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Like Jell-O Off A Hot Car Hood

Again a few days of not posting…again, apologies, but this time I have a  valid excuse… My Splatter-Kitty had surgery, and I’ve been taking care of her the last few days.

The day previous to her surgery, we went into town for groceries… I snapped two pictures of the road by Robinson’s Mall to show the busy streets…the pictures don’t really capture the ‘Oh My God’ feeling of how busy the roads actually get, but good enough for now…and you can see Donna on her red Scoopy ahead of us…I took a video once of the roads and I think I posted it here when I first started this bloggity…if you missed it, turn your speakers down and watch it here:

The flower-ish picture is from these weird petals that were all over the side of the road…They must fall from the overhanging trees, because they’re in clusters, like someone dropped a pail of hot-pink paint every few feet… they make the road look really pretty.

The last picture is of a spider I fed. 
I’m terrified of spiders normally, but this one was acting strange and lethargic… it kept trying to leap on flies that passed by it, and I took pity on the poor guy… I went out on the porch with a rolled up paper and managed to stun a fly, bring it in, and dump it right in front of him…he went for it, and had a decent meal.

back to my poor kitty… I didn’t want her to have the surgery… She doesn’t roam very far at all when she goes outside, she’s always within earshot, because every single time I call to her, she comes running back to the house.
On top of that, we pretty much own every cat around the area, and all our boys are neutered. 
Unfortunately, Donna decided she needed to have her ovaries removed, so Damon, Ray and I all went two days ago to have it done.
We drove into town, the building was pretty much in the middle of the marketplace… walked up a flight of crumbling concrete steps into a building that had construction going on everywhere… and basically went into a wood-paneled office in the corner that looked more like a neighborhood MLA office than a veterinarian clinic.

There were three desks along the right side of the room, atop one of which, a guy was typing on an old-school clacketty typewriter…a long desk that not only served as both a paperwork area and greeting desk, but also had surgical-instruments just hanging out on it…and two table-ish desks in (( I guess you could call it )) the middle of the room.
To the left were filing cabinets and another paperwork desk.

I pretty much felt like fainting the whole time I was in there.
We sat on plastic chairs, and they asked us to hand Splatter over.
They gave her some needles and after about three minutes, she was as high as a cloud, purring her brains out with unfocused eyes.
They took her to the first table closest to us, right in the middle of the office, masking-taped her paws, tied her bondage-style to the table with some kind of tape or something, and an assistant shaved her poor tummy…she didn’t give too much of a crap, she was out of ‘er, and that part was actually kind of funny, just the way she was tied and how she didn’t care at all.

But then they gave her a sleeping needle and she went out like a light.
Then, again- RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING, they started and finished the operation.
The doctor who was doing the operation held up the little tubey-parts and showed them to Damon and I when he cut them out.

It was freaky, to say the least…
I’ll spare the gory details.
After they sewed her up and we got her home, she was super out of it and dizzy for the whole night… even after just being cut open, she was trying to walk around…but she just kept flumping back onto her side and sleeping. I’ve been cuddling her for two days, and I gave her the medicine we were told to give her, and she’s doing way better now.
I feel so bad for her, but the worst is over and Thank God for that.



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Posted by on November 6, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Fads Are Orderly… Food Carts and Fires Are Not


About a week ago, Damon bought me some acrylic paints, a silk screener & squeegee, and a barbecue recipes book.

When I first got here, back in May, I tried to make an outdoor underground stone oven/fire pit thingy, and failed miserably at the endeavor… I had forgotten to put in a ventilation hole, it wasn’t deep enough, and overall, the design was totally wrong.

When I got the barbecue book, my desire to build an outdoor fire-pit was renewed, and yesterday I spent the day hauling rocks from a little ways up the lane to our back yard.
Once Ray caught on to what I was doing, he helped out, and took a few trips on his scooter to collect the bigger rocks I couldn’t carry.

I tried last night to start a fire in it, just to see how it would work, but I’m terrible at fires, and it fizzled out within seconds.
This morning, I collected some more dried out leaves and stuff, and I’m going to try again this afternoon to light it…I really want to cook chicken wings in it, but I guess I’m going to have to wait until it’s totally finished.
I plan on digging a hole in the middle, making it a bit deeper the easy way, and packing the holes in the rocks with mud.

All in all, I’m proud, and I like being productive and building things.
I like fitting rocks together, they’re like a big piece-less puzzle.

Donna’s leaving again soon, probably around the 23rd, for four days, which is absolutely a good thing.
Damon’s drinking a lot again, and I’m really getting weary of trying to keep our spirits up.
If any of you lovely readers have dealt with a depressed spouse, or an alcoholic partner, you know how hard it can be.

I try to be quiet and out of the way and supportive and cheery, but when you’ve got a mother-in-law that treats you like a five year old, and a husband so upset at things in his past that he yells about it, it’s hard to be that perpetually cheerful happy-girl on a twenty four – seven basis.
I’m told to ‘make the house mine’ and participate in the household, and decorate and give input, but then when I do, or I make a change to something and tell everyone, it gets moved, ignored, or ridiculed.

Sorry to rant, it’s also very hard when you have no one to talk to about these things…

I wish we could get our own place, because his mother is literally killing him, and it hurts to see him so upset.

But what can I do?
I’ll just keep on doing my own thing, and hope he eventually comes around.


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Posted by on October 18, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Keeping Regular – Good for the System

Well, I almost didn’t write a new post today…no news is usually good news, but I suppose being the author of a bloggity…no news is bad views?

So I suppose I shall talk today about driving on the Scoopy.

Way back in the day, when I was a little youngster, I thought it would be awesome to get my driver’s license… a personal milestone of life-changing grandeur, opening a whole new world of opportunities and greatness. I couldn’t wait to turn sixteen and buy a cheap rust-bucket to call my own.
As sixteen got closer and closer to becoming a reality, I realized that having a car was highly overrated, way too expensive, and much more work than I was willing to put in, and in the end, I never ended up getting my license.

When I moved out to the Philippines at first, the roads and traffic terrified me… the people here are insane on the road, and rivaled only by Montreal, in my mind.
My husby Damon told me I would get used to it, and that while it looks chaotic and dangerous, there actually is somewhat of a method for driving here. I thought he was just as insane as the rest, especially after telling me that when he’s alone on the bike, he drifts around corners and reaches speeds of over eighty without a helmet… Can you say potential street pizza???

Eventually though, after about four months of my being here, I got the driving itch. One day when there was nothing going on and I was ready to crawl out of my own skin at the boredom I was feeling, I decided to hop on the bike and go for a spin.

Previous to this, my only experience with the bike was being on the back with him, and one teensy instance of driving it from the Sari-sari to our house…a grand, majestic total of about a two-minute trip down the driveway.
I had never driven a car in my life, let alone a scooter, which is what we own.

So the day I drove alone, I went up the mountain… Deciding that since I hadn’t been up that way yet after months of asking Damon to take me, I’d just go right ahead and take my damn self.

I have to say, it was a lovely drive, the flowers, trees and various plant life here are all breathtaking, not to mention the scenic views of the city from the mountainside.
I could feel the local people all staring at me, and a few tried to get my attention, or said hello as I drove past… but being a foreigner here, it’s getting to be a normal thing for me to experience.

I almost drove myself off the road trying to avoid a baby chicken, and at one point I was stopped by a large herd of goats, but other than that, the ride up was smooth and beautiful.
I found what looks to be a park, that I want to investigate further, and I saw an old Lady sweeping grass clippings off the side of the road. I took the time to appreciate and admire her work, the way the freshly swept soil looked richer and darker for her doing so…

The way back home was a bit frustrating, I definitely got lost, and got a few smirks from people as I passed them more than three times trying to find my way…
I decided at one point to stop and ask for directions, and realized as soon as I did that I was on my own darn street.

I got home just before the tank ran dry, and decided I think I may very well fancy this driving stuff… I can’t wait to go out and adventure again…next time, I’ll remember to bring my camera.


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Posted by on September 18, 2013 in Uncategorized


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