You believe me,
Hang on every word I say
I could be lying
But you'd never really know for sure
I tell the truth,
Most of the time,
There are evasions and omissions,
I'm convenient like that.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Cooking Lessons
Please note:
Large chunks of tomatoes sprinkled with oregano and doused with olive oil cannot masquerade as a Vegetarian Stir Fry.
Large chunks of tomatoes sprinkled with oregano and doused with olive oil cannot masquerade as a Vegetarian Stir Fry.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
True Story
I can never look at my parent's friends quite the same way after I heard this little... anecdote(?) about them.
They're at a boring party where the wife decides to drink a little to liven things up.
Someone: Oh, you and Mr. X look so young.. just like newlyweds!
Wife: Well, not so much in the bedroom!
Husband (intervening) : I think you're a little drunk...
Wife: You'd have to be drunk to be at this party!
They're at a boring party where the wife decides to drink a little to liven things up.
Someone: Oh, you and Mr. X look so young.. just like newlyweds!
Wife: Well, not so much in the bedroom!
Husband (intervening) : I think you're a little drunk...
Wife: You'd have to be drunk to be at this party!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Hindsight 20/20
We never did fit.
It seemed like we both misjudged our timing, and were left unsure. Your world was enormous, before mine had even begun, and your efforts to be part of mine only left me embarrassed, wondering if anyone had noticed that we were connected...hoping they hadn't.
By the time I realised that you were good for cuddles, and secrets and an infinite source of information, you were long gone.
It always amazes me that we've been apart longer than we've been together, and you still care enough to want me in your life. To talk to me every day, to have me at your wedding, to have your children recognise me just by looking at my picture, to tell you about my mundane, boring life, to drop your work and come hold my hand when I was sick. To love me without question.
We're still misfits, generations apart. But really, who cares...
It seemed like we both misjudged our timing, and were left unsure. Your world was enormous, before mine had even begun, and your efforts to be part of mine only left me embarrassed, wondering if anyone had noticed that we were connected...hoping they hadn't.
By the time I realised that you were good for cuddles, and secrets and an infinite source of information, you were long gone.
It always amazes me that we've been apart longer than we've been together, and you still care enough to want me in your life. To talk to me every day, to have me at your wedding, to have your children recognise me just by looking at my picture, to tell you about my mundane, boring life, to drop your work and come hold my hand when I was sick. To love me without question.
We're still misfits, generations apart. But really, who cares...
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Check-up
Today I stand at the edge of the future. Tomorrow, I find out if I've won a pass to another year of living my life as I please. Or if I will spend another suspended few months in the midst of my own medical misery.
I've been here before - where I've dealt with the drugs, the hospital stay, the agonising looks of pain and 'what ifs' of my family. But every day was new, every experience was something that I hadn't dealt with before.
This time, unfortunately, I remember. I have a frame of reference as to what it will be like this time around. And contrary to popular belief, there is precious little comfort in knowing what lies ahead.
So today, the food tasted better. I was more confident as I drove my car. The coffee was excellent and the wine was incredibly smooth. The jokes were funnier, and the TV sitcoms were more entertaining than they had been before. Because today, I was healthy. I was untainted by any reports that pronounced me 'sick'.
And I was happy.
I've been here before - where I've dealt with the drugs, the hospital stay, the agonising looks of pain and 'what ifs' of my family. But every day was new, every experience was something that I hadn't dealt with before.
This time, unfortunately, I remember. I have a frame of reference as to what it will be like this time around. And contrary to popular belief, there is precious little comfort in knowing what lies ahead.
So today, the food tasted better. I was more confident as I drove my car. The coffee was excellent and the wine was incredibly smooth. The jokes were funnier, and the TV sitcoms were more entertaining than they had been before. Because today, I was healthy. I was untainted by any reports that pronounced me 'sick'.
And I was happy.
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