Must Love Dogs

I have a 6-month-old post about Bishop in my drafts folder, waiting to be completed and published. I still can’t bring myself to finish it so I won’t. It has been that long since we had lost him, and we are still hurting although the pain is more bearable now.

While we have a new puppy, a black labrador now 8 months old named Diego, we are fighting a new battle with Ava’s cluster seizures that happened 2 weeks ago. We can’t leave the house for long, worrying that she might go into another one and we won’t be there to comfort her. The slightest grunt from her wakes me up at night.

I can’t recall when our pets had started taking over our lives but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Moving Again

I’m sorry that I’d been absent from writing. We are moving again in July. I may call moving a routine for us already, having moved every 1 or 2 years in the past to accommodate others in my family. But this move is a big move. We are finally moving to Bacolod, my birthplace. We are uprooting everything – furniture, appliances, car, pets.

And we have been packing since the end of March. I don’t want to end up being overwhelmed so we had started, little by little.

I am not a hoarder. I don’t hold on to things that I no longer like or that are of no use to me. So I always end up giving stuff away, perhaps selling some. That being said, I can’t believe we still have so much stuff. SO MUCH STUFF!

I am going to calm down now. 🙂

My love affair with the French – Part Deux

Shall we continue? Click here if you missed part one.

I rested all those two days until I was well enough to walk to school again. My foster parents did not speak English, which I thought was great so that I could really immerse. It wasn’t so great when I first got there though. M. Pagés agreed to walk me to the bank so I can get some local currency and he ran some errands, and we agreed to meet outside the bank. Or so I thought. I waited outside, in the rain. I waited about 30 minutes until I decided to just find my way back. Not sure how I did it but I didn’t really get lost; it just took me some time (only an hour) to figure out where to go. I wasn’t paying attention when we were walking to the bank earlier. Soaking wet, I was greeted at the door by M. Pagés. It turns out our agreement was to just see each other at home. 🙂

Our communication improved as the days went by. I was really forced to speak the language and they were very patient with me. M. Pagés was a local butcher and I loved the sausages he made himself. I adored Mme. Pagés – she was so sweet and motherly, and made the best dinners. She would pair the sausages with béchamel sauce made from cauliflower. The sausages were not links but a really long rope in a spiral and we would just cut off from it what we wanted. I also learned to drink black coffee – the best way to have it! In the mornings, I would go in the kitchen and it would smell of fresh coffee and bread. They would serve the coffee in huge cups like those we see at Central Perk (know FRIENDS?). I had never seen sugar cubes before and I was so delighted to have to put two of those in my steaming cup. And then I would have a slice or two of warm baguette with butter.

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My love affair with the French – Part Une

No, not French men. 😛

Anyway, watching Les Misérables made me think about my French connection. Allow me to share that story with you as I reminisce. (Please excuse the photos. We didn’t have digital cameras back then.)

I’m not really sure how my love affair with the French started. I just decided that I wanted to learn the language and without giving it a lot of thought, I took up International Studies in college and chose French as my elective. 15 units of French won’t really get you anywhere, and while I learned some curse words and the usual greetings, nothing prepared me for the 3 weeks that I spent in France.

I was one of the 2 delegates from my school chosen to participate in the Study in France program of the French Embassy in 1999. Not sure what my school would gain from it as we left in May and I graduated the previous month (LOL!), but I still went – grateful for the opportunity and excited as hell.

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When the husband is too agreeable

Yesterday was one of those days of self-loathing. I had gotten off a nasty call with a prospective client yesterday and I was still reeling, so I decided to be a bitch for the rest of the day. That included teaching the manager of a resto a lesson on serving starters.

The husband and I were walking side-by-side, with him carrying our bag of complimentary takeaway from the resto “for the inconvenience”. I was suddenly hit with remorse, and told him how at times I still can’t help but bring out my inner bitch. I continued on by saying that having him in my life has mellowed me.

I waited for the usual “oh-you’re-not-a-bitch-baby” from him and then a kiss.

Oh I got the kiss alright, and then a whisper of assurance, “I’m glad I am able to help you in some way”.

WTF was that?!

Site is still alive!

I had been too busy and had not noticed that none of my links nor comments work – sorry about that! In the past year I had moved to a new hosting provider, this time a Cloud VPS. It is significantly cheaper and more reliable, but at the same time I had to set everything up myself from the command line. I neglected to test the links!

All is well and good now. 🙂

My Body Is Weak

And I have believed that for a while now. Last Monday night I suddenly awoke due to a sharp pain behind my left kneecap (yes, of all places). I had experienced some pain earlier in the evening but it had somehow escalated while I was asleep. It came and went for a few minutes and I kept twisting my leg around hoping to find some relief until I finally tucked my left leg in under my thigh and the husband gave me a Biogesic (my only go-to pain reliever). Not sure if it was the medicine but I finally fell asleep again. Continue reading My Body Is Weak

Morning Walk

I try to go on walks every day as I am usually in front of my computer all day for the entire week. I used to run but my shin would always hurt for some reason (umm, fats?).  My husband would come with me at times and take our 2 dogs with us (as I cannot be trusted with walking both of them on my own) but most of the time, it’s just me and my music.

I came out earlier than usual today and expected the neighborhood streets to be deserted. Just a few houses down, I saw the familiar three-legged dog, but with a shih tzu partner this time. As I walked past them, the shih tzu suddenly lunged and barked at me, with the sidekick cheering him on. He kept bumping into me. Continue reading Morning Walk