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My Love Hate Relationship with Daylight Savings Times

Daylight savings time (DST) is defined by techtarget.com as: “The practice of turning the clock ahead as warmer weather approaches and back as it becomes colder again so that people will have one more hour of daylight in the afternoon and evening during the warmer season of the year.”

Before having kids I use to look forward to the Daylight Savings Time change that happened in the fall.  I savored the thought of having an extra hour of sleep.  Instead of my usual wake up time of 8:00 a.m., it would be 7:00 a.m. (DST) so I would technically have one more hour to just relax and linger in bed!

Fast forward to Daylight Savings Time in the Fall when you have kids who already wake up so early.  When my sons ran into my room at 6:00 a.m. it was officially 5:00 a.m. in the morning.  I felt like I lost an hour that I could be in bed even if I technically was still waking up at the usual time.

Daylight Savings Time changes can really play tricks to your mind and body if you allow it to.

I am not a morning person by nature so I really have to concentrate on being a happy early riser.  Daylight savings time got me of kilter and I was temporarily not myself.


Fast forward to bed time this evening.   At 6:30 p.m. (DST) my boys  wanted to go to sleep since it was technically 7:30 p.m. if the time had not changed.  Suddenly my spirits were up and I had a deeper appreciation for Daylight Savings Time once again because I now had an extra hour just for myself.

I have a love hate relationship with Daylight Savings Time.  I abhor it in the morning, but by night time I adore it.

I hope you were affected positively by Daylight Savings Time.  Have a great day!


Happiness is The Sound of Silence

“True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.” (William Penn)

“Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)


When you are a parent of young kids it is rare to have moments of silence during the day. 

When I am seen around town I usually have my boys attached to me one way or the other.  I love my kids in their entirety, noise and all, but sometimes there is nothing like the sound of silence.

Silence is a rejuvenator that can be compared to a tall glass of water when you are really thirsty, or a soothing massage at a spa.  What is amazing about the sounds of silence is that it is a free pick me up.

Every Thursday for about 2 hours I drop of my kids at their Nonna (Grandmother in Italian).  I use to go to a local coffee shop to unwind, but lately I have been going directly to the library.

My routine is finding a secluded corner and I listen to nothing and relax.

Silence is such a joy, release and destresser.  I suggest giving it a try if you can because it surely will make you happy and boost your spirits like it does mine!

I hope you have a wonderful day and a moment of silence to relax and reflect!

My Cousin Frannie's Awesome Osso Bucco Ox Tail Stew Recipe

When I was a swinging single living in Manhattan’s Murray Hill neighborhood, my cousin Frannie visited me.

She thought it was funny that I only had one cooking pot and my fridge only had beverages of the adult kind.  When you are single and living in New York City eating out tends to be the main activity so fridges typically remain sparse.

During her visit  Frannie made me the most delicious Osso Bucco recipe.  Her version is made out of ox tails instead of the traditional veal shanks.  I have made it so many times and recreated it into my own recipe. 

Below I am sharing my version.  Please remember that if you like things a little more salty just add more salt, do you want it spicy?  Add hot sauce. This recipe is a perfect guide to expand on and make it your own, the way I made cousin Frannie’s recipe my own.

Every time I make the Osso Bucco I always think of my cousin Frannie.  I think of the fun times we had growing up.  This recipe always makes me and my guys happy!

It is best served with rice, noodles or crusty Italian bread.

Buon Appetito, Sarap ng Buhay!


3 lbs of ox tail

1 can of tomato paste

1 large can of tomato sauce

5 cloves of garlic finely chopped

1 cup of chopped celery

1/2 carrots

1 medium size onion finely chopped

1 cup of water

1-1/2 teaspoons of kosher salt

1/2 teaspoon of pepper

1/2 teaspoon of olive oil

1 cup of red wine

1 bay leaf

1 teaspoon of Italian seasoning

1 beef buillon cube

What to do:

1.  In a large soup pot brown oxtails with the celery, onion, carrots, garlic and olive oil.  Your stove must be on medium high heat.

2.  Browning takes about 10 minutes.  Once all the oxtails are brown add all the other ingredients into the pot .

Before picture of Osso Bucco.  Everything in one pot.

3.  Cover the pot and reduce the heat to medium heat for about 1-1/2 to 2 hours.  Stir occassionally to make sure that the ingredients are not sticking and burning on the bottom of the pot.

4.  Depending on the size of the oxtail pieces cooking maybe longer or short.  You have to keep an eye and put a fork to the meat ever so often.  If it is tender and falls off the bone than it is ready.

5.  If the oxtail stew over reduces just add more  water and then let it thicken once again.

This is how we serve the osso bucco at home, with Michael’s homemade “pillowy” gnocchi (I’ll try my hardest to get the recipe from him, but he is so secretive!). 

Osso bucco with homemade gnocchi

I hope you enjoy this dish as much as we do in our household!

Buon Appetito, Sarap ng Buhay!

Life is Stranger than Fiction–Top 10 Things That Have Happened in My Life and Lives of Those I Love That Would Only Happen in a Fictional Novel

1.  My parents were separated for almost two decades, but 6 months before my father died of cancer they forgave each other and reunited as a married couple.


2.  When I was 8 my Dad kidnapped my sister and me from Las Vegas, NV  and brought us back to the Philippines.  My Mom was worried about our disappearance, but he was always so proud of this “caper” as he did it with us not having passports.

3.   When I was 12 years old my father sent me to live with Mormon friends in Cedar City, Utah.  My claim to fame in Utah was winning ginger bread house making contest because there were only 2 people who joined.

4.  When my Dad died of cancer people in his office saw him walking up and down the hallway even if he was already dead in the hospital.

5.  I once bought a bag at the thrift store and upon cleaning it at home I found a hidden compartment with illegal drugs.  I flushed the drugs in the toilet.

6.  Years ago my sister was a huge fan of 80s band Depeche Mode.  They were doing a concert tour in New York.  While she was waiting in line to enter the arena she was randomly selected by the organizers and given backstage passes and party passes to a dance club afterwards.  At the club she was able to hangout with the band members.  Angela had to go to the bathroom at the club.  In her stall she found $125 on the ground.

7.  When my husband Michael was 4 years old his father lost him in the Medieval hill town of Assisi, Italy.  Even at this age he had a great sense of direction and he found his way to his Uncle’s home without any tears or adults help.  He remembers getting by with speaking his 4 year old version of Italian.

8.   My husband’s brother’s father-in-law found a piece of scrap paper on the ground with numbers.  Since he played the lottery fairly often he recognized them as lottery numbers that someone had jotted down.   He decided to play the numbers and he lost.  His wife found the scrap paper in the house and she too decided to play the numbers and she won.

9.  When I became a new Mom I looked online to find friends and I joined a Mom group.  The first friend I made was a girl who was born and bred in Connecticut.  What is stranger than fiction is that it turns out that we are long lost cousins!  She is one of my closest friends today…Becky this is cheesy, but I have to say I love you!


10.  In the Philippines we believe in mythical creatures like dwarfs and ogres.  Some are good and some not so nice.  In our old home in the Philippines there was a tree where an evil ogre was suppose to live.  Despite my father’s efforts of cutting and burning the tree it would not die.  He finally called in a witch doctor who made an offering and released the spirit from the tree.


I hope you have a wonderful day!

Happy New Year and Hello 2012

Today I am grateful for many things like waking up to a new year with a sense of optimism and hope.

Hope is defined by Dictionary.com as, “the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best.”

When you enter a new year it is like opening a gift or a new book.  There are so many possibilities. 

I hope 2012 brings you much joy, peace and prosperity!

Happy New Year!