Nevergirl’s

Here’s reason no. 7: Carlos Celdran’s Jail Time Is Improving Literacy.

Before this interesting man was hauled to jail, who remembered Padre Damaso and how crooked the prayles were? Kids these days wouldn’t recognize the name Damaso unless you lubed it first before sticking it up their arses. Then again, these kids probably think they need to know Damaso like they need tobuy gold bullion, which is so NOT happening in this lifetime! Now, everyone will want to know who this Damaso is, and why he’s getting TV time. Historians and Filipino teachers everywhere will be very happy. Carlos Celdran is npt only re-kindling interest in the Reproductive Health Bill, he just turned into Jose Rizal and Noli Mi Tangere’s biggest publicist!

Oh, and this is my labor of love. You can read the other six reasons here. Click on the photo to be redirected to the Facebook page. (Don’t be jealous, friends and family. If they cart you off to jail, I promise to think of 7 Good Reasons to make sure you stay jailed, too! Hahaha!)

Si Carlos Celdran ay tunay na lalake. Ginagawa nyang uso ang mabilanggo!

I’m not anti-church. I’m not anti-organized religion. Heck, I studied in Catholic schools all my life, even in college. I got an excellent high school education for free thanks to the SSPS sisters of Holy Spirit School. So, no, I’m not anti-church or anti-religion. What I’m vehemently against are bigotry, ignorance, antediluvian health policies, and car insurance quotes that rob people blind—but that’s another story altogether.

For now, check out the page—and please don’t get me wrong. I don’t want Carlos Celdran to stay jailed because I get off at seeing others languish in prison. I want him to stay in jail for just a wee bit longer to direct attention to the real issue at hand. It’s not the shooter or the gun, people. It’s the why. It’s the Reproductive Health Bill, which is older than my two daughters combined but which never quite took off because of public apathy.

UPDATE: Oh wow! Spot.PH is quick. I woke up today to a mention of my 10-hour-old page.

1. In need of a dentist.
2. In need of a foot specialist.
3. An indiscriminate junk food eater.
4. An insomniac.
5. Evil-tempered.
6. Spontaneous.
7. A persistent asker of questions.
8. Confused what to do first, or next.
9. Prone to overplanning.
10. Prone to overthinking.
11. Overly connected to my laptop.
12. The weirdest combination of avoiding and confrontational.
13. Fiercely proud of family and friends.
14. Impatient.
15. Incredibly clumsy.
16. Uninterested in drama.
17. Easily distracted by all things new and shiny.
18. Good in a crisis, self-created or otherwise (except when said crisis involves rv repairs).
19. Obsessive about nice-smelling pillow cases, towels, and bed sheets.
20. In need of a head transplant.

I was thinking of writing a deliciously long blog post full of near-death stories, happy details, and photos of babies, sunsets, truffle-seeking pigs, dogs, kittens, and Leki Hiking Poles. Sadly, however, I woke up a few minutes ago with the mother of all migraines, so I need to put all my focus on not exploding and on work, which I have a ton of today.

Have I told you my right foot’s all swathed in a bandage? It’s a proper bandage this time, as opposed to Wett’s made-up bandage from a few days back. They haven’t yet figured out what’s wrong with my foot, and if it doesn’t heal within the next three days, Wett’s hauling me to the city to get it x-rayed. That fills me with dread, and it doesn’t help that Wett’s been consoling me with this: “It’s probably nothing. Most likely, a blood vessel burst.”

A blood vessel bursting? How is that nothing? I’ve conjured all sorts of gory scenarios, and all of them–all of them–end with amputation.

Ah body parts, please don’t break down just yet. I’m only 28. I know I need a head transplant but that, along with the amputation, can wait for when I’m 60, wrinkled, and ready to stop raging against the dying of the light.

I hope your Wednesday’s shaping up to be better than mine!

I can finally heave a sigh of relief. I just threw the last kiddie party for 2010. Thankfully, it proved to be even more fun than last year’s! We had street food as the theme. Aside from the usual carbs overload, we had fish balls, quail eggs, and squid balls cooking on the side. The kids had a ball lining up for their favorite treats, and stuffing their mouths with more ice cream than all the adults could eat in one sitting. They got really dirty, naturally, but it wasn’t anything that Blanco sinks couldn’t fix.

Charlie's happy cake

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