My head is pounding, my eyes are itchy, my nose is stuffy and my throat is scratchy. Lovely eh? All this after taking hayfever meds.
This is the only thing I don’t like about Spring! I may just take myself off to bed and attempt to sleep this off. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day!
Today we all celebrate our very own superwomen. I’m lucky because I get to celebrate Mothers Day twice. Today in the UK, as it’s Mothering Sunday and during the second Sunday in May when the Philippines (and I think most of the world) celebrates Mothers Day.
My dearest Ima. there are so many things I would like to thank you for. I thank the Lord daily for you, for all the things you do for us, for all the things you have done for us, for all the things you have given us and the things you give to us. But most of all, I thank you for raising us in a household founded on faith. Your faith has sustained us even during the most difficult of times. Your faith has buoyed us during the storms of life and we will forever be blessed by your daily testament of faith. Your faith has sustained ours and has strengthened our faith in God. That is your most precious gift to us.
Happy Mothers Day Mama! Today, most especially, I wish I could hug you. I love you.
Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julie Powell. “A culinary legend provides a frustrated office worker a new recipe for life.”
I’ve got the paperback version. 320 pages, size 1.9 x 13.2 x 19.8 cm. Published by Penguin Books. That being said, I also have the Kindle version! But because this is one of my favourite books, I am going to go old style and read the actual book!
I’ve probably read this book at least 9 times. I’ve watched the movie more! In fact, as I write this blog entry, it’s on. Right now. I’ve got Meryl Streep, Stanley Tucci and Amy Adams on my TV screen.
It’s my comfort movie because I watch it whenever I’m home ill. It fills me with hope that someday, my blog will mean something, that someone will read it and think, “Hey, that girl has something to say and she says it well!” That is the dream.
I love this book because it’s about someone I can relate to. I can relate to the experiences and it’s someone who knows about the Bataan Death March (which my grandfather was part of — he was a Philippine World War II veteran)! Every time I read it, I just smile. I would love to meet Julie Powell. I would love to pick her brains. I would love to say, “How in the world did you manage to start living the dream?!?”
Because that is the dream. To write. In my case it’s to write about food.
So I am about to embark into another journey into the world of Julie Powell challenging herself to cook through Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. And, oh boy, am I going to enjoy this particular ride. Again.
These are challenging times.
If you’ve been reading my blog, you’ll know that I’ve been worrying over my father, who is still in hospital. We encountered a setback today. He was supposed to go home tomorrow but that’s not happening now. I still believe that he is in the best place that he can be. He has the best doctors and he is where he can be treated immediately. I know that science can only do so much. The rest I believe that God will take care of.
I am feeling a little delicate tonight. I know that I will cry at a drop of a hat. So I’m trying to entertain myself. I’ve got Mary Berry on the telly cooking her perfect beef stew and I am trying to blog. I am desperately trying not to be morose but I think I am failing miserably.
I’d like nothing better than to go to bed and pull the duvet over my head. And maybe have a good cry.
Sorry everyone. Pass the kleenex.
Sunday is usually family Sunday Skype Day. I chat to my folks and they chat back by video chat. We haven’t been able to do that properly for a couple of Sundays now. My dad is still in hospital but he is improving. His catheter and IV has been removed. He’s now in rehab for the stroke that he suffered to strengthen his left side. Instead of a video chat, I phoned my mum and said a quick hello to my Abba on the phone. There is something that I can’t put a finger on, something that worries me. But I can’t seem to articulate it, I can’t seem to describe it. This I lay down at my God’s feet. This I lift up to Him to take care of. I also lift up my worrying heart and ask Him to allay my fears and to calm my worrying heart.
Instead of spending the time chatting to my family, I have read several devotionals instead. The verse below has hit home and has helped me deal with my situation.
“But His joy is in those who reverence Him, those who expect Him to be loving and kind” (Psalm 147:11).
It always amazes me how much God loves us. And I mean REALLY loves us. We have free will and He doesn’t stop us from doing our own thing. But when things go wrong, He makes it possible for us to find our way back to Him. He loves it when His children go out and be independent, but He loves it even more when we are completely dependent on Him. He would rather we completely depend on Him. And that suits me just fine. It’s easy to say “Keep the faith” or “Just trust God” but because we are human, we have human frailties and we are, by nature, driven to be independent and our self-preservation instinct automatically kicks in and we find it difficult to depend on anyone or anything else for safety. But going it alone brings a shedload of stress and heartache! I am so blessed and eternally grateful that my God is there for me, that I can completely depend on Him and I can leave my cares at His feet and I can trust that He will make everything better. The reassurance that God wouldn’t have it any other way just stills my worrying heart.
The seduction began with one small music storage device called iPod touch and after that, it was fairly easy to lead me down the garden path!
I always thought I was a PC person through and through until I started using the iPod touch and saw how easy it was. Then I started using a first generation iPhone and then was well and truly convinced that I could not live without my iPod touch, my iPhone and my iPad.
When my Dell laptop started slowing down (admittedly, it was a 7-year old model!), I knew that I had to have a Mac. And that’s exactly what I did. I took myself to the Apple Store and got myself a MacBook.
This is not a sponsored post. I just wanted to say that it started with one handheld device that condensed all the tech. I loved how you could read your emails, tweet, Facebook, listen to music and surf the net in one little nifty device. Sure, the need for a wifi connection was a little bit of a sticky wicket if you were on a bus to work, but these days, even your corner coffee shop offers wifi, so that’s no longer an issue. Apart from the one stop shop quality, I loved how instinctive the gadgets were — using the iPods, iPads and iPhones were as in instinctive as using the Nokia phones in the early Noughties.
So now, I’m sitting on my couch and learning about my new toy. It’s a whole new world!
PS If Apple does want to give me a few freebies, I wouldn’t mind! Ha! :)