Phoebe the Makeup Destroyer

Phoebe Cat is hyperactive lately, it’s driving Abet and me crazy. She’s been running and jumping around a lot and has broken a couple of drinking glasses in the process.

The latest casualty was my bottle of L’Oreal RevitaLift foundation that I got last year from my L’Oreal gig. I’m so annoyed because that bottle was worth around P1000 and I’ve used it only once, and I like that foundation because it’s good on mature women. Worse, it broke inside the bag where I keep all my drugstore-brand foundations (Phoebe knocked over the bag from the top of the cabinet), and everything inside was a mess:

I’m just grateful that the MAC Mineralize Skin Finish powder (below the big eyeshadow palette) didn’t shatter. That one’s expensive. But I’m bummed that this one did:

This one’s just chipipay, it’s just Ever Bilena, but I loved the eyeshadows in this palette. They’re of good quality and pigmentation, this was my favorite palette when I was in makeup school. I highly recommend this to anyone who’s into makeup but doesn’t want to shell out a lot of money for it. I probably won’t be replacing this since I’m now investing in better brands and in bridal colors, so… sayang.

My husband says we need to get more toys for the kitten so she can release all her pent-up energy on them. Some balls, maybe, or a yo-yo or diabolo minus the strings. I can’t afford to have any more makeup–or glasses–broken. Phoebe knows all too well that just one pa-cute look from her after she breaks something and all will be forgiven.

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We need Mario and Luigi over here

We have a leak that badly needs fixing and we’ve been waiting for the handyman, Untoy, to come over, but no there’s no sign of him yet. We’ve been waiting for him since the last week of April. Abet tried to fix the leak himself, but it was good for just a few days. I hope Untoy comes over soon. We just need him to fix one little leak, not install Tube Bendings or anything complicated.

The leak is outside where Whiskey stays, and the good thing about it is that the steady stream of water washes the dog’s liquid waste away. But I shudder to think about how much our next water bill might be. We really need that handyman now.

 

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Wedding planning is in full swing

Not mine. As much as I enjoyed my wedding planning, I’m not crazy enough to do it again so soon.

My best friend Jemima is getting married in February of next year, and I’m a bridesmaid, of course. She just sent us all (her bridesmaids) an email to tell us to start looking for designs of dresses we want to wear. She also asked us to send over our favorite color, shoe size, and shirt size (maybe she’s getting us custom tshirts). These little updates get me so excited.

This is it! My best bud is really truly getting married to the love of her life, and I want to be there every step of the way even if we’re thousands of miles apart.

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My work desk

I can’t help but admire the photos of the home work spaces that Daphne Osena-Paez posted on her blog today (see Beautiful Desk Clutter). The desks are all so nice and full of character, mine is nowhere near theirs. It’s very messy, and the clutter is far from being called ‘beautiful.’ I can’t even post a photo of it, the most I’ll show you is this (from a previous blog post):

Any work-at-home advice article will tell you to fix your work space and make it more conducive to working. I’ve been meaning to spruce up my home office space when we moved in after the wedding, but I was preoccupied with being a newlywed that I wasn’t able to get around to it. Seven months later (exactly seven months today, by the way), my work desk is still one big mess.

The desk itself is from my mother-in-law. I love it, it’s the perfect height for working on a laptop. The flowers are no longer there, I just got rid of them after five months and I’m planning on getting white ones of the same kind. These are statice flowers, no need for water and will last for months. The Starbucks thermos bottle (from Abet’s student) is a mainstay on my desk, but it has ice water in it. The cat still likes to sleep behind the laptop every once in a while.

Other than that, here are the other things you’ll find on my desk:

    • two kinds of body lotion
    • Myra-E facial moisturizer (I apply several times a day)
    • two Ikea candles, one is now being used as an ashtray
    • a small bottle of Efficascent oil (lola ang peg!)
    • index cards and a pen
    • my work notes
    • cable wire ties
    • a nailcutter
    • a comb and a hair brush
    • rubbing alcohol
    • a half-eaten pack of banana chips that has been here for days

Writing this blog post makes me want to work on my desk and get the stuff I once planned for it: a pretty pinboard above the desk (and pin nice stuff on it like the calendar Mai of ShutterFairy Photography mailed me, inspirational quotes and pictures, and family pictures), Alice Blue candles (which I love), a proper desk pen set, a stack of Post-Its, etc.

I want to make it pretty so that the next time Daphne (yes, first name basis, close kami) posts on her blog, “send me a picture of your desk,” I’ll take an Instagram pic in a jiffy and send it to her with the proud caption, “Here’s mine!”

I’m employed!

I have a job! I’ve always had a job!

I engaged in small talk with the servers of the carinderia across our house while buying lunch earlier this afternoon, and I mentioned that it’s so hot that I can’t work properly. The two servers-cum-cashiers (a girl and a gay guy) looked at me in surprise as the girl asked, “Ay, may trabaho ka pala, ‘te?” (Oh, you have a job?) Yes, I explained. I have a job, I write for a living, but I work at home. The gay one, Kuya Bong, jokingly exclaimed, “Akala namin tulog ka lang ng tulog diyan!” (We thought you just sleep all the time!)

I was mortified! So the neighbors think that I’m unemployed and spend my days sleeping! I couldn’t blame them. After all, I do stay home all day. They don’t see me going out to work everyday, and I buy lunch or merienda from them every afternoon in my house clothes.

I know it shouldn’t bother me, but I wish all our neighbors knew that I work and that I don’t spend all my days sleeping. I don’t like the thought of them thinking that I’m unemployed and that I’m relying on my husband for financial support, because I’m not and I don’t. I am proud of my job and of the paycheck I bring in. I don’t want anyone thinking that I’m a housewife with no income, because that is something I would never want to be (that’s just me).

I work at least 40 hours per week. That’s around 6 hours per day including weekends, and after doing household chores, I’m still left with a lot of time to Facebook, to window-shop online (right now I’m looking at high sierra backpacks), or just laze around and do pretty much whatever I want, including, yes, sleep. But I work full-time; I work as much as your average nine-to-fiver.

I’m still working on achieving that I-don’t-care-what-anyone-thinks attitude, and until I’m there (not quite yet), things like this will bother me. I wish those two people at the carinderia will tell everyone that I have a job.

The curious case of my crazy cat

Three weeks ago, when Abet’s friend Mario, a fellow cat-lover and the one who gave us Josie and Ludwig, came over to pick some stuff up, he saw Phoebe and exclaimed that she was pregnant. Abet and I were in shock and in denia! How could that be? She’s only six months old and looks every bit a baby! She can’t be pregnant!

We then recalled that three weeks before that, during Earth Hour, Phoebe managed to escape. She was gone for less than two hours and had a scratch on her face when we found her outside our door. Other than the time she crawled out our window and into our neighbor’s window, that was the only time she got out. As it turns out, that was all the time she needed to get knocked up, because sure enough, a few days after Mario ‘diagnosed’ her pregnancy, Phoebe’s belly grew bigger, and her nipples swelled and turned pink, a tell-tale sign of feline pregnancy. I checked Sophie’s nipples regularly last January after she escaped to mate, so I know how preggy kitty nipples look like.

It took days for the fact that Phoebe was pregnant to sink in. Abet could barely accept the fact that Phoebe went in heat at 5 months, much less get pregnant at 6 months. We joked that maybe God was preparing us for a daughter–and that this was a lesson (to lock our future daughter up, maybe).

Our concern then was if Phoebe was old enough safely carry babies and give birth to them. She’s so young and so tiny. We considered having her spayed which would terminate her pregnancy. I asked for advise over at the Cat Care Philippines group on Facebook, and while some commented that indeed she’s too young, I learned that yes, it’s safe for cats to give birth at that age. However, someone from CARA commented that the most sensible thing would be to have her spayed now. After much drama (from me!), Abet and I decided to have her spayed. I already called CARA for their schedule and was supposed to bring my kitty there last April 29. But after even more drama (from me again!), we decided to let our Beefy cat have her babies. We just couldn’t bear the thought of an abortion.

And so, there we were, at peace with Phoebe’s pregnancy and excited to meet her kitties. We agreed to keep all her babies, unless she has an all-black cat, which we would then give to Mario. So just imagine our surprise when last Wednesday, our cat started going in heat! Pregnant cats are not supposed to go in heat! I read that they may display signs of being in heat like becoming more affectionate, but what Phoebe went through was a full-blown heating period, complete with manliligaw kitties right outside our window every single night. The funny thing was that her belly kept getting smaller and smaller with each day of her estrus (heat) until it went back to normal size.

Funny. Phoebe had a false pregnancy. After all the drama and crying over whether or not to get rid of her babies, there were no babies pala. I didn’t realize that hysterical pregnancies also happened in cats, but apparently, it does. It’s more common in dogs than in cats, though. A false pregnancy happens when the cat releases an egg for no reason, or if the tom (male cate) she mated with had been neutered or is infertile.

We’re sad but at the same time relieved that she’s not pregnant. And we did learn our lesson, so she’s getting fixed next week after Uma and Sophie (we only have one cat carrier so we can’t get them all spayed at the same time). Also, because we realized that we can still afford to take care of another cat, we’re getting another rescue cat soon. The new cat is now at my parents’ house, we can’t wait to bring him over to ours.

Hay, Phoebe. You never run out of ways to keep us entertained.

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I get by with a little help from my friends

My high school best friends and I met up last night, and it was just what I needed. Being around these people who still insist on calling me “Mackie” made me forget my worries, even just for an evening.

We surprised Ria, who turned 30 last Sunday, at their house. We brought flowers and cake, enjoyed pasta made by her chef husband, and played with the most beautiful baby boy I have ever laid my eyes on, eight-month old Alon. Afterwards, we had milk tea in Maginhawa while daydreaming about business plans, New York and Orlando vacations, and our barkada‘s future. The boys took me home past midnight to say hi to my husband and my pets.

Abet and I are going through stressful times right now, and being around my friends was a breath of fresh air. I feel blessed to have them in my life, especially now that things are tough. That’s what friends are for, after all.

Delinquent blogger

I admit that I’m not really giving this blog the respect it deserves. I don’t write regularly, my links are outdated, and the look is generic. It deserves more from me because it gives back. It’s just barya-barya, but it adds up.

One of these days, I’ll overhaul this blog. The first thing I want to do is to get a customized theme. I like how it looks now, but I can name three other blogs that use the same WordPress theme. The blogroll will also have to be cleaned up since there are a lot of dead links, and I haven’t added my new-to-blogging friends yet. I’ll also look into webhostinghub reviews to see if I can find better hosting options. I should probably also put up an “About Me” page, because what decent blog doesn’t have one?

I’ll make this blog more serious-looking once I get the time. It’s the least I can do for it, since I can’t really write.

 

Homestretch

Abet is almost done with grad school, but until then, he’s got a lot of work to do.

My husband has been so busy in the last few weeks with rehearsals and with writing his paper for his comprehensive exam. He hasn’t been eating well and sleeping enough that he’s losing weight at such a fast pace, you’d think he was taking testoripped. Plus, I’m sad to say, he’s we’re smoking again. Our stress levels are at their highest. The next couple of weeks are going to get even more busy.

I’ve relieved him of Whiskey duties–feeding, bathing, cleaning up–until his last recital is over. He barely has time to shower, let alone take care of the dog. I have also volunteered to type his paper. I wish I could do more, but there’s really not much for me to do.

I know I sound like a broken record now, but I. CAN’T. WAIT. FOR. THIS. TO. BE. OVER.

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Beach bummed

Are Abet and I the only two persons on earth who did not go/are not going to the beach this summer? My Facebook and Twitter feed lead me to believe that EVERYONE a) has gone to the beach; b) is AT the beach right now; or c) is planning on going on a beach trip. People everywhere are sporting tan lines and sun-kissed glows, while Abet and I are so pale that I’m tempted to get some tanning spray.

*envious sigh*

We just don’t have the time or the money to go on a vacation right now. Soonest we can go is June, and by then, the rainy season will probably already be upon us. I don’t care, though. I just want to go to the beach the soonest that we can. Until then, I’ll probably just work on getting into swimsuit-worthy shape.

There’s going to be a doctor in the house

Well, there are already doctors in the house since both my parents have doctorate degrees, but as Phoebe Buffay of FRIENDS would say, those aren’t real doctors. :P We’re going to have a medical doctor soon (someone who’d actually know what the medication carts at Howard-Medical.com are all about).

My brother Mako is already on his fourth year of medical school, and I’m so excited for him. He’s very busy doing 29-hour duties at the hospital this summer, and his most recent tagged pics on Facebook all look like this.

Poor kid. We’re all so proud of him though. He’s going to be the first of three doctors in our family: my sister May will be in her second year of med school this June, and our youngest Joe will also be studying medicine next year right after he graduates college. If I were them, I’d sleep as much as I can now. Looks like they won’t be getting a lot of it when they hit senior year and beyond.

Missing Cartimar

It’s been a while since Abet and I went to Cartimar, the pet market in Pasay. We used to go there a lot during our first few years together, that was where we went on Sun-dates when we didn’t have much money. For animal lovers like us, Cartimar is a happy place. We could spend hours looking at the pets on display, and we’d window-shop for pet supplies such as kennels for dogs and toys.

I pulled up some photos of our first trip to Cartimar together five years ago (which was also Abet’s first time there):

This was a few months before we got Django, when having our own yellow Labrador was still just a dream.

Another lab puppy. Abet looks so young in this picture.

One of the things I love about Cartimar is that I get to play with one of my favorite animals there:

Yep, snakes. That’s my hand. I love snakes, but there’s no way Abet (or my dad) would allow me to keep one as a pet. So I play with snakes in Cartimar.

I’d love to go there again and buy our (many!) pets some treats and accessories, but Abet is just so darn busy right now. I’ll make sure that this is one of the first places we’ll revisit once he’s done with grad school.

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Nail Polish Chronicles

My friend Riza asked me to answer a survey regarding nail polish earlier today, and I had to send in a picture of my painted nails. However, my nails are unpolished at the moment because I ruined them while grating carrots for cake last week. I post photos of my polish on Instagram so I just submitted the most recent one, and that’s when I realized that I have quite a few polish-of-the-day photos:

Essie Castaway

Essie Nutmeg

Essie Whisper

Essie Cute as a Button (my favorite!)

Maybe I should do these nail polish posts regularly. This blog is all about my favorite things after all–and pretty painted nails are one of them.

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More Wedding Stuff

From the start, I really wanted to make our wedding as personalized as possible, to make our event oh so uniquely ours, to have elements that other weddings didn’t have. (Remember our first duet? That was all Abet & Dea.) The wedding ceremony paraphernalia were some of the easily-customizable elements, I just had to take the opportunity to make them truly our own.

The candles and matches were decorated with the same damask paper I used on our Kit-Kat bar escort cards, while the ribbons were the same as those used on our M&M favors (see post here). To make our wedding more cohesive, the same damask pattern was used as background for our photobooth pics as well as our ‘wishing tree’ cards.

Our cord was made by my mother-in-law. I chose flower-shaped beads for a touch of whimsy, and to make our cord different from the usual rosary-type cords. When our cord sponsor Barns saw it, he remarked, “Mahal ‘to, a!” It wasn’t. The beads were made of plastic and not out of gemstone beads, my mother-in-law says that the entire thing cost less than P200.

Here’s a pic of our cord during the ceremony:

Our arrhae was a lacquer box we got in Vietnam, it was Abet’s idea to use this instead of the one I already got from The Wedding Library. It contained one coin each from 1981 and 1982, our birth years. We also had one coin from 2011, which I think wasn’t in circulation yet at the time. Our videographer, Kris Matanguihan, was the one who got it for us. The rest are coins from the places we have been to: Singapore, Malaysia, Vietnam, Thailand, Hong Kong, and Macau (Cambodia doesn’t use coins).

Our Bible is from my best friend, Jemima. All the Bibles I own are from her. She gave me a teen study Bible in high school and a pocket Bible in college, so naturally, I wanted our Bible to come from her. She gave us a couple’s devotional Bible, and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that she had it personalized.

Instead of the traditional ring-bearer pillow, we ordered a ring-bearer bowl from Paloma’s Nest. I’ve always wanted to have once since I saw it in the wedding of our photographers, Mimi and Karl. Engraved is our ‘motto,’ Kapit Lang. We now use the bowl to hold our wedding rings when we’re not wearing them.

Part of the beauty of weddings is in the little details, and I’m quite pleased with ours. It may not have that much of an impact on most people–I’m guessing that not a lot would care about what kind of cord we used our if our candles were adorned–but it mattered to me. We had a limited budget for our wedding, but the love and effort poured in by us and the people who cared more than made up for it.

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Thank heavens I’m married

…or I’d totally be that crazy cat lady. You know, that unmarried woman who owns more cats than she should.

In my parents’ house, we have Uma, Sophie, and the twins Ludwig and Josie. Last March, Sophie gave birth to four young’uns:

There’s Chandler, Siam, Kara, and Johann. They’re all indoor cats.

Here at our home, Abet and I have Phoebe. She’s pregnant. Long story. Things are about to get a tad crazier than they already are.

I never imagined myself to be a cat lover, but here I am with 9 cats and counting. It’s not too hard to think of a gift for me, personalized pet gifts will always be appreciated.

Phoebe is due on June 2, I can’t wait to see what her kitties will look like and how many she’ll have.

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