Loving the life you live, and living the life you love!

~ Somebody’s Katie ~


Sat next to a gray-haired man named Harry
While on a long wait
at a departure gate.
He looked at me and said:
My world was an awesome story for two
That lasted for over half a century.
Katie was the woman I chose to marry
Who had the command to comfortably hang out with.
She was the other kid in the playground
I would most like to play with.

So now I stand,
In a place I never stood before
And I find myself
A reason to believe that…
Maybe I want to be somebody’s Katie.
I’m starting to believe the other side of me
Who’s been too lazy that…
Maybe I want to be somebody’s world.
Somebody’s force of light
Part of a story, beginning, middle or end.
Somebody’s moon, full and bright
Somebody’s breeze, just cool and right.

Harry said:
From the time the bouquet was thrown
And my queen took my ring and made me her king,
Until the time she took her last breath,
Katie was beaming with joy.
And as she was graced with silver hair
and unflattering creases she dared not to bare,
I loved Katie even more,
Maxed out to the core.

In this light,
I’m beginning to see the crazy part of me that…
I wanna be somebody’s Katie
To be somebody’s other kid in the playground…
Somebody’s crescent in the sky, semi-circle or round.
Somebody’s star, sublime with infinite glow,
To captivate and hold a power that we never out-grow.
Yes, I want it all…
The dress, the bouquet, the orange blossoms, and the “I’ll Be’s,”
Even the gray hair, the creases and the wrinkle freeze
Just like Harry had Katie.

I’ll Be by Edwin McCain
Marry Me by Train and Martina McBride

~ God Wills It ~

Let me start by saying that “God is good all the time; all the time God is good.” I am in awe of how God declares His greatness and magnificence. There is not a single event in our lives that does not come under His watchful eye. Nothing escapes, nothing and no one. Whatever He wills is going to happen, and nothing can stand in its way. All will transpire exactly as God has planned and calculated.

Barely a week ago, I received a call from Josie, a fellow Lay Missionaries of Charity who recently visited one of the houses of Blessed Mother Teresa’s Home for the Dying in the Philippines. The scarcity of resources and supplies to care for the elderly and the dying is very evident but does not in any way cause a twinge of discouragement or give rise to dismay and anxiety, nor does it diminish the nuns’ desire and put their mission to a halt but rather transform and inspire those who witness their love for Jesus in the distressing guise of the poor with a smile and a joyful heart.

Substantially struggling with wound care supplies, Josie was moved to tears as she recalls her private encounter with the nuns as they wash and clean the wounds of the dying with utmost care, compassion and gentleness.

Mother Teresa quotes:

“No one should die alone … each human should die with the sight of a loving face.”

Inspired by the nuns’ love for Jesus to serve Him in the distressing guise of the poor, and determined to show God’s mercy to His people, I was compelled to take action to help. On the same day, I asked for donations on behalf of the dying that the nuns care for, and in a matter of hours, donations were pouring in. People were so enthusiastic to give and willing to help. Someone even offered to cover the cost of the box shipment which is quite expensive to ship internationally.

By the grace of GOD, in less than a week, FIVE huge boxes full of wound care supplies and miscellaneous items will be shipped off to the Philippines this week! Wow! Isn’t GOD just awesome? He is truly in our midst…. and definitely showing off! I am overwhelmed and humbled by the kindness and generosity of God’s humble servants to help those in the Philippines who care for the dying.

Blessed Mother Teresa gently prods us to love as Jesus did as she said:

“Stay where you are. Find your own Calcutta. Find the sick, the suffering, and the lonely right there where you are — in your own homes and in your own families, in your workplaces and in your schools. You can find Calcutta all over the world, if you have the eyes to see. Everywhere, wherever you go, you find people who are unwanted, unloved, uncared for, just rejected by society — completely forgotten, completely left alone.”

To God be the glory!

~ I Wish You Had Stayed ~

That Wednesday morning my dearest Ima recalls
Pacing back and forth, and in & out of the hall, you took that call.
Little drops of rain began floating down, and we cheered
Never would have imagined that later we will be drowning in tears.
You said, “Let me play with little Bianca and stay.”
But you grabbed an umbrella instead and started your day.
You were rollin’ and reluctantly hit the road, I was told.

Arousing feelings of helplessness and uncertainty filled the air,
Extreme anxiety and deep sorrow we dared not to bear
As we dealt with the news of an unfortunate fate
The premature taking of a life so amazing and so great.

The tragedy has pierced my heart and shattered my soul
And divided a field what used to be whole.
My tears weighed a ton and my heart so heavy
With the loss of a brother whom I loved so dearly.

I’ll spend forever wondering what might have been
If you stayed that day I can’t even begin to imagine.
Great memories of you are all I have
And the occasional dreams that our Lord allows me to have.

I grieve for thee, Lazaro my brother
You were my great delight sent from up above by our Father.
Yes, I mourn and struggle with the tragic loss, and I strive
But it’s GOD’s love that keeps me strong and alive…
Who speaks to my soul, and sings to my heart.

Our beloved Lazaro with little Bianca, Set and Paolo

Can't Cry Hard Enough by Williams Brothers

~ Swallow Thy Pride, Buddy!~

A Helpful Suggestion for The Late Show.

Go for it, Dave! It’s for the good of mankind… plus, it will surely boost your TV ratings.

Gotta love this:

“POTUS: Can, uh, we, uh, go to, uh, I’m Barack Obama, and I don’t, uh, approve this message.”


~ Are You A or B? ~

SCENARIO: In a very small town somewhere in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony, the good, hardworking Mr. Jenkins down the street is driving his new Rolls-Royce. A father and son tandem witnessed the action.

Good ole days reaction of a father to a son: “Son, one day, you can be like Mr. Jenkins and can have the best car in the world. And if by chance you become wealthy because of hard work, excellence in what you do with strong work ethics, and essentially well compensated for it, you can enjoy all the beautiful things this world can offer and still be generous to others especially the needy.”

Current reaction/occupy mentality response of a father to a son: “Why is he even driving that kind of car in this part of the world? What was he thinking? Why would he buy a car for himself as expensive as that one and not just settle for a cheaper one, and give the rest of the money to the poor? Grrr! Let’s go son, and let’s tell our neighbors what a jerk and a show off Mr. Jenkins really is! He is evil!”

Which one are you? I’m definitely a good ole day kinda gal to a T!

Paul Ryan is not my choice but kudos to Romney for picking a guy who’s huge on common sense fiscal sanity who will challenge the current administration and introduce the right economic policies for economic growth and recovery that need a bit of polishing these days. As expected, the lefties wasted no time attacking Ryan as they have already started playing the field about the Medicare lies: “Romney picks the guy who wants to end Medicare.” For Pete’s sake, he wants to save it, not end it! The Democrats obviously and shamelessly operate on their mantra using the usual tactic that “if you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it.” Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. This patriot sir, cannot be tricked and refused to be enslaved!

Ryan as the VP pick will send free market engines roaring back to life. And in the VP debates, Ryan will make Joe Biden look like, well,… Joe Biden!

Sarah Palin Congratulates Mitt Romney On His Choice of Congressman Paul Ryan As His Running Mate
(Although a Palin/West duo would have been the Filet Mignon version) 🙂

The Facts of Ryan’s Medicare Plan
Ryan Articulates Conservatism Naturally

~ Cool Your Jets ~

A fool’s hope for an ambitious 9-zip but came up really short with a 5-4 ruling by the Supreme Court to uphold the individual mandate. Yes that fool was me, Citizen Jane, with a dream and a great hope for the future; like a warrior fully geared-up for a cause ready to join the battle. I do realize how melodramatic that sounds! Are you still ticked off from yesterday’s ruling and getting pretty tired of all this media’s unparalled hoopla? I know I am! Cool your jets, folks. There might be a hint of a silver lining at the end of the tunnel so let loose of the cry of despair & despondency, and hope for the best. Short-term boost for “the one” and his minions but will be short-lived. You’ll see. So dear God, please help us all.

Can I Just Say “Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining?”
Shall I Ask “Is The Devil Really Evil or Just Misunderstood?”

A five-minute sanity break sounds feasible, and maybe, I’ll even take a chill pill but I’m not backing down for sure. I’m with the sleeping giant that has been awakened by the bold arrogance of some, moral incompetence of many and the unprecedented influence of the political correctness wagon that surrounds and dictates their tone in an attempt to redress real or apparent injustices of the world. Former Kool-Aid drinkers near-epiphany stage welcome and will not be ridiculed. So hop in.

This Is What Scares Me Among Other Things

Let’s Make Our Country Right. Let’s Keep Our Republic. “We Cannot, Must Not and Will Not Turn Back. We Will Finish Our Job. How Can We Do Less? We Are Americans.”…”Let Us Be Sure That Those Who Come After Us Will Say Of Us That In Our Time, We Did Everything That Could Be Done. We Finish The Race, We Kept Them Free and We Kept The Faith.”

Father’s Day perhaps is one such occasion that gives us an opportunity to not only acknowledge our dad’s role, how important they are to us and to express it well, but it also sets up a tone of overwhelming emotions, geared up towards a spectrum of a double-header emotion, a two-fold kinda happy-nostalgic celebration in the mix, at least in my case. This day I believe strikes the right emotional chord that keeps on bubbling up.

Allow me a quick trip down memory lane. It just doesn’t seem that long ago when Tata whom we fondly called Daddy Groovy would sit up either on his bed or couch with all of us kiddos cuddled up together listening attentively to his made-up sagas of “Anyang Misan” (Once Upon A Time) stories. I can’t seem to recall much of the tales but I remember that we laughed a lot. We were just too eager to listen to his spontaneous good-natured antics in an attempt to revive old stories or come up with something inventive and imaginative. His style was nowhere near that realm of wearing thin! If it was his intent to make us laugh then, it can be assumed that he succeeded in his quest without trying too hard. Whether it was time for bed or one of those blackout energy-saving powerless nights back in those days, Tata always seemed to find ways to amuse us with fun-filled avenues that cater to our then simple, easy to please, uncritical little minds.

Lara’s Theme, Somewhere My Love from Dr. Zhivago was a household tune as my Tata would sing or hum the melody all too often, and would dance with our mother, and later on asked me and my sisters to dance with him. We loved the endless spinning around and around not minding much at all the dizzy spells and whirling sensations we felt afterwards. He also loved to sing Dandansoy, I Must Leave You Today, a famous folk song from Culasi, Antique Philippines; he sang this us to put us to sleep and when he was about to take a long work trip anticipating a distant journey away from home. For us kids back then, there could be no doubt those days were the longest wait ever. On the day that we knew our Tata was returning home, we’d walk our way through our local Sunset Boulevard (adjacent to our parish Santa Monica Parish Church) and would wait for hours, fully determined to escape all sorts of possibilities to miss anything so there’s little chance of messing up. Catching a glimpse of our Tata stepping out of the jeepney was indescribable… it was worth a thousand words!

Oh well, that is just a brief flash of light about my Tata, and the major morphs of growing up haven’t even made it into the scene. They have yet to emerge! There is just a vast and overpowering amount of tales and awe-inspiring stories that can be told that I’m sure we all want to share about our dads and pay tribute to their extraordinary impact and influence. It’s foremost on my mind someday, it will be my joy and utmost desire to grant each tale its moment to linger. I know for certain that if I’d talk my Tata into moving the moon for me if it were at all possible, he’ll do it in a heartbeat! If he sees a stranger drowning, he’d rescue him; if he sees someone hungry, he’d give him food even if it’s his last; if he sees someone seeking for truth, he’d lead him to The Way, The Truth and The Life —The One who finds, who gives, who loves each of us as if there were only one of us, and who will reveal Himself to the one who seeks Him.

My Tata taught me to live for God, His Church and His precepts even if at times, they seem so hard to follow; to be lttle, be last in line but first to serve—and be a willing servant. He has taught me that “humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.” He had chosen the path, that others may be preferred and I set aside, and to love until it hurts mantra— the road I hope to take and can measure up.

Truly, GOD handed me my Tata who has given me so much love, and who took great pride in everything that I do.

Thank you, Tata for loving me for the rest of your life. The greatest gift God gave me next to our Lord was YOU and the gift of being given the chance to take care of you when you were sick. God is my constancy amid change and you were right there along with Him.

Happy Father’s Day to the grooviest dad who is now in heaven! I love you all the way right up to the moon and back.

Sweet Whispers
I Am My Father\'s Daughter
“~ Losing Family ~”>

~ Sweet Victory ~

Nail-biting finish? Not really. Good ALWAYS triumphs over evil. Thank goodness!

BTW, I love the smell of fiscal sanity in the morning. This has been one of the better days to watch lefties flip out. I have a whole bag of salt and a gallon of lemon juice to rub into their wounds. Sweet!