Archive for the ‘Feelings’ Category

Somehow, 2009 has been a bit less productive when it came to blogging.

At the close end of 2009, I discovered Face Book! And so, the beginning of a bad addiction started.

Let me assure you, with a built-in guilt from years of being Catholic, I’d never stray too far from a project such as my blog, or my knitting, or anything that is dear to my heart. I’m still productive, but a bit spread-out-thin at the moment.

So to compensate, let me give you a treat for the eyes. Just click here. Trust me, it has something close and related to yarn, providers of yarn at least.


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Could have been…

Should have been…

Sweet Sixteen! Today!

Alas, all we have are memories. Great memories!

Jake misses you ~ because Jake misses the time he steals your share of the food bowl. haha!

I miss you because you were such a part of our family. Adaptable, malleable, and just one awesome ‘people’ cat. Everyone who knew you, loved you. Except maybe the one that made you go away. I still think I know who made you go away. I have suspicion but not proof.

Oh Tom, you are totally missed!

Our Hearts Ache for You, Tom!

And there is yet to be a blog page to honor you, oh sweet ol’ Tom!

In any case, Happy Birthday!

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I’m Still Sad!

Hello! My name is Jake!

Jake here: Where are you Tom?
I’m the only cat around now. I miss my cat friend, Tom. I’m having difficulty adjusting to this loneliness. To divert attention, I lick myself to oblivion. If not for the loving care of my human caregivers, I would be hairless by now.
Where is he? Where did he go?
His birthday is coming up, and usually there’s lots of food to go around. I miss food.
Where is he? huh?

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Tompkin Maroon passed away yesterday. He was 15.75 years old.

It was sudden. And that’s what’s make it hard to accept.
It was a decision to put an end to an unbearable pain.

Oh sweet, lovable, huggable, ‘lap’pable, adorable, super-popular neighborhood cat to humans. Terror to other cats. 

Farewell to you!


Farewell to our sentinel! 


Still Guarding His Territory

More memorial coming soon!





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Warning: depressing post coming on; read at your own risk!

Let it be hope and a miracle!

The nightmare that is 2008 would hung around for awhile.
The abyss of good life and plenty is actually a false assumption and has hit rock bottom. Almost everyone, globally, is suffering.
The signs of time are upon us. It’s not like it happened overnight. There were predictions and forecasts of hardship, pain, and death. But everyone is aware of that. No one can avoid it.
2009 is a waiting game. Waiting to see what the world leaders would do to get their countries out of a h*llhole. For the U.S., we are looking up to President Obama. But Obama indicated  there is a need for every citizen of his country to pull up their bootstrap and work like there’s no tomorrow.
It’s different with the first Depression. There were no major wars going on. Actually, the U.S. had to go to war to stimulate the economy.
If we get into another Depression now, it would take alot longer to come out of it. The wars we are fighting on currently, has the mighty military struggling and weakened. The purge from fire (literally and figuratively), will be devastating, I’m afraid.
Would this be the beginning of the end as predicted about 2012?

It’s weird that these thoughts came out of me upon waking up today. I must be depressed.

Let’s not pretend that something wonderful, something miraculous would happen overnight. We are in the pits; it would be a great hurdle and struggle to get out of it. We cannot wait for someone else to help us; everyone else is on the same boat. We gotta help pick ourselves up and not be a burden to others, who already have their own burden to carry.

But there’s always that HOPE to shoot for. MIRACLE may be out of reach at this time.

So, even if 2009 seems to become an extension of 2008’s headaches, pain and destruction, at least everyone will attempt in their own ways, to come up with a ‘coping mechanism’, to lessen the damage for the preservation of self.


Is there anyone out there who thinks the same way I do? Or, have I lost it? Am I a doomsday-sayer? A pessimist? A realist? Stupid?

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You Miss My WHAT?

My Precious (Mi Cielo!; mi hijo precioso) has been gone from home over a month now. He had moved out to test the waters of independence. He seems happy whenever I see him. He has been invited to home dinners about 3-4 times during that duration. He would come in to pick up his mail. Or just plain check out his bedroom; to see if I had transformed it yet to a Yarn Room. Tsk! Tsk!

And when he’s here for a visit, I’d be tempted to ask him if he misses home; or worse, if he misses me. I wouldn’t dare, though. I’d want him to know that his mom can hack it; that I’m not the ‘HOVERING’ kind of mom after all. He hardly misses his Dad as he works at the same company his Dad works.

So, through the grapevine, I found out that My Precious indeed misses home. He was asked what he misses most. There were two things at the top of his list. Here’s what he said.

  • IRONING ~ tops the list.
  • DINNER with Nay* and Tay* ~ only comes in 2nd.

Mr. Wonderful laughed so hard when he heard this, but my jaw dropped. I was shocked! I never realized that my ironing had a very significant impact on a growing boy, who never told me that his clothes had to be impeccably clean and UNWRINKLED. He never had to complain, because always, like a robot, I had ironed everyone’s clothes, be it grudgingly. 

So, I’m not sure if I should be sad about this or jump for joy? Gosh, I thought I’d be missed for my sunny disposition and perky personality. HAHAHAHA! That would be the day! Even I do not believe that! Hahahaha!

*By the way, Nay and Tay are short for Nanay (Mom in Pinoy) and Tatay (Dad).

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I found this description from eHarmony, of what a windbag is.

The Windbag
Yakkity Yak. The Windbag is the woman who never shuts up, barely stopping to breathe. Seeming only concerned about what is going on in her life and sharing her prattling insights, this Chatty Cathy also has Drama-Queen tendencies (not good).
The Windbag’s rambling renditions drive men ME! crazy for obvious reasons, but they also make men ME! feel a little obsolete since they can go on and on without anyone else’s input. Most people think it takes two to have a conversation, but not The Windbag.
Women are more verbal than men and get a bad rep for being garrulous. The Windbag, however, doesn’t know that the sound of silence is golden. She needs to learn that the more you talk, the less you learn.

Here’s a term that fits perfectly well of someone I know.

“Bingo!”, I said to myself upon finding out from eHarmony of all places, what I’ve been looking for to describe a person, that for years I have tolerated (and even respected) because of the status of being a relative.

I wish I do not have to deal with this person anymore. However, this person doesn’t want to leave me alone. No one, I mean no one, has had the nerve to ignore this person. I did and I still do. And this person cannot believe that of all people, it had to be me.

So please forgive this blog entry. It’s a mild rant-and-rave entry. I just have to let it out. There’s more I wanted to say here, but that would be hitting below the belt kind of deal. I’ve already done that sometime ago. I had unleashed a verbal bomb directed at this person, that at this point, I have not taken back. Which means, what I said stays, no apology whatsoever.  Because everything I said I really meant.

And I wish I can tell you what prompted me to even have given this person an ounce of my blog space and my time.

Oh yeah……I had to vent.

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