savitrislove

I got a big treat this month. At last, the jacuzzi in our bathroom is working and last night, I lingered in the tub, surrounded by bubbles and candles. My very own spa. Well, in the long run, it'll be cheaper for me to have my spa at home. But of course I still do it in style. Earlier that evening, I got my Foam bath and bath salts at my favorite Scent shop, L'Occitane. They bring me back to that rustic-elegant feel of Cote d' Azur France that I once visited and loved. That's where the French Riviera is and I once sat along its baywalk and painted a lighthouse. I still couldn't believe I was able to go there, like a dream...but I did and as I relax in my bubble bath, I will always remember how beautiful and wonderful it was. By the way, I got a new Paddle brush...a really expensive one but I used my Rustans points to get it so I just paid a few hundreds for it. I love my paddle brush! I told Jamie its my own Blades of Glory brush. Its perfect and so han...

I love sweets and my favorite breakfast sweet is the old classic Apricot smuckers! yumyum! Its a blessing now that I can afford to keep a jar in our house and enjoy this treat. I remember fondly that my Daddy also loved jams...something I must've gotten from him. Growing up, he would buy different types of jam when he took the time to do the grocery for the house. I remember they were the local brands that are not so good. But when I was already working, I introduced him to smuckers. I came from Subic and bought myself my first jar of smuckers. It wasn't my pasalubong for him, but then I realized in a few days, the jar was empty. I knew no one else in my family likes jam except my Dad and me. But I was just happy he liked it. My Daddy was deprived of so many good things in his life, and somehow found something new to enjoy. Sadly, after a few months, I remember he left us so suddenly. But every morning when I enjoy my bites of toast with a generous spread of butter ...

Last night, we celebrated my mommy's 60th birthday. It was with a sigh of relief that I started the day knowing that my mom was alive and well. For the past few days, I've had the gnawing fear that my mom may not make it to her 60th birthday. My dad died a few days before he could celebrate his 60th bday, so superstitious or not, I was just wishing silently that my mom make it. And she did! I love my mommy so much, she represents all the good in me. Of course we did not have the perfect childhood but I knew she gave us what she thought was the best we needed. So if there is one thing I have to write in this blog, its my mommy! What do I love about her? Its the sense of security I feel when I'm with her. Even though I'm 32 years old, I still feel like a kid when I cuddle next to her. She always smells fresh and clean. She has simple joys, bringing home siopao or hopiang baboy would always make her day. Her laugh is always the life of the house. She's n...