The D Spot

And then it came, “Happy birthday!”—a text message from first son, J. Angelo. I have been in front of SexyMac for almost an hour now, and could not write a blog post—my birthday blog post. Almost everyone, my family, barkada and friends very close to my heart, colleagues, plurkmates, multiply and facebook friends have sent me their warm greetings (from the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you, thank you all), but him. Now, he completes the circle. Not that the other members of the family do not matter—they all do, but it’s simply that Angelo and his family live on their own, and at the zero hour this early morning, he was the only one not around. Tonight will be another of those nights when the family will gather together—all 7 of them my children, hubby, DIL, 2 grandkids, my mom, and moi, all 13 of us (soon 14!).

Now I realize that time flies so fast. It was only 366 days ago, seems like only yesterday when I wrote my last birthday post, here I am writing another one. Here I am feeling like there is so much that I want to do—my birthday starts a new chapter in my life. Like most of you know, I have quit my job, effective close of business of 13 February, a Friday. Now I am looking at my options. I am not in a hurry, at this age and stage, one takes a job that gives not only moolah, but pleasure as well, which will make me smile at the end of the day or night. I want a job that will allow me to reach out to other people—yes, provide meaningful jobs maybe. A tall order?  Not really, I guess I am close to that.

I would like to continue writing, sharing ideas on the joy of living, loving, and learning. A lot of parents and teenagers alike write to me for advice and help, particularly with their schooling, and I want to continue doing this, a Dear Ate Helen Dear Kuya Cesar thingey (you younger ones do not know this, I supppose—better yet, Dear Abbey).

Now this blog post has become a wish list—may all my dreams come true, including making my Angelo and family, Mox, BA, Vince, Chato, Pau, Alan Jr, hubby and mommy smile and be happier—they’re my no. 1.

And for myself,

if i could, i would
sing at the top of my voice
dance to my heart’s delight
shout what’s in my heart

delight in what i have
wish for what i do not
pirouette, spin, flip, float
mingle, tickle, giggle

it’s fun, not a sham
make believe? oh well
call it crazy, what a frenzy
but this is me, i am me

if you feel like it, if you really do
why not come, share my world
no one’s really watching
would you, if you could?

Finally, I would like to thank the Good Lord for the wonderful blessings of life, love—family and friends, and more!

Well, now, happy birthday to me, and here I am sharing with you, Sexy Mom at 51!

Related Posts

• Today, I Fell in Love
• Meeting Our Presidentiables: Nicanor Perlas--An alternative to traditional “winnability”
• Leptospirosis Alert: a silent killer on the loose (an information campaign)
• Blog Action Day '09 Climate Change: There is HOPE...if only
• Approval of HR 1109--like a thief in the night, they again robbed the Filipinos of their democratic rights
• POC Presents Takbong Pangarap with Joy Rojas (Bloggers' Meet on 18 April)
• Takbong Pangarap: Joy Rojas, Filipina Runner to Run from East to West Coast in America