Transitions

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I decided it was time for a change.  I was looking at my phone wondering who to call when a text message came in.  He asked what's up.  Tadah!  He's up, that's what.

And that's how he became my transitions guy.  He became the bridge to the next point that I hoped to go to.  I remember musing about how unusual the whole scenario was.  It was so typical yet so alien.  Many times I felt horrified by the dangers that went with it.  Never mind, it's all temporary.  But then it all started to change.  I was amused when he started breaking unwritten rules like texting me good morning, good night and then in the weekends.  It was simply not done!  He's not supposed to MEAN anything!  Yet these small gestures started to make me smile... then they started to make me happy.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, my transitions guy became the most important guy in my life.  Who would have known?  He is the one I draw strength from in my tiring life.  I breathe easier because later, I know he'll give me a hug and take the stress away.  He cannot be everything that I need but he keeps me from giving up when times are really tough.  That is all he can be and that is all that I need for now.

Some day, like all good things, it will end.  I hope the memories he will have of me will be happy ones.

Crush Video

The video that went viral last week showing three girls torturing a puppy until it died has really distressed me.  I love dogs as everyone knows so I feel strongly about this.  Articles on "crushing" talked about other small animals like rabbits and monkeys being tortured have horrified me.  Pure evil!  I can't understand how anyone can do it!

They say everyone has a good side.  I don't see how there can be a good side to anyone who could hurt a helpless animal to death.  The smallest yelp of pain from any animal alarms me and fills me with rage let alone torture!

Psychologists interviewed on the topic talked about possible abuse and bad experiences in the participants' childhood.  They are victims themselves.  I can't accept that as an explanation for this behavior.

Curiously, I can accept this analysis about psychos who kill people but where children and animals are concerned, no.  Those sick people who hurt helpless beings should be penalized and given extra suffering before they are sent to their ultimate destiny in hell. For such acts, I cry for the reinstatement of the death penalty.

This small picture of the poor puppy being stepped on is unbelievably heinous.  I run to hug my precious babbies to my heart.  Did any of these girls' parents see this?  Did they think their daughters were monsters?  Their mothers must have felt something indescribably horrible.

God needs to protect animals better from His likeness.

October 2013

Why, it's practically Christmas!  

Now don't pfft pfft me...you'll hear that from me 2 more times until you KNOW it's Christmas! 

It was a harrowing last week of September.  First we had to work through the night to prepare materials for a big meeting.  I just scooted home for a shower and then back to work and  attend our G1’s 50^th birthday bash at the end of the day.  I was so tired when I got home that I walked through the house without seeing my sick daughter splayed out on the sofa.

The next day, she was so sick that I had to take her to the hospital where she was confined for a couple of days.  It was her first time to be seriously sick as an adult.  She was like an injured kitten except when she had friends visiting and then she was like a talk show host.  When her friends were gone, she went back to the injured kitten act.  I had to get a semi-private room for her as our HMO cover was hardly half of a small private room and since I had no idea how grave her condition was, I decided to just bear a semi-private.  That meant she had her own room but shared the toilet with 4 other rooms.  The showers were in the middle of the floor and that was like a scene from Psycho.  I showered at 4AM on Sunday in such a rush I hardly lathered! I was distressed as the diagnosis was kidney stones for surgical removal as the stones were too big for her to pass.  It turned out the radiologist read the CT scan of another Ruiz.  So she was put on home medication for UTI and gall bladder sludge.

We had to postpone our trip to visit my 94-year old grandmother scheduled last weekend.  We were so excited to have a pictorial for 4 generations.  It will have to wait until the end of this month.

Marcus told me Igor is doing well.  I miss him and I worry whenever there's a thunderstorm.  He fears thunder.  I worry he'll step on a poisonous snake (like the deadly dahong-palay!!!) and get bitten because he's a city boy and is snake stupid.  I miss his handsome face.

I'm trying to let my hair grow long. It's at an awkward stage and reminds me of Nora Aunor.  I hope I get through the day without heading for the chop shop.