Thursday, December 30, 2010
This cat is male and very demonstrative; as soon as I come in to their house, he backs himself against the wall and gives you that look, like warning you not to come near him. And if you force yourself on him, he'll let you hold him and caress him, but just long enough for you to want more and drive you crazy. (Someone said that if a woman employ this trick on a man she can get a 5 carat diamond) Well, if I've learned anything this year, it is that next Christmas, by all means I will have a man, even if I have to rent him and clean him up, just so I don't appear lonely and make Chat feel compelled to leave me her cat. If I sound like I am complaining, it's probably because...I am.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
I admit, I'm very hard to buy for, because sincerely, my needs are met daily and my list of wants is pretty slim. A close friend of mine has become very astute when she wants to give me something. She will call me from the bookstore and get the store clerk to talk to me so I can tell him the title of the book I want. Chat though, always knew what to give me. But for this Christmas, I could not take a chance, so I hinted on the specifics. "I want a trip." I said, "With 180 degree recline or flat bed." I was hinting on a first class ticket; you know, where you can sleep on seats reclined to almost the length of a coffin. She was quick to respond: "No problem. And what kind of music do you want? Will omit the flowers since you don't like them." Here I was, thinking of a trans-Atlantic or a trans-Pacific flight and she's thinking of eternity. No wonder I can always use a trip to the therapists' couch.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
“Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!” said Rosita.
“Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do Weeweechu.
I love you and it's the perfect time,” Pedro begged.
“But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon,” replied Rosita.
“Please, corazoncito, just once, do Weeweechu with me.”
Rosita looked at Pedro and said, “OK, one time, we'll do Weeweechu.”
Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang ...
Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
and a Happy New Year."
MERRY CHRISTMAS Ya'll.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
For the pastry: 1.5 cups all purpose flour, 1 egg, 6 tbsp butter.
For the filling: 1/2 c butter, 7 tbsp caster sugar (just ground your regular sugar instead of buying one) 1 egg beaten, 1 cup ground almonds, 2 tbsp plain flour, 2 tbsp orange flower water, 13 fresh dates halved and stoned, 4 tbsp apricot jam
1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees and place a baking sheet in the oven. Work the flour and butter with your fingertips until mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs, add egg and tbsp of cold water and work to a smooth dough.
2. Roll out the pastry to cover an 8" tart pan. Prick the base with a fork then chill until needed.
3. To make the filling, cream the butter and sugar until light then beat in the egg. Stir in the ground almonds, flour and 1 tbsp orange water and mix well. ( I didn't have orange water so I used, water and corn syrup instead)
4. Spread the mixture evenly, arrange the dates, cut side down on the almond mixture and bake on the hot baking sheet for 10-15 minutes, then reduce heat to 350, and bake for another 15-20 minutes or until light golden.
5. Cool and gently heat the apricot jam and run through the sieve and brush on the pastry. (I haven't brushed this one yet, am too lazy to do it now then take a picture)
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
There was never a period in my life where I dreaded getting old; you know how others say, "I hated turning 30, 40 or 50." Not me, in fact, turning 50 was very liberating to me. I know I am getting old not only by the number getting higher but also by how how I feel,but my goodness, do I have to be reminded about it?
Remember when early this year Toyota was sending out notices about a recall on one of their car models? I didn't get one, instead, some law firm spammed my inbox (and still is) with notices about a "Hip replacement recall" and regardless that I keep flagging them as spam, they continue to come. And gone are the days when Toyota and Honda dealerships used to send me press releases about a new model coming up in the market. But fortunately, some dealers out there still believe that I can still drive because I now get brochures from the Scooter Store. And when it said that I could also avail of a 'power chair' and Medicare will pay half or all of it, I wasn't sure what the tears streaming down my cheeks meant. The brochure says that if I opted for one with a joystick, it will allow me to maneuver in tight spaces and I can now prepare snacks by myself. Since when do you need a motorized vehicle to prepare a snack? But this is not what really makes me feel old. If you look at the dating sites for young people, there's a tab that you can click and see "Who flirts with you", but in the senior sites the tab says : "See who poke you." Poke? Well, that's assuming that I could still see. (Or feel) Let me go so I can wail.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
1. I'm thankful that Christmas "season" only lasts 31 days.
2. I'm thankful that merchants give us 1 day to rest from the "season" before they bombard us with more red stuff for Valentines.
3. I'm thankful that this 1 day can be used to return hideous gifts to the store and exchange it for cash.
4. I'm thankful that I don't have a "Valentine" because I don't want to use that cash to buy him something.
5. I'm thankful that I lost half of my memory, then I'm only half tacky.
Santa broke his hip...read what he says.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Friday, December 03, 2010
The other night, in addition to that finger some man gave me last week, this driver behind me honked at me because I didn't feel comfortable running the yellow light. I wanted to stab his eyes with a fork. (This is what Chat says when she's mad at someone.) By the time I got to the parking lot of this restaurant to buy my son in-law a gift card, I was pretty startled and angry. (You see what I mean, and I even like my son in-law.) So in this years round of another hectic month, don't forget to remember: Don't get sucked in with the hype, and don't get trapped with bills you don't need. And keep this in mind, if during the year you have no relationship with the person you're buying the gift for, but you have to buy that person a gift because you have to, (for whatever insane reason that I can't relate to) the safest gift is a bank card --Visa or Mastercard. Trust me, he doesn't need anymore flashlight and she definitely would not wear that frilly top with the words, "Ho Ho Ho is me." Take my advise: plastic works at the grocery store or at the psychiatrist's office.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
1. You believe in Santa Claus
2. You don't believe in Santa Claus
3. You are Santa Claus
4. You look like Santa Claus.
When I read this, it makes me laugh, but then there's another phase in life that I find very sad. In my pre-teen years, my mother was vital to me: I needed her like I needed air. Then in my teen years, I wished mother would disappear and stop being an embarrassment to me. But a few years down the road, mother and father started to make sense to me, I thought, they know what they're talking about after all. Fast forward to my 20's, and 30's ...I was now occupied with the path I have chosen. Life took me to another city, then to another continent and my parents became just voices over the phone. In my 40's they started dying--mentally and physically. The conversations started to become one way, and before I could put 2 and 2 together, they're all gone. And now in my 50's, I need my mom like I need air. I wish I could pick up the phone and talk to my mother. Or simply listen to her voice. But because I can't, I will try and carve a new path for me...whatever that might be.