It Was My Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday.

Nothing fancy. Just a simple celebration. I prepared tuna pasta, wheat bread, and turbo broiled chicken for the evening meal. Oh, we also had Rango VII and Tres Cepas. Backup supply is scarce. Good thing Papsie’s friends brought nilagang pata ng baboy and carbonara. Papsie cooked the leftover tuna and made a variation of tuna omelet which they so love. We also had peanuts which we bought from a nine-year old little girl still sauntering the streets at past nine o’clock.

It was not what you can call a celebration really. It was a simple merry making. We and some friends had fun. I guess it is the idea of a gathering with its many entertaining tittle-tattles that made the simple get-together fun.

Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing

Yesterday, the priest told a story about two ‘priests’ that stopped at houses and asked for donations for their parishes at Fairview and Caloocan last May 1 fiesta. The people from the different places of the barangay were told that they perform some canonical functions like house blessing (with a fee of course). They had with them a permit from the barangay. This is odd because it must come from the parish church of the place not the barangay. It was learned that the Aglipayan congregation has no parish at either the two places mentioned. No priests have those names, too. Another racket proliferating, eh?

Walk the Talk

During the homily, the priest asked what the parishioners think as the best traits of a parish priest. Those who were asked enumerated a few traits. Daryl whispered that a priest should practice what he preaches. Which means walk the talk, Father Buddy – just as simple as that?

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

I cannot help be disappointed with some people who would greet me a happy birthday superficially. Seems like they just greet me because of the food they expect me to bring and give. Here I go again. I might be branded as negative once again. But you see I am the one experiencing all these straightaway. These people ignore me most of the time as if I don’t exist. I feel amused at the smiles, greetings and even the peck on my cheek as if I am a close and treasured friend.

It’s vulgar to be famous,

That isn’t what makes you great…

- Boris Pasternak

I was shocked about how many people remember my birthday. I was kind of petrified that a lot of people know exactly the date of my birthday. Petrified because of their expectations maybe I am. Well, it is hard to please everybody, anyway. So, why make fuss out of it?

Thanks Much

And to all who cared to greet me deeply, many thanks. To all who remembered my birthday, many thanks. To all who wished well for me on my birthday, many thanks.

Many thanks to hubby, who’s always there, even in the trying days of our lives. To my wonderful kids, who are like peers, and are always making fun of me, thank you very much. You are oh so dear to me.

I offer my thanks to the Lord for giving me another day to live.