I’m just thinking, wouldn’t it be neat if you could have Dad and Mom wear couple T-shirts on Father’s Day? Parents are often so busy with work and family that they barely have the time to do the things they used to do before the kids came along. So getting them to dress in couple shirts would be a really nice touch.

Ultra Love Couple T-Shirts

Let Our Love Grow Couple T-Shirts

Aw, won’t Dad and Mom look cute in these couple T-shirts? I bet they’ll be thrilled to be reliving their romantic dating days again. These couple t-shirts are sold in pairs and made of 100% premium cotton which are softer and lighter for more comfort. Couple mugs, couple bedding and other great couple gifts are available at BoldLoft. They make meaningful couple gifts for anniversaries, weddings or any other romantic events.

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This seems to be the year of birthday party invitations for Raine, my not quite 16-year-old. This latest one sounds like it’s going to be one heckuva party to be held at some club!

Raine and I just got done discussing if she should attend. There are some decisions I encourage my teens to make on their own and there are some I insist on encourage them to discuss with me.

Teen parties these days aren’t anything like the ones we attended back in the dinosaur ages where we danced miles apart and went home before the stroke of midnight lest we turn into Cinderellas. Well, no more of that now! We are the bold and the brazen now and these are the days of no holds barred!

Lots of Raine’s friends will be there and they want her to go. Raine doesn’t know the birthday girl very well, and it looks to be a big party with presumably very little adult supervision. I always check if there are going to be parents around, even if the party is going to be held at someone’s home.

Call me old-fashioned but I can’t say I’m entirely comfortable with the scenario. At any rate, Raine’s not quite the partying type so she doesn’t care either way. Still I leave her to think about what we’ve discussed.

Steev went to the gym with me after we dropped off the girls at school this morning. Turned out to be another family milestone for us.

On the way out of the parking lot, I asked Steev if he would like to drive *startled look*. Okay, I guess we were both equally surprised I asked.

He turned 17 last year but we haven’t done a thing about enrolling him in driving school. Strangely he hasn’t ask and I didn’t push him either. Most of his friends could barely wait till they were 17 and made a dash for their drivers’ licenses the minute they came of age. Not Steev.

Anyhow back to this morning. There’s an empty parking lot at the club which is barely used unless there’s an event. It’s fairly big and shady and there are no cars parked there. So I decided to let Steev have a go. He’s already got quite a bit of experience driving a golf buggy which is pretty similar in that it has 2 pedals.

He says the golf buggy is more difficult to maneuver as it’s smaller, lighter and prone to flipping over. Mine is a 7-seater MPV (minivan) which makes it more stable and easier to steer because of the auto transmission. I didn’t have the heart to remind him, wait till you have to struggle with the stick shift which is what learner drivers will be tested on.

When I look across, I just can’t believe my baby is sitting there in the driver’s seat. I remember the day he was born and I looked at him for the first time, this big bouncy baby. I just had to lean across to the driver’s side and gave him a big hug and kiss!

Anyhow since he’s got like a month’s break, I thought he could use the time for some formal driving lessons. Now to go hunt down a good driving school and a reliable driving instructor.

My girls are at an age when they get so excited seeing Mommy and Daddy holding hands or teasing each other about stuff we used to do back when we were dating. They say we should get a pair of Your Love is Delicious coffee mugs since I always try to cook their Daddy’s favorite meals on the weekend.

See, there’s Daddy with his fork and spoon waiting for Mommy to serve him. Very cute . I wonder if they have a set where Mommy is sitting waiting for Daddy to serve her, eh, ladies? That would be a nice change!

Then there’s this one where Daddy and Mommy are walking their pets. The girls love these We Belong Together pillowcases because it features them both as well. Aww, how sweet! That’s Raine and Skye, our two adorable little human pets pulling us together, hahaha!

And you have to agree these You Complete Me couple t-shirts sound like they just jumped out of the movie “Jerry Maguire“. And I’m such a sucker for the song “Secret Garden” too! Hahaha, this mommy! Wonder what our friends will say when they see us wearing these !

You know what the girls think? Well, that their Daddy and I should be buying romantic gifts for each other. Great idea, kids, why don’t you guys start saving now so you can buy the most romantic gifts for Daddy and Mommy for Mother’s Day and Father’s Day this year? Deal?

Right, now that I’m done with frying 6 eggs, 4 sausages and 12 slices of bacon, heating up a can of Heinz baked beans and making 2 cups of coffee and endless slices of toasts, I guess that means our Sunday breakfast is officially over…

… and I can get down to writing a long overdue post. No excuses, just that someone had part of the internet connection turned off the past 5 days for reasons best known to themselves, so it was virtually impossible to get much done online.

So I dallied at the gym, slipped in a couple of afternoon naps here and there (a rare luxury in the life of an Executive Chauffeur, I tell ya !) and while waiting to pick up my girls at school one day, I saw the familiar face of a mom that I haven’t seen in 7 years. Seeing her again brought back a flood of memories!

Her only child, C went to the same kindy as Skye, and was one of the few kids who, along with Skye, got slapped by the Chinese teacher for going out of line and not being in synch during their dance practice.

When I found out the truth from Skye, I immediately u-turned back to the kindy to confront the teacher who blatantly denied she had slapped the kids. She said the kids were probably just playing and had slapped each other! Yeah, right, what a polished liar!

The next day, I got a call from C’s mother that after the Chinese teacher found out that C had told her mother about the slapping incident, she (the teacher) had twisted C’s ear till it bled. C’s mother sounded alarmed and asked me what she should do.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Honestly! What do you mean what should you do? Go to the kindy now and confront the teacher!! She asked me if I could help confront the teacher for her. I was like, what ??

She’s a very meek woman, quite the opposite of me maybe that’s why I sorta lost my patience with her. She had no guts to even defend her own daughter. Frankly I would’ve helped but I’d just been in there that morning telling the principal off and threatening to pull Skye out of school, which I did!

I couldn’t believe this woman would just sit there and let someone abuse her daughter. Even if she was too afraid to bark at the teacher, at least she should ask why her daughter’s ear was bleeding! Um, it’s okay, she said, she will wait for her hubby to get home! I was like, hell, what are you so afraid of??

I lost respect for her as a mother right there and then. She told me the decision to send her child to Chinese school was not hers, but her in-laws! Maybe I’m so used to making the decisions and calling the shots with regards to my kids it just pisses me off that she can’t even make up her own mind.

Earlier she also told me it was good that her daughter was getting the hang of ‘being beaten’ before she enters Chinese primary school where the beating supposedly gets worse. Can you believe this woman ?!

C now goes to the same secondary school as Skye. I look at C’s mother from where I’m sitting in my car across the road from school. She looks the same. I hope C’s not counting on her mom to defend her any time soon!

Steev was walking back to class after lunch yesterday when he came across a five-dollar note on the steps near college. He looked around to see if anyone had dropped it but there was no one nearby. One of his lecturers saw him hesitating and shouted across “Pick it up! Pick it up!”. Isn’t he cute? He sees money, he needs someone to tell him to pick it up!

But then again, it’s because I teach my kids not to take what’s not theirs. It’s a very important lesson for them to learn. Of course, in cases like Steev’s, there’s always that dilemma since the money is in a public area. I’m happy that he did stop to think about it at least. In my mind, greed and dishonesty is what’s turned our world into the mess it’s in today .

Rain or shine, my kids’ first question when I pick them up from school/college every day is “what’s for lunch?” I have 3 teens who are the pickiest eaters on Planet Earth and I only have one brain so you can imagine :roll:!

I cracked my head and came up with this spaghetti carbonara yesterday. Oh, I was feeling creative so I made it from scratch (not with canned carbonara sauce (recipe is on my food blog)) and fancied it up with bacon strips, enoki mushrooms and French beans.

Today we had BLT club sandwiches (recipe is also on my food blog). It’s something the girls can assemble themselves while I went pick Steev up from college.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth of the second moon on the lunar calendar. We’ll be on a vegetarian diet so I’ll be cooking lor hon jai, a one-pot meal of mixed vegetarian stirfry.

Thursday, I’ll be making lasagna. I promised the kids I’ll make this by hook or by crook because they’ve been craving this. Steev has no classes and we’ll all be having lunch together at home so this will be a special treat for all of us .

Friday, I’m doing an encore for this Thai green curry. I made this last week using basil from my own garden, and lemongrass harvested from my neighbor’s garden and gave her a big bowl of it as a thank-you . I’ll be posting up the recipe on my food blog when I get a chance, so please check back later if you’re interested .

Skye’s friend is a prefect now. Skye’s in a special class and the students in her class were given first preference to become prefects. Instead she chose to join the Co-operative which is a business unit that sells school paraphenalia such as PE shirts and pants, badges, ties, etc. Skye made the decision entirely by herself. I’m so proud of her.

She, Raine, Steev and I have talked about the pros and cons of becoming a prefect in some of our daily conversations, and I guess she based her decision on those. When Steev was in F1, the school was pretty new and the principal, seeing that he had straight A’s, told me he should be a prefect.

In my time, a prefect was appointed by the teachers because you’re a smarty-pants. So you had to have earned yourself the job. To be head prefect, you had to be the top student, the all-rounder excelling in both studies and sports, and it was an important job you had to do to keep the order and discipline.

These days, anyone can be a prefect if their parents are in the PTA or make notable donations to the school. And the rest of the positions are filled by those who apply, pass a simple test and sail through the trial period. They are sometimes the naughtiest kids themselves.

I’ve never encouraged my kids, one way or the other, to become school prefects. A prefect is what the other kids call a slave. I don’t want my kids running around doing errands and missing classes half the time because of their duties. I’m not worried about them getting high posts and big titles .