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41514150018102. Routine

We altered our routine today.

So instead of me cooking and preparing right before our meal times, The Hub suggested that I cook all our meals first thing in the morning…and he would be the one to drop the girls off to school.

How’d it go?

Well. It was hard. It was like a kitchen marathon. Prep. Clean up. Cook. Clean up. By the time I finished cooking, I was sweating and thinking “I can’t do this everyday πŸ˜₯.”

But there was this memorable joy and peace as I cooked and a happy relief after the cooking was done. πŸ€”

So would I do it again?

Probably.


What did I cook?

Tocino. Longanisa. Garlic fried rice. Vinegar sauce. I chopped up some roma tomatoes and sliced a cucumber.

Spinach salad with: mandarins, sweet onion, sliced strawberries and chopped cashews. I dressed the salad with a from-scratch vinegarette.

Garlic-seasoned fried pork steak. Pork steak topping that included sauteΓ©d sweet onions with peaches and other seasoning. From-scratch mashed potatoes. Homemade gravy.

Here’s an image of the spread:

With no prep beforehand except the ideas of what I was going to cook, this took me a total of 3 hours (Can you tell what πŸ‘©πŸ»β€πŸ³-level I’m at? πŸ˜‰).

And that’s it for my story about routine. I wish you and your home find that optimal routine (if you can and if you need it πŸ™πŸ»).

I acknowledge Creator – without Him/Her/It, nothing is; I acknowledge the Canadian and Treaty 1 Land my Peoples and Elders have been allowed entry and resources to live and prosper; I acknowledge our Elders who made their choices to leave their Motherland, sacrificed many aspects of their lives told and untold, and aimed to give the next generation better opportunities than what they had; I acknowledge our various Peers from past and present who taught us lessons, showed us skills, and provided us with good company; I acknowledge the Growing Generation After Us who look to us for guidance, knowledge, and example – may you find, choose, and do what is GOoD.

Imagine I’m holding a drink and you’re holding a drink: 🍻. 😁

JenπŸ•ŠπŸ’›πŸŒ».

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(14943150018102) Truth

The truth is…

The image above is not mine. I’m not sure how to begin getting the image’s credit so I can properly reference this. The truth is I got this from a correspondence from KAIROS. That’s it.

I find this image quite important because it’s The Seven Teachings that’s being taught in the girls’ school. And when I learned about it (which was when the girls entered school πŸ˜…), I thought it was good.

And for another truth…

I posted this image because I wanted to try out posting an image onto this blog via my cellphone. And so far so good, I hope.

I have to say/write, I’m starting to get this thought Oh no! No more pointless garbage on the Internet! But I also have to say/write, OH YEAH! More positive expression on the Internet!

And that’s my truth for today. πŸ˜‰πŸ˜

I acknowledge Creator – without Him/Her/It, nothing is; I acknowledge the Canadian and Treaty 1 Land my peoples and Elders have been allowed entry and resources to live and prosper; I acknowledge our Elders who made their choices to leave their Motherland, sacrificed many aspects of their lives told and untold, and aimed to give the next generation better opportunities than what they had; I acknowledge our various Peers from past and present who taught us lessons, showed us skills, and provided us with good company; I acknowledge the Growing Generation After Us who look to us for guidance, knowledge, and example – may you find, choose, and do what is GOoD.

For another image, here’s this one:

Thanks for reading. πŸ˜πŸ˜šπŸ‘πŸΌ

JenπŸ•ŠπŸ’›πŸŒ».

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(02313150018102) Cellphone

I am currently typing this post out through my phone.

[Playing: Bigger Than Me – Le’Andria Johnson]

The BZ are in school and the Hub is resting. That leaves me here to do what I love: to write. (Thanks be to Creator).

The cellphone…or my cellphone, anyway, is an extention of myself. In the act of writing – or in this case, typing – the cellphone gives me another way of doing it.

There’s pen to paper. Pencil to paper. Crayon to paper. Marker to paper. There’s ink to paper. There’s computer keyboard to computer screen. And through this phone, it’s thumbs-on-keyboard to cellphone screen.

Isn’t it something?!? The options…πŸ’­

Before today, the ways I’ve posted on this site include:

  • typing content out onto a word processor, then copying and pasting it onto the site;
  • writing content out on to paper, transcribing content onto the computer’s word processor, then pasting onto the site;
  • NOW this way – straight onto the site via my cellphone.

I realize there are the good and bad to everything I do. Some thoughts that are coming up include:

  • There’s less time for you to double check.
  • The process of posting is a helluva lot simpler.
  • The possibilities… πŸ€“πŸ€€πŸ˜.

Anyway:

I acknowledge Creator – without Him/Her/It, nothing is; I acknowledge the Canadian and Treaty 1 Land I and my Peoples have been allowed entry and resources to live and prosper; I acknowledge our Elders who made their choices to leave their Motherland, sacrificed many aspects of their lives told and untold, and aimed to give the next generation better opportunities than they had; I acknowledge our various Peers from past and present who taught us lessons, showed us skills, and provided us with good comapny; I acknowledge the Growing Generations After Us who look to us for guidance, knowledge, and example – may you find, choose, and do what is GOoD.

How was this one, Dear Reader, for my first cellphone blog post?

JenπŸ•ŠπŸ’›β˜€οΈ.

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(71813130018102) God’s Deed

The dark says “Oh, you mean, God’s dead.”

I realize it’s there. But you know, just like a teacher responsible for a class of 20-something children, with that one child who seems to always have a joke or comment or a retort (is that a word?) of sorts, I’m learning that the dark side, or that unruly kid has a story he/she is covering up or a critical need that wasn’t met long ago.

So, dark side – God is NOT DEAD, but FULLY AND ACTIVELY LIVING. RIGHT NOW… as
I write this and as the snow falls on the ground outside. CREATOR LIVES.

Back to the subject matter: God’s Deed.

I was compelled to cook some palabok today. Palabok is the more fun counterpart of the famous filipino pancit. I write this because palabok IS a lot more fun. It has more colour. It has less veggies (I still like the veggies but sometimes salt and MSG and fats and meats are just SOOOO GOOOOOD).

[Playing: Don’t Apologize – Cheryl Fortune]

It has meats. It has seafood. It has eggs. Green onion. And…CHICHARON. Oh, squeeze the juice of kalamansi on top. And then to drink…the good ol’ Coca-Cola.

My mouth’s watering…and I already had two bowls of it!

You see what I mean? Palabok is a lot more fun. (I do have to say though – If you’ve got a list of allergies or dietary restrictions, palabok may not be the FUN for you)

[Playing: Never Alone – Tori Kelly]

Okay, let’s try this again: God’s Deed.

I’m not sure if you’ve read or guessed about the ever-growing distance that’s formed between my dad and I. But it’s there. Or more like… we operate (a lot of the times) on different wavelengths. Or… I speak a language and he speaks a different one… a language that was my life growing up but now realize (as an adult) that there’s some parts of that language that needs to … improve.

Despite this chasm, different wavelengths, different language (however you want to call it), I was given the task of packing some of the AWESOME palabok I made for lunch, and drop it off to my dad at his place of employment.

I tell you, Dear Reader, I was battling myself the entire time after I was graced with this task.

But I did it anyway. A white plastic bag containing: a green-lid tupperware containing the palabok, a sticky note that read “Have a Good Day, Dad,” a snack-bag filled with crushed chicharon, a can of Coke, a small bottle of water, and a napkin-wrapped fork – dropped off to my dad’s place of employment. (I could go on and on about that exchange, but I’ll save you the details).

It was the simplest and hardest task.

And I’m glad I did it.

[Playing: Only You – Bad Boy Remix — 112 ft. The Notorious B.I.G. & Mase]

I do have to admit, though, I balled like a fucking baby on my drive from my Dad’s place of employment to the girls’ school. I was trying really hard to keep it in.. and not to ruin my makeup.

But I just let it go.. opened the emotional dam.

How did it feel after?

Necessary.

After I was able to compose myself… or more like notice the song that was playing as I made that Northbound turn from Burrows to McPhillips, I chuckled…

A piece of Art by Jessica Reedy was playing:

[Playing: Put It On The Altar – Jessica Reedy].

God’s got a Supreme Sense of Humour. Trust me.

I think I’ll leave it at that.

I acknowledge Creator – without Him/Her/It, nothing is; I acknowledge the Canadian and Treaty 1 soil I and my people have been allowed entry and resources to live and prosper; I acknowledge our Elders who made their choices to leave their Motherland, sacrificed many aspects of their lives told and untold, and aimed to give the next generation better opportunities than they had; I acknowledge our various Peers from past and present who have taught us lessons, shown us skills, and provided us with Good Company; I acknowledge the growing generations after us who look to us for guidance, knowledge, and example – may you find and do what is GOoD.

Thanks for Reading, Dear Reader.

Jen.
[dove][yellow heart][yellow sun]

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(41453130018102) Red

I was compelled to wear my red overcoat(?) today. Not sure if it’s called an overcoat, actually. I remember getting it, for sure, from a second-hand store a long, long time ago. I just can’t seem to remember if it was The Ruby Slipper on Sargent Avenue or if it was Value Village. I have a feeling it might be the former.

Anyway, I wore that red coat and I had a black pashmina which I used as a make-shift hood, and I also used my blue large umbrella that my Mom had given me a while ago.

You see, sometimes, when I get ready, I ask myself, where am I going? What area will I be in? Is that gang territory? Is it okay if I wear red here? Blue there? Yellow? Purple? (Can you guess where I grew up? ;))

Today was one of those days. But despite the hesitancy, I wore the red anyway. I carried that blue anyway. I also wore a green shirt and a black and beige printed pants.

[Playing: Meant To Be – Bebe Rexha ft. Florida Georgia Line]

You know what else I wore?

My cross.

[Playing: Close (Radio Edit) – Marvin Sapp]

What am I trying to say here? Hmmm…

One should be able to wear red, blue, green, purple, yellow, pink, orange, indigo, magenta without worrying about it too much.

I echo Jordan Peterson’s Rule 1 of 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos:

“Stand up straight with your shoulders back”

… and to this, I add:

and wear your colour (whatever that colour is) πŸ™‚ .

That’s all I got for Red right now.

[Playing: Holy Spirit, You Are Welcome Here – Elevation]

I acknowledge Creator – without Him/Her/It, nothing is; I acknowledge the Canadian and Treaty 1 soil I and my people have been allowed entry and resources to live and prosper; I acknowledge our Elders who made their choices to leave their Motherland, sacrificed many aspects of their lives told and untold, and aimed to give the next generation better opportunities than they had; I acknowledge our various Peers from past and present who have taught us lessons, shown us skills, and provided us with Good Company; I acknowledge the growing generations after us who look to us for guidance, knowledge, and example – may you find, choose, and do what is GOoD.

Hey, you there. Hope you’re doing alright πŸ™‚ .
Thanks for being here.

Jen.
[dove][yellow heart][yellow sun]

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(25514130018102) Old School

[Playing: School of Old- Live — Run-D.M.C.]

There’s something about that piece of Art… or Expression… that’s so captivating for me.

[Playing: The Good Good – Snoop Lion]

Head bobbing. Hands and arms suddenly getting a life of their own and they’re waving in air like they just don’t care.

It’s old school (or is it old skool?) and it’s GOoD… like The Good Good. πŸ™‚
On this topic of Old School, I had left a comment on one of my classmates-from-grade-5’s Facebook thanking him for sharing a part of his story in bettering his Self. Grad e 5?!? That’s a long time ago… without doing the math… it’s probably getting closer to 20 years ago…

OR IS IT ALREADY 20 YEARS AGO?!?

The fuck?!? I swear to you, Dear Reader, I’m still negatively affected by some of my experiences from that time… today. Coz to me, when I remember those memories, it feels like it happened just last week.

BUT ALMOST 20 YEARS AGO?!?!

[Playing: Don’t Apologize – Cheryl Fortune]

I get it. And I absolutely can relate. And probably still going through it and probably will still go through it. Getting passed it takes time… and many other … things. πŸ˜‰

[Playing: Never Alone – Tori Kelly]

I’ve learned that the old school may bring up some really shitty memories and feelings but…in a particular level of being, Old School can be soooooo GOoD.

[Playing: (Insert Best Old Skool Expression that gets you putting your hands in the air like you just don’t care)]

Here’s mine. [Playing: Put Your Hands Up – Fat Man Scoop]

I acknowledge Creator – without Him/Her/It, nothing is; I acknowledge the Canadian and Treaty 1 soil I and my people have been allowed entry and resources to live and prosper; I acknowledge our Elders who made their choices to leave their Motherland, sacrificed many aspects of their lives told and untold, and aimed to give the next generation better opportunities than they had; I acknowledge our various Peers from past and present who have taught us lessons, shown us skills, and provided us with Good Company; I acknowledge the growing generations after us who look to us for guidance, knowledge, and example – may you find, choose, and do what is GOoD.

Thanks for, as the saying goes, kickin’ it wit me (That was fun to write.)

Jen.
[dove][yellow heart][yellow sun]

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(75843120018102) Playlist

Hello Dear Reader. It’s me again.

As you read this, this would have already been in the past.

[playing: Big Poppa – The Notorious B.I.G.]

Where was I going with this again?! Playlist. Yes, that’s right.

I am currently on a 90s/00s Hiphop Club Bangers trip.

[Playing: Get Ur Freak On – Missy Elliot]

I felt it was fitting, since it was Grocery Shopping Day today. Oh! Grocery shopping! I had to make it somehow enjoyable. πŸ™‚

The playlist is such a vital thing in my life. It’s like flowing goodness that brings life to the Ho-Hum of the day.

[Playing: Love Like This – Faith Evans]

What is it that I want to share with you about playlists, Dear Reader? Hmmm… let me think about that one…

I wonder what a DJ can guess about a person if he/she had access to a person’s current playlist. Can a DJ guess if a person is feeling sad? Scared? Angry? Happy? Sensual? Loving? Spiritual? Can the DJ determine where a person’s at in his or her life if DJ only Playlist Information?

I would definitely be interested in any DJ insight. Hey, Dear Reader, if you’re a DJ or know a DJ and you have nothing else to do with a particular set of time, check out my Spotify playlists “2018.10 LOTM” or “2018.09 LOTM” and lemme know if you can Analyze Me. (There’s no prize or anything… it’s just something for fun.)

[Playing: My Boo – Hitman’s Club Mix — Ghost Town DJs]

Well, I guess that’s it, Dear Reader. What does your playlist say about you? And are you brave enough to expose yourself? πŸ™‚

I acknowledge Creator – without Him/Her/It nothing is; I acknowledge the Canadian and Treaty 1 soil I and my people have been allowed entry and resources to live and prosper; I acknowledge our Elders who made their choices to leave their Motherland, sacrificed many aspects of their lives told and untold, and aimed to give the next generation better opportunities than they had; I acknowledge our various Peers from past and present who have taught us lessons, shown us skills, and provided us with Good Company; I acknowledge the growing generations after us who look to us for guidance, knowledge, and example – may you find and do what is GOoD.

Until the next one,

Jen.
[dove][yellow heart][yellow sun]