I started writing when I was 8. My mom got me a journal where I could rant (prob so I won't be an annoying brat). I stopped writing for 8 years until the pen and then later on the keyboard called on me again. I blog because I like writing and that's just about it. Hope you get inspired though... Bite the apple!
Wednesday, November 4, 2026
Tuesday, November 3, 2026
Sweetie's Rubber Stamp Collection
I own a few rubber stamps. Most of them are rubber stamps related to crafting and I have a Christmas rubber stamp set from Papemelroti. Before the pandemic hit I bought a pack of Frixion stamps, but I only used it daily when it rained like crazy last July. I've been using the small Starbucks planner and I can only use small rubber stamps for it. My rubber stamp collection doubled in the last few months, but I couldn't find the right "gardening" stamp.
And that's why Sweetie busted out his collection. I was amazed with his collection because of the different themes. He has letters of the alphabet, months of the year, celebration stamps, and shapes you can use for journaling. His second box has space for more rubber stamps, so I might park mine together with his collection (except my Frixion stamps which I use everyday).
Oh, and, I finally found the right gardening rubber stamp. :)
#BeKind #StaySafe
Monday, November 2, 2026
Remembering Loved Ones
It's All Souls Day today and a chance to pray and remember happy memories of our loved ones who have passed. I remember them everyday and happy memories always pop up especially when I'm scanning old photos.
Early this year I also lost my childhood home. Every single part of it is gone because it was completely demolished to give way to a new home. When I close my eyes every nook and cranny comes up in my mind. I remember the hallway where the altar used to be. It was where we'd pray the rosary as a family. Sleeping beside my Mom on the floor in their bedroom where she taught me how to pray.
The dining table where we dined everyday. My Dad would always prepare my special nilaga rice with toyo. He would also crack open crabs for me and prepare a special calamansi dip for me. The dining table was also where we'd lay out food whenever we had gatherings. The sala also always served as the Christmas gift center. That's where Tito Tony would call out names for gifts.
Things changed when my parents converted the garage to a lanai. Since it was cooler there, that's where all the gatherings were done. It was where my Dad "held court" and he'd stay there to read and write while Mom was doing some gardening. I was the last child to move out and that's probably why I still have a very clear memory of every nook and cranny.
My childhood home was well loved because of the many people who lived in it. It witnessed the history of our family and those memories will stay there forever. Mama Lola, Dad and Mom, Titay, Tito Ben and Tita Ming, Tito Tony, Tito Mon and Tita Lydia, we love and miss you and pray you're all watching over us and partying up there!
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Sunday, November 1, 2026
Halloween 2026
Saturday, October 31, 2026
Last Day of October
Friday, October 30, 2026
Angrydobo, One More Time
Thursday, October 29, 2026
31 Years Ago
Thirty One years ago we celebrated the 35th wedding anniversary of my parents. We concocted a surprise. Since we just did it at home my sister took care of making sure they were out of the house so we could set up everything.
When they arrived my Mom was surprised to see that the house didn't have any light on. We turned it on when they came in and were surprised by relatives and our neighbors. They hurriedly changed clothes since we had our parish priest, Fr. Bernard McEachern, CP, renew their vows.
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| The clan |
What was fun about the celebration was a full program where we each shared stories of love. The grandchildren gave flowers and performed a dance and recited poetry. Of course, we had a video of their photos which we run while everyone was eating.
It was a fun night and I fondly got to look at the photos again today when I scanned them. I realized a lot of the visitors have also passed away. They say it takes a village to raise a child. Everyone in that party was part of the village that raised me.
Prayers and much love to Mom and Dad, my titos and titas, and my neighbor titos and titas and godparents :)
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