all it takes is a puppy

We actually had it in us to clean our house and organize our stuff a little bit. You can see most of the floor now and it’s not too embarrassing to have our business partner come into our home anymore. (It’s only just a little bit embarrassing now..) You can actually see the floor now. We’ve moved our mess on to the tables and shelves. Cords are tucked away and most of the junk-that-hasn’t-been-used-for-a-year-now has been discarded. You don’t see dirty laundry lying around anymore, nor do you see tools everywhere.

All it takes is a puppy.

Because we adore him and want to keep him safe our topsy turvy house is almost decent. Almost.

why I haven’t been writing

- i think i might be having some sort of mental breakdown
- the pressure from building my dad’s house is killing me
- the constant short temper outbursts from my husband is taking its toll on me
- the difficulties of working with my husband is a steady ache
- my pilates instructor went on vacation and her replacement made my back and neck hurt so bad I decided to just wait for my instructor to get back.
- Finn is such a happy place in my heart and I just kind of wanted to keep it all to myself for a while.

Finnegan the Wookiee

No he’s not really a wookiee. He’s a poodle. We call him Finn. He looks like a Finn. He looks like a Wookiee Finn. (if that makes any sense at all..)

He is a complete sweetheart when he’s not trying to wrestle the Alpha dog position from me. Of course I always win- he always ends up doing what I want him to do..but it does get tiring sometimes. He is the cutest little hairy thing though.

He likes to sleep at my feet when I sit in front of the computer. He likes to sleep next to me on the couch when I watch TV and ask him to sit next to me. He is a sucker for treats. He will do anything for treats..we got him to do bang (play dead), give me ten, apir (filipino term for high five), shake, shake with other hand, up, stand, sit, down, stay, roll-over, turn around, tabi tayo (sit next to me), no and come. lots of things for a 3 month old little poodle.

He gets all excited when we come home, when we wake up in the morning and come out of the bedroom..It brings back a lot of good memories that I shared with my dog James Bond (yep..after that movie….) who died in my highschool sophomore year (and broke my heart for what felt like forever).

We’re still struggling with the pee and poo when we take him to my dad’s house but at home, we’re pretty set – he goes in a 2 square meter spot…..not perfect but getting there.

One of life’s happy gifts is a puppy who grows with you.

I want to be a writer.

Someone once told me that in order to become a writer I have to write something everyday. But what happens when the words escape me? What happens when my life is boring and there simply is nothing worth writing about? But I want to become a writer. I want to write and yet I don’t know what I would write about.

I think about the daily grind and if anything interesting happened to me lately. None. Unless you count dealing with irresponsible engineers who prefer to blame you for everything that goes wrong in the project that their office is managing. I hate irresponsible people with PRC license cards who think it is a right to wield such licenses. Hello, it’s a privilege! I will have my say about all that but not yet.

I could write about our little wookiee. His name is Finn. He’s gaining weight. Lord save me from the word No. Finn knows what No means, but he likes to hear me say it three times before he gives in. Hard headed little wookiee he is. Oh but he’s adorable. He sleeps resting his head on my feet. Sometimes on the couch next to me when I put him there. He like’s being taught tricks. He can sit now. sooooo cuuuuuuute.

Oh but I was writing about being a writer. And I probably won’t be one just yet, seeing how my fingers dance around the keyboard this way and that, not really thinking about where this post is going.

weird weather

It comes in short powerful bursts. As if the wind was punching the city, banging against my windows and whistling those eerie sounds through my doors. It fades away as quickly as it comes barging in. Toying with my imagination and creeping me out.

The rain falls sideways, as if spinning with the earth, propelled by the winds. Horizontal droplets that are almost like pellets hurling themselves against my windows. And they all disappear too, just as quickly as they came.

The sun plays peekaboo behind the clouds. Or are those clouds messing with my head hiding and revealing the sun as they please?

I am in awe of the power, relentless, unyielding and unforgiving. The cold creeping into the stitches of my past and causing me pain.