ANOTHER WEEK, ANOTHER DOLLAR
Posted 18 May 2007on:
My two favourite things in the whole wide world… I miss them so much. Boaz shouted “NO” when Jon tried to get him to the phone but Moriah actually said “hello” and gurgled a lot… that’s my girl.
Therefore… busy busy busy. Mother will be coming to stay and after the service on Wednesday, there is a communal lunch and the next day I’ve invited more friends over for lunch. Of course, as you probably know by now, our festivals centre around food, well not the fast days, and tradition is for dairy, especially cheesecake… my ab fab fav and one of my specialities; wickedly high fat and high calorie and wickedly delicious… heaven on a plate.
Shopping for the wedding seems to have taken on a whole new meaning. If I actually stopped to think about it, I may lose sleep… ah, but since I don’t sleep anyway… hmmmm!!!!.
Back on the *dirty four letter word* theme… I’m sure my scales are broken… I’m sure of it. How can I pig out one day and be one weight, starve for a week and still be the same weight, go off the wagon again and be the same weight. It’s like they’re stuck on *** lbs. I thought there was a fault, that was until Rachel got on them… hmmmm
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS CHOCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS… BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS TO QUIT
Oh I haven’t given you the ball count… NONE. It’s been a miserable wet week but today the sun’s come out… at last.
I had another attempt at 55 flash fiction but since it ended up as a few haiku strung together I posted it here at my poetry blog.
Rachel was actually home one evening this week so she suggested we watch a film together; some mother and daughter time. She had never seen TWWW. Doh… where has she been all this time? Well, she has now. She was sobbing her little heart out, make up running down her pretty face; it was one of those Beaches and Steel Magnolias moments when we sat together huddled and cuddling with a box of kleenex between us. Even the next day her eyes were still red.
TWWW and my other ab fab fav oldie, with the adorable Cary Grant, An Affair to Remember get to me each and every viewing.
Unless he gets some new brilliant roles, I maintain Robert E Howard is Vincent at his uberbest, although he did run the whole range of emotions again in Endgame the other day… bless him.
My love affair with Bob E Howard’s poetry continues over here, with To A Woman from Always Come Evening. I am rather curious to know when he exactly wrote it and why he wrote it, although it is probably fairly self-explanatory. I hazard a guess either when he discovered Novalynne was dating Truett and he sent her the letter expressing his feelings, or when she turned down his marriage proposal.
Now… still on the subject of Vincent. Since I’m not supposed to be eating much, I thought I’d post a pic of the most delicious thing on this planet, second to my cheesecake. Quality time with Vincent is bound to burn off the calories and tighten those slack unused muscles. Oh Vincent, “yooo hooo honey I need you,” and talking about needing him… I know, I know I have been exceedingly quiet on the subject, but there is still that little question of the *Simcha Buddy* vacancy and I will have a very nice double room with single occupancy… hmmm!
If you just happen to be passing Vincent, you must know what I’m talking about. OR…. should I send him an actual invitation to the wedding? One just addressed to Vincent, NOT Vincent and Guest, NOT Vincent and Carin… or better still… Vincent and Ann! Still that should be my biggest problem…
All my very best wishes to you and yours for a wonderful weekend, Shabbat Shalom and since I’m unlikely to post again before Yom Tov, Chag S’meach.