December 31, 2011

Wrapping Up 2011

Because we are on a holiday shutdown from December 23-January 2, I rounded up the year attending more parties, reunions, school presentations, and did I already say parties? In between, I just slept like a log, shopped, celebrated Unna’s 9th birthday, celebrated Christmas, cleared my cabinets (and donated clothes to the typhoon victims), ate a lot, read a book, and did I already say slept like a log?

Happy New Year, everyone. 

December 18, 2011

Like A Thief In The Night

The news that flooded the Net last night broke my heart. It was about another devastation in our country and in a place that is not often visited by typhoons. They were swept away by flashfloods while they were sleeping and in a situation like that, one can only be defenseless at the power and might of raging waters.

The death toll as of 9 am this morning has reached 447 and they say it is increasing in numbers. I do not understand how such a thing in this season of merriment can happen. I do not understand it at all.

December 17, 2011

A Lab Story

Chichay is a 5-year old Labrador who rarely gets sick until last week, when she got afflicted with severe anemia or what is probably the equivalent of dog dengue.

The vet told us that she will need blood transfusion asap. We thought it would be a challenge to find friends who will allow their dogs to donate blood. Fortunately, a lot of friends offered to help. We were able to find a match in Freckles, a Dalmatian owned by our friend Jojo. 

These same friends also offered their own blood, if it were only possible to transfuse human blood to animals (to which my husband said, “If it were only possible, I’d be the first to give my blood to Chichay”). <3

Anyways, Freckles was strong and healthy enough to provide one whole bag of blood. Chichay felt a bit better but her platelets remained low. 

My husband made some more frantic calls to friends and there were dogs that were already put on standby. Meanwhile, I have discovered a blood bank for doggies so we thought it would be quicker to just buy blood instead of going through the process of transporting our friends’ dogs, getting them tested, finding a match, subjecting the dog donors undue stress, etc. etc. Dog blood is expensive (why wouldn’t it be?) but it was worth the expense.

With the transfusion and the meds and intravenous feeding, Chichay slowly regained her strength. And after 7 days in the vet clinic, our dog is finally coming home tomorrow. If Chichay could read, I would have made a big banner for her. But I guess she will already know from the smiles on our faces and from the pats on her head just how happy we all are to welcome her back home.

December 10, 2011

Parties, Parties Everywhere

It is the most wonderful time of the year indeed. I am already exhausted from all the parties that we have attended and there are big ones still coming. But this is the kind of stress I welcome most in my life and I am just too happy to round up my Grateful List on Maxabella Loves with this.

Exquisite Food and Booze.
Bad for my diet. Good for my soul.

I recently attended a college reunion and was so glad to see people I last saw 25 years ago (yes, I am from the ancient times). My high school reunion is scheduled next. We all experienced an era together and reminiscing about it is such a joyride.

The best thing about parties is the catch-up and the happy vibe around. Good conversations and lots of laughter energize me. And so, even if my schedule this month is crazy because of work and all the back-to-back-to-back parties I’ve said yes to, I just try to happily survive.


December 7, 2011

A Girl’s Gotta Be Told She Is Beautiful

My love language is affirmation.

I’ve only discovered that when I took the test. And it makes sense. All my life, I’ve worked my butt off and devoted so much of myself to my profession. And yes, I’ve earned the love back through my title, my reputation and the (relatively good) paycheck I get each month.

But aside from that, I need somebody to give me a pat on the back and tell me that I did good. I know what I am capable of doing and I am confident about my abilities. But to hear from other people their appreciation for your work inspires me more. It just makes getting up in bed for work every morning so worth it.

Now there is another kind of affirmation that can just bring me to the 7th heaven. And that’s when somebody says I’m beautiful, because I don’t get that often. (I get “cute” all the time. Well, I don’t just want “cute”. I want “beautiful” ;-)

Then last Saturday, I went to a college reunion party. My fairy godmother probably gave me some bibbidi-bobbidi-boo spell because I got what I wanted.

The ex-boyfriend told me I still look beautiful after all these years (uyyy!!!).

My friends from our major also told me I’m beautiful (wide, giddy smile).

My first barkada during freshman year told me I look even more beautiful now than I had been in college (gently tucking a wisp of hair behind ear).

And classmates from here and abroad sent lovely messages sprinkled with “gorgeous”, “hot”, “young-looking” (oh, stop it).

The thing is, everyone said the same thing about each other. Because really, everyone just look good, fresh as the day we met in college, and yes, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Now I am back to my cute, little existence. But I am basking still in the afterglow of my bibbidi-bobbidi-beautiful self on that lovely Saturday night (fluttering eyelashes). <3

December 5, 2011

Sunday Morning, Rain Is Falling

I woke up yesterday morning surprised at the grayish timbre of my room. I knew it was raining but since our blinds were drawn I couldn’t see it from my bed.

There was a nice chill permeating the whole house when I went down the living room, making my sugarless, black coffee an even more welcome sensation on my palm and then down my throat.

After breakfast, I succumbed to the temptation of sprawling across the daybed. I read the Sunday papers in that position. After I finished the papers, I went back to the book I am currently reading. In between I snuggled with my little daughters.

I looked out the window and watched the rain falling. I’m not used to this kind of rain. What we usually get here is a violent downpour. But yesterday, what we had was of the gentle pitter-patter kind. It was like that for the most part of the day.

I snuggled some more with my kids. Sunday never smelled so wonderful.