It is this time of the month again. This splitting headache have haunted me right from my grade school days. I swear everyone thought I had a brain tumor or something. It got worse during puberty when I had my menarche. More often than not it would last for three days or more if I do not take in the right medication. The usual ibuprofen or ponstan have never worked for me. Even those old as time Avamigran medications never kicked in.

The only medication I remember worked for me then was Orudis. For some reason I was told that it got phased out. I succumb to self-medication. Because honestly, the doctors around here are not able to give me the best medication that can help at all. Call it desperate measure, call it whatever. I could not care less, because only migraine sufferers understand how bad it really is whenever it attacks. I so hate it! It's almost like wanting to give yourself over to death, if that would mean the only relief. But of course, that's just to emphasize how bad it becomes.

It's just awful that just when the hubby and I have got everything planned for the night and this migraine attacks. We intended to watch Indiana Jones (the old one) on DVD, and then the migraine just continued to build up. I had almost squealed for complete silence and darkness. It's just awful to say the least.

Are you a migraine sufferer? Or do you know someone who is? What worked for you? I tried that inhaling exercises using a brown bag and all the other tricks. I probably have tried everything. I hate taking Flanax every single month. I hate taking those synthetic medications, but I am not given much of a choice whenever it strikes. I even think, Flanax is my saving grace whenever attack comes. It's just terrible to say the least. I know I am babbling. I am just relieved I am over another migraine bout.

I could say this is one aspect that I am blessed to not have a problem with when it comes to my toddler. Our little guy just turned three and was officially potty trained at two years and three months, if not earlier. But it was during that stage that he really has breezed through and got over accidents (i.e. when he would still occasionally wet the bed especially when he was into lots of activities during the day).

It is said that the average age for a girl to be potty trained is 34 months, and for boys around 37 months. But parents should not expect their toddlers not meet occasional bed wetting accidents up until the age of five or six. Try to avoid liquids by evenings to lessen the likelihood of wetting the bed.

I have noticed with our son that when he is so much into his playtime, he intentionally holds his pee until once or twice he has got his briefs wet, that is the only time he would rush to the toilet. Often times it is preoccupation in his part. And in the evenings, during bed time, he does not wet his bed, primarily because it has been like the norm for both the hubby and me to carry him to the toilet when midnight strikes. He would automatically pee when he feels the toilet rim around his tushy (even while sleeping). You can try this one out and maybe manage your toddler's bed wetting issues.

I was shocked when I read this news from the papers this morning. I immediately texted the hubby to let him know about the news. Steven Curtis Chapman has blessed us a great deal with his songs. I could only imagine the hurt he and the rest of his family is going through at this time of their lives.

Apparently, one of his teenage sons was driving their SUV and accidentally ran over the five year old girl. Just a few hours before the accident, the whole family was in celebration for the eldest daughter just got engaged. May the Lord comfort their family in this time of grief.

Here's a blog post by Chapman's manager, Jim Houser, in memory of Maria Sue.

I was baptized with my first cup of Ciao Bella which is posted here. One taste, that's all it took and I was a believer. I can't wait to have my next cup. Allow me to run to the nearest Shopwise. Rustan's is just millions of miles away.

And you know what drove me to more excitement? There are tons of flavors! Tons that I'm sure are all equally yummy. I am so going to indulge. :-)

I passed the board exam that I took last April 6. This is another miracle and I praise God for allowing me this honor. I truly am blessed! :-)

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This is the first time in six years that I have colored my nails. I used to sport french tip nails back in my single days. I always sat pretty at home with nothing to do. All I practically had to do was go to school and prettify myself. lol! It's not that I regret putting on this domestic goddess wardrobe or being a hot momma to my little guy. I will never exchange this seat for anything in the world. I just don't find those things as interesting anymore. Come to think of it, being the "kikay" girl that I was, I never thought I'd ever be domesticated ever. Not that there's anything wrong with remaining "kikay". I even think I still have some tinge of it and it does surface every so often. It's probably a natural evolution when you start living out your purpose in life and go about to enjoying it. Other things like this all become trivial.

Anyway, the hubby insisted I get my nails done. By the way, even back in the old days I have always done my own nails. I dread going to salons to have my nails done, ever! Imagine using the same things that other people use. My peeve over this became even stronger when I watched from a documentary that one can even get diseases, serious ones at that, by getting contaminated with an infected blood from one of those salon nail pushers. Eewww! But I would have to admit visiting a salon for a pedicure during the last trimester of my pregnancy in 2005. I just couldn't reach my toe nails anymore and the hubby does not have the "talent" to take out that nasty ingrown toenail (double eeww!) That was one time and yeah, I also had my nails done for my wedding day, but it was one time my mother insisted on, to give me that extra pampering achuchuchu. And I remember not minding that much back then. I was probably too frazzled about the wedding preps and all that. The hubby and I did all our wedding preparations, for the record.

What I had in mind was just to color my toe nails bloody red to match my red evening dress for the wedding he will officiate tomorrow. But he so insisted to get my fingers done as well. I did not want to, because I would have to do a number of dishwashing from then till the wedding and I might just have to end up taking them all off. Besides I wasn't sure I still can be as savvy in nail polishing as before. I guess it's something innate in me. lol! I thought while doing my nails that one reason why I don't want my nails done by someone else is I always want a perfect finish and all those times I had my nails done by someone else, I would see some nips and imperfection here and there.

You wouldn't believe how the hubby so pushed me to get my finger nails painted as well. He even volunteered to do the dishes and cleaned the waffle maker for me. He hates the tedious task of cleaning our waffle maker. But I admit to reinforcing the cleaning that he did on that. :-)

One of the things I remember him repeatedly telling me back then is how beautiful my fingers and toes are. He actually wants to go back to that time. I just figured a while back, maybe I can still paint my nails alright from time to time. Even if it's just for the hubby's enjoyment. Or should I say, especially for the hubby's enjoyment. :-)