Wednesday, February 27, 2008

and i am not alone! here's something i found on guinea pig daily digest (doting-mommy-geekdom!)

You know you're a guinea pig slave when...

you make a big salad dinner, and the piggies knock the food bowl over getting bedding on the nicely sliced veggies and you clean each veggie off only for your guinea pig to do it again

your friends tell you they are coming back in the next life as one of your guinea pigs

cleaning the Guinea Pig's cage is more important that cleaning your own apartment

you can tell the grocery clerk the universal codes for endive, romaine, and parsley before they can look them up

you have to have your pigs on your wedding photos and video

you ring from the Maldives to the UK just to see that they are OK when you are on your honeymoon

you buy a bigger house so they have more room

you get a new job, and your first thought is "cool, they have a paper shredder, I can get more shredded paper for the piggies!"

your guinea pig sulks when you don't carry him over to sit on your bed and watch you prepare for work in the morning

you absolutely MUST say goodbye to your guinea pigs and tell them "mommy will be back" even if you are only gone for a short while

at the end of the day, you kiss each piggie on the top of the head and say "mommy loves you"

everything you wear is covered with cavy hair and you don't care

you wear almost as much fur as your piggie does

the babies get their breakfast BEFORE you do, or you'll hear about it

you hold one, and then the others complain, so you have to make time to hold EACH one, even if it means you're up a little past your bedtime

you have a 2-story house, and your "emergency plan" for possible fires, natural disasters, etc., is all about how to get the piggies safely out, not about your important papers and valuables

when you are planning a vacation, calling the best pet sitter in town comes before even making travel and hotel reservations - if you can't get the best sitter, no point in leaving town

you leave instructions for the babysitter that have nothing to do with the two children she's supposed to be watching. she knows, however, where the 'pig treats' are when the chorus of "wheeking" begins.

you can't get any work done, 'cause you're spending too much time talking and playing with your piggies

you get sick of listening to your human children whine, but when the 'pigs "wheek" for hours on end, you sit back and enjoy it

you don't need an alarm clock most mornings, because the pigs ARE your alarm clock

you automatically smile and think pleasant thoughts when you smell wood chips

you turn on the air conditioners in the house and run up your electric bill just to make sure the guinea pig is comfortable

you are trying to describe the way a teenage boy was behaving in front of a teenage girl and the only word you can think of to do so is rumblestrutting

you go with your pals to the corner shop during your lunch break; they buy chocolate but you pick up a cabbage for the guinea pig

you hear a shoe squeak in the middle of your art class and look around to see who was wheeking

when your coworker says to you "You never talk about your cat anymore. Is she o.k.?"

when your pigs eat more fresh veggies than you do

guinea pig "pellets" on the floor are about as innocuous as brown M&M's, and you don't think twice about picking them up with your bare hands

you ALWAYS make sure that your piggy gets HIS vitamins, but you usually forget to take your own

you're a college student, but have been known to go home early from a night on the town because, "they'll be mad at me, because we didn't have playtime yesterday"

you condition your pig's dry coat with Aveda products and use the cheap stuff on your own hair

you answer the phone "wheeeeek?"

you cut your holidays to a minimum because you don't want to leave the little ones behind

your new car is a station wagon, because it can take the big cage

when you come home and say "WHEEEK WHEEEK WHEEEK!" instead of "Hello!"

your family physician asks you how your boy is doing, and you respond with "Which one?" "Your son, of course! You only have one!" and you sheepishly explain that you thought he was referring to the pigs

when you automatically assume that everyone who enters your house will want to meet or visit with the guinea pigs - including repair people and delivery people

you get up early even on mornings when you could sleep in, because you can't bear to hear them wheeking their little hearts out in hunger

every piece of cardboard you see invokes the response, "Oh, let's save that - it'll make a great piggy toy!"

you spell "week" as "wheek"

while discussing your Piggies in public, kindly old ladies ask you "...and how old are your little girls?"

you wonder if you have the right to choose your piggie's theology, so they have wooden dreidls in their box to gnaw on, and individually monogrammed stockings hung on their water bottle

you look at every stray box, tube, flowerpot, etc, as potential Piggie Habitat extenders

your computer-room chair squeaks when you move, and you run to see what's wrong with the Guinea Pigs

You know you're married to a guinea pig slave when...

he wakes you up not with a "good morning dear," but with "there are starving creatures out there, you know!"

he's running to the store to get cereal and milk, and doesn't ask "do you need anything?" but instead asks "do the piggies need anything?"

your husband thanks you for putting green pepper in his salad because he knows you don't eat them raw, and you tell him, "it's ok, i was giving some to the pigs" and he says, "oh, i see, i get the guinea pig leftovers"

your pig sits on dada's lap, and HAS to be hand-fed a piece of dada's cereal "golden grahams" BEFORE dada can eat his own

your spouse walks in the door from work and goes straight to the guinea pigs to greet them, give them hay and attention, before he/she gives YOU any attention

your spouse says "i love you" in this sweet voice, and you say "I love you too" before you realize he/she is talking to the piggies and not you

your spouse won't even pour you a cup of coffee in the morning, but he/she will make sure the piggies have hay, water, fresh veggies, etc.

your spouse has pictures of the guinea pigs on his/her web site, but no pictures of you

your spouse thinks it's perfectly reasonable to spend over $100 a month on the guinea pigs food and toys, but thinks that going out to dinner (for humans only) is too expensive

you and your spouse plant a garden with the guinea pigs in mind and you don't bother planting anything they can't eat

you purr to your partner to show him your affection

isea @ 4:59 PM

Sunday, February 03, 2008

there's no turning back now. after buying a new split-level cavy apartelle in arranque (salamat kael!), we went to tiendesitas and found a little gp half-buried under a bunch of sleeping bunnies. she was so tiny, not just compared to fat henry, but there were so many cavies and bunnies in a single cage. we've fattened her up quite well since.


name:
georgiana bengzon, aka rockstar george

distinctive marking/s:
rockstar shades and brown highlights

anniversary:
26 january 2008

affiliations:
Guinea Pigs Who Stare At Walls (GPAWS), Bedhair Forever Salon, The Beatles Official Fan Club

hobbies:
eating, nibbling, staring at the wall, following ate henry and learning how to be naughty


henry seems delighted with her new sister, and pays less attention to mommy & daddy. she's really the ate, being the more dominant and assertive of the two.

in almost stark contrast, george is very quiet and sweet. she's quite content sitting at her corner of the cage while her sibling hops about. when we take them out for playtime though, she follows henry's lead and joins her in exploring their surroundings.

they are collectively known as javie's cavies or the bedheads. i insist that they love me better.

isea @ 12:09 AM

Saturday, February 02, 2008

my cousin's two year old daughter recently passed away. little miranda had been battling lung cancer not too long ago. a small lesion was also found in her brain and they had hoped to treat it with chemo as well. i will never get to meet her.

i had a doll once that looked just like her.

isea @ 11:40 PM

Monday, January 07, 2008

isea @ 6:47 PM

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

christmas has come and gone. to be honest, i didn't feel it very much. to be honest, it may be the saddest, dullest christmas i've had since... well, since the christmas we had at to spend at the hospital when my dad was confined.

christmases at home have been going downhill, or so i feel. no more dressing up or mountains of presents or even the yearly family picture. and frankly, it's not about those things, or the lack thereof, at all.

there was no spirit this year, no holiday warmth sung of in carols. people just wanted to sleep or watch dvds or chat with their little friends over ym. after noche buena, they nearly forgot about opening the few presents, more concerned about retreating from the heat by withdrawing to the air-conditioned tv room. they refused to sit for pictures in ratty house clothes and refused to get dressed up for pictures.

i'm not angry about this. not at all.

on christmas morning, i dreamt i was offered a way out. it shouldn't have been put that way, but that was how he explained it. and of course, i really do want this, he added. i've wanted it too, for so long now. it's not the first dream i've had of it. i woke up with a start.

at the party with my paternal relatives, i sat by myself and yawned. there had never been much of anything there, after all. just people pretending to be closer than they actually are, in the name of family. for the sake of the christmas and all its feel-good, feel-warm trimmings.

it's not that i don't like christmas. besides those irritating carols and been-round-the-world fruitcake, what's not to like? something about christmas has always made me feel a little empty. they say suicide rates are highest around this time of the year. i think i understand them somewhat.

i had been thinking: will this feeling go away when--? it's a rather unfair expectation, i realize. for me and for him. there is only now. i love the way it was described here:

And then I said, it's not that it's wrong to want such a goal, it's just that what would happen once you reached it? What if we were in that house one day, with the kids and the dog and the multiple cars in the garage? Don't you think that once we were there, we would look back on the days when we were young and poor and could only afford tiny apartments in the city, and we would try to budget out how many restaurants we could go to every month, and then argue about which ones to go to, and how we'd stay up really late watching TV even though we knew we'd pay for it the next morning, or how I really hated the hills around your place, but grew to begrudgingly accept them because they gave me a really good workout, especially when I could only find a parking spot at the very top of the hill, or how you had your totally rockin' band and I would go to your gigs and then try to think up lame names for your next songs, or how we would stand on your balcony after dinner, drinking wine and looking at the sunset over the bay?

But all this is now, I said, this is us, and I can't think of anything better than knowing how wonderful your life is at this moment, there's no need to wait for the future to arrive, and how horrible is it when you can't take a moment to realize and appreciate that?

sometimes we forget. and i realize that when i find myself weeping in bed at night, it is not because i realize how fortunate i truly am.

i weep for not having appreciated it better.

well, now. the sun will rise soon. in the meantime, i shall attend to lord dream.

isea @ 1:26 AM

Saturday, December 22, 2007

isea @ 2:39 PM

Friday, December 14, 2007

Dear Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer.
YeR FReND, BiLLy

Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How 'bout I send you a book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger, at least HE can spell!
Santa

Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah

Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?
Santa

Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.
Love, Teddy

Dear Teddy,
What? Do you really think your dad is going to quit banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane, son? Let me get you a nice Lego set instead.
Santa

Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love, Francis

Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're gay.
Santa

Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
Love, Susan

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face. You want to kiss my butt? Leave me a bottle of scotch.
Santa

Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you making Toys?
Your friend, Thomas

Dear Thomas,
All toys get made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most my time squeezing cocktail waitresses butts, and losing money at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know.
Santa

Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?
Love, Jessica

Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping your house.
Santa

Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE PLEASE could I have one?
Timmy

Hey Timmy,
That whiny begging shtick may work with your folks, but that b.s. doesn't work up here. You're getting a sweater, again.
Santa

(this is from a forwarded email. if your name is francis--hello kapi!--please blame santa for his anti-gay notions. in retrospect, you do look good in "gay" shirts. it's a compliment, really.)

isea @ 12:13 PM

Sunday, December 09, 2007

come one step closer to happy ever after

isea @ 9:21 PM

Friday, November 30, 2007

named for wrestler eddie guerrero (god rest his soul), papi, alias bobby the bandit for stealing various food items from the kitchen table, is a year-old spitz-retriever mix. i have no idea how that happened but the retriever side is very obvious. at times, he has also been called chuckie and prozac.


he seems to like living in makati. we have a garden out front, a substantial grassy place for him to romp in and do his business. there's also a most darling beagle named kobe (after the basketball player) next door, whom he visits often like a nosy neighbor (very desperate-housewives-ish).

he's smart and remembers things quite well, meaning, you can ask him to find his favorite toy ball or to go visit kobe. he's very affectionate, kissing people when you say 'love love'. incredibly hyper and extremely suplado (to strangers), he makes a great guard dog and hates cats with a passion.

my mother spoils him like a doting grandma but he loves me best because i hold his feeding bowl. his favorite food: various meat dishes, barquillos, ube, white bread, cheeses, ice cream. like most people in my family, he's allergic to chicken.

are you on facebook? papi has his own profile. hehehe.

here is a picture of the gargoyle dog across the street. today, he decided to stand and stretch his legs for a change.

isea @ 5:13 PM

Thursday, November 29, 2007

and guilty of long overdue blog posts. blame facebook and all those vampires/werewolves, water fights and superpoke wars. incredibly and insanely addicting.

we've yet to see december in but in this crazy, god-forsaken country, christmas begins with the coming of the -ber months. there's been a lot of jingle-jangling in the air (especially on the radio) and people are flocking to divisoria in droves. in my little corner of the world, i'm hearing a different sort of bells.

my sister is parading about the house in her shockingly busty, burgundy-red bridesmaid's gown. my former cell leader and the youth pastor (when i was still church-bound) are finally entering into holy matrimony sometime this coming december. i took a look at the red red red invitations and squirmed at the size and oddity of the entourage--they must have included the entire congregation and delegated strange positions like a college-age boy as ring bearer.

oh, i don't know. your guess is as good as mine.

mom's next door (office) neighbors are having their wedding in raffles hotel, singapore. the invitation was interesting but just too impractical: a small hardbound book that includes airplane and hotel rates as well as tourist attractions complete with write-ups. really burning cash.

of course i'm not jealous. why on earth would i promote singapore in my invitations?


then there's this adorable fairy tale of sorts spreading about the net, the neil-gaiman-helps-a-guy-propose-at-the-ad-congress story. been living under a rock? read his story here and her reaction here.

it's gonna be difficult to top that one. and i hear dave mckean is being considered to do the invitations.


if it's still showing, do catch enchanted at the movies. mcdreamy (amazing how he looks amazing with all that hair fuzz) is at his dreamiest, and the interweaving of animation with the real world is pretty damn cool. julie andrews voices the narrator. recommended for the attached, the unattached and the jaded.


because there's nothing more to say--at the moment. plans have been postponed until further notice. :)

(seriously, you couldn't have thought i was born yesterday. i'm a very clever little cat. and i ask too many questions.)

isea @ 2:26 PM