My DH Mommas

The last time June and Lori visited me, I was still slightly bed ridden. Meaning, I wasn’t on wheelchair duties yet. I think I was just discharged from the hospital. June brought her infamous Chapchae (if you want to order let me know). She was picnic ready that she even brought plates and utensils as not to burden me with the clean up. Uh, June, that’s why I have yaya Helen and the rest to help clean up. That’s all we really do when we get together. EAT EAT EAT. 

DH Momma’s? I call them my Desperate Housewives Mommas. One, they are all married, I’m not. We all have kids more or less the same age, and we all met through our kids in the village park. So that’s about 10 years worth of friendship. I learn a lot about how marriage is and the intricacies of husbands. Hahaha. Despite the age difference I have with them, it’s all the same. I may have even taught them a thing or two. About what? Hahahaha. There are 6 or 7 of us in the group. Another riot when the kids get together but always fun.

Today we had early lunch at Cafe Mary Grace in Greenbelt. After listening to what they were ordering, I decided to be a “good” girl. I only had the Mushroom Pate and Fried Kesong Puti & Calamansi Vinaigrette Salad. BUT for dessert had to be RICH. Initially, we were suppose to share 3 desserts. Didn’t happen. We devoured what was served to us in a flash. Burp. Excuse me. Coffee please. Thank you. 

June had to go meet a friend and I agreed to be “kaladkarin” to Lori. After being stuck at home for months, I’d gladly accept an invitation to go out.

My son, had his own plans which I didn’t even know about until he called asking where the driver was. Haay. As long as I know where he is going, who he will be with, how he is going to and from, and to make sure he has his phone with him, I’m cool. I do miss him because he has his own world already. Hahaha. It’s rare that we have a picture together these days. I asked for one. Thanks to Photo Booth. Say CHEEEESE lovey.

April Already?

All of a sudden I became the busy bee or at least felt like it. Been feeling so-so because everyone has just been so darn busy that I couldn’t catch up anymore. I told myself that I should start getting busy too despite the current situation. It’s also reason why I chose to start my way up to the second floor by hook or by crook. To get that feeling of “normalcy”.

My son joined the 56th Luke 18 Weekend at the San Antonio Parish over the weekend, my mom forever out. which left me even more alone. I only had Twitter to keep me company and my current TV shows to watch. Sunday, April 1st, my mom and I had to pick up Xavier from the weekend and attend the parent’s orientation. We were a bit late but I didn’t really mind because, many many years ago, I myself joined the 7th Luke 18 Weekend when I was 11 years old. That was (I’m not counting…) years ago! It was indeed nostalgic because I knew almost all the actions and songs they were singing. What’s funny is that, I see my high school classmate and grade school classmate right in front of me because their kids were “teaming” (leader) the the weekend while my son was a “candidate”. We all agreed that “it’s their turn”. My son is still on a “high” constantly telling stories about what happened during the weekend and the non-stop singing. I’m so glad he really enjoyed and was able to experience the same thing I did many many moons ago.

I met some Adult Leaders while waiting for my son and I to get picked up, and couldn’t help but share with them the bits and pieces of what Luke 18 meant so much to me. All the friends I have made who up to this day are very dear. No matter where I go, I’m bound to bump into a “Luker” or someone from Antioch (an older version of Luke18. 15-18yrs I think) anywhere. Maybe now, when I see friends out and my son asks me, “Momma, why do you know so many people?”, he’ll have a better understanding of why. I couldn’t clearly explain to him when I would say, “They’re people from church.” then.

My son and I spent the night exchanging stories about the weekend and we sang a few songs. I couldn’t believe that I still knew them by heart. The sudden rush of the activities that the parish has in store for the kids. Christmas Plays, outreach programs, out of town trips, and many more, caught my attention. Hmm, my son will definitely want to attend all these. My baby is really growing up. =( Sigh.

It was PT day again. This time I noticed that it was full of PT interns in white. Chris’ intern was John who spent the whole time in my cubicle and what other thing would he ask but of what happened to me. Hahaha. I should really have some tape recorder that my yaya can just play whenever I’m asked of what happened to me. Sometimes, I get lazy and just give my website and ask them to read it. Haha. I’m so bad. But really, it is my pleasure to share my experiences if I can help anyone in whatever way possible. They say it’s part of my “mission”. If so, so be it.

We added more weights to my walking and Chris said that I was getting better and stronger. The problem is really that, if I don’t see what my right leg is doing, I can’t move it the way I’ suppose to. Again, it’s my brain!! Hahaha! I was walking faster and strides better this time. I had Chris & John either beside me or behind me through the duration of my walks. Good job Ms. Bettina! Yay!

As I was waiting for my car, I see a friend. My explaining my “connection” to her will send friends saying “Ayan nanaman si Marichoo choo.” Long story!! Apparently, she fell off the horse and hurt her foot really bad so she was at POI for the therapy. Did I say horse??

Braving the long walk down to the stables til the end where my horse’ stall is, was the longest walk I ever took since my operation. I was just an eager beaver to see my baby. I even brought her a bag of carrots. I was so excited to see her, I forget my gadgets to take her picture. Oooh she’s so fuzzy!! She hates being clipped by the razor so we just wait for her coat to shed. She knew my whistle as I was making my way through the stalls as she looked up immediately and was nodding her head back and forth. When she saw the bag of carrots I had in my hand, she nudged me even more. Haay. Wait baby, wait. You’ll get your carrots. She ate the carrots alright. But for the first time, she wasn’t extending her leg demanding for more. She wasn’t her usual impatient self, when I’m too slow in feeding her carrots or apples and I knew why. Poor baby =(. Her groom is in the hospital getting ready for gall bladder surgery. She knows it and feels it. Please pray for him. Jive has been so happy and upbeat ever since he became her groom.

Of course, my Tita Marivic was by the stables feeding her cats and she wanted to see my surgery. She wanted to see my foot and all the sutures. She was one of those who told me to have my Achilles tendon lengthened. I haven’t seen her since our trip to Hong Kong last November for the Riding for the Disabled (RDA) Conference and Competition, which is very long considering that we see each other at least 2-3x a week. As everyone knows that she is my second mom. Haha. Gosh, I have been riding with her since I was 13 or 14 years old. Anyway, as much as I wanted to stay and chit chat as always, my REAL mom needed the car back with her. Will come by sooner than you think, Tita.

So happy with how the day turned out. It was healing to see my horse. I felt rejuvenated. Many won’t understand what it’s like and I won’t bother trying to explain. Haha. Not having eaten lunch again, I was already thinking of what the cook can prepare for me. BUT, lo and behold, the cook comes to me with a box. A box of Red Velvet Cupcakes from @1giney c/o @bethangsioco from Adarna Food & Culture Restaurant. Thank you so much! All these treats coming my way. What have I done to deserve this? (More about Adarna here). “Dessert Comes First” and “Life is too short, eat dessert first!” were how I had my lunch at 4:00 p.m. Cupcakes first then, Artichoke and Spinash Spread with Crackers and Garden Mushroom Soup. Cheers.