memories". Not, “Gosh it all went so fast and non stop that I don’t remember much of it".

So now I'll enjoy the long route to work each day and watch the wildlife and not read a book. I'll snuggle next to Ken to watch Gun Smoke/Wagon Train and not get crazy about leveling up in Mafia Wars. I'll leave the bed unmade on weekends so I could go back and get extra sleep or just keep warm under the blanket while reading my book. I will not worry about ironing clothes on Sundays as those shirts are hidden under layers of jackets anyway.

Yeah, I know. Life was never meant to be easy.

It just takes time to realize it.

Quite quiet.

Did this year start with a bang?

Actually, I did not even realized that it was already midnight because there were no churchbells ringing, no fire crackers ruling the sky, no clanging of old pots and pans, no blowing of car horns, no kids blowing toy trumpets.

Nothing. In fact, the silence is deafening.

And then I realize I am in another country. The only "bang, bang!" heard is the one coming from the tv as Ken is watching his favorite tv series Gun Smoke in black and white glory.

It is truly a very different New year's celebration here. Americans don't have the same beliefs and practices like we Filipinos do. Most think that it is just a celebration of one second moving to the next second, one day to next day. It's not a birthday, not an occasion that won't happen again and is perhaps not a great loss to miss.

Indeed it doesn't seem to matter that much, and they're just grateful when they see the dawn of a new year.

So I spent the night watching tv and when my auntie in NY called, I opened the laptop and sat cross legged on the bed to chat with her and other relatives on Skype. Its like transporting myself back in my country as I listened to them squeal and laugh and told me how their celebration went.

Over all it was a good New Year's eve without a massive clean up the next day, although I did get a massive headache for lack of sleep.