I just finished making a Tomato Feta Pasta Salad (by Ina -- we're on a first name basis now, ha) and it tastes fab!
Shocked? You should be because I haven't set foot in a kitchen (to prepare a real meal other than sandwiches) in ages. But now, out of necessity -- my taste buds are bored w/ rice everyday -- I dared.
It also helps that Mom announced a few weeks ago that she was bored with her own food. So enter Miss Creativity completely motivated by an palate-adventurous set of parents (aka "an audience"). Now cooking sounds fun as fun as it looks on the Food Network or Anthony Bourdain, and I only committed to one night a week. (Today, Sunday, was an exception... I got inspired going to the Newark farmer's market.
I've done two Wednesdays now, and both were successful: they liked it, they ate it, and nobody got sick. Well... sorta. Mom's tummy didn't like the mango sorbet we had for dessert (too sour) -- sorry, Ma.
First time out: Bruschetta apps Roast Chicken (can't find the recipe) Moroccan Pilaf (Emeril) Green beans Mango sorbet
How fun that I have (well, we all have) access to delicious recipes from the coolest chefs and you can search for everything online (I only search for EASY things for now, and desserts? Hm... not quite ready for primetime yet).
I'm having fun for now, and I don't feel like a nerdy-birdy in the kitchen anymore. Mom leaves me alone and she has practically everything I need, though I did find a mini-food processor on sale today -- and it's mine all mine!
Dad keeps asking for mungo -- a Filipino bean dish that I've never cared for -- and I keep telling him NO WAY. I'm not going to make them food that they make themselves, otherwise what's the point?! Then he teases me: "Are we having spaghetti tonight?" because that's all I'd admit to knowing how to make over the years. NO DAD, WE ARE NOT HAVING SPAGHETTI!
Wednesday's coming up and I don't know what I'll make yet. Yummy... got any easy faves for me? :)
<-- (That's his avatar for Yahoo Messenger -- funny, for being someone so goddamn uncomfortable in a tux, he sure likes the way he looks in it, huh? S.O.B.)
Hey there Missy,
Re: the used bookstore: Funny, I can picture being IN that bookstore, but not the name of it -- sorry :( It was in North Hollywood though (I think!).
I'm pretty shitty right now... had to go to dialysis three days in a row because my machine wasn't working... what a pain in the ass. And you're right about it all being a motherfuckin' comedy -- but it's just not funny to me yet, so definitely not write-able. It will be, I'm sure. Someday. Maybe even soon.
Gotta go through these stinkin' stages of grief or something -- and today, boy did I walk into something retarded that just FINALLY made me MOTHERFUCKIN' ANGRY! (I keep typing that and I think "Missy will know whether or not this is a hyphenated word, two words or a compound word -- or if it even motherfuckin' MATTERS! Yikes.)
In any case, thanks for talking me down a tree the other night... now I'm up another one (The "You-Fuckin'-Loser-Asshole-Person-With-A-Goddamn-Fucked-Up-Thinking-With-Your-Penis-Brain" Tree. Ah... now that feels better. :)
Anyway, like I wrote today: When I get all sappy/sad/sucky, I remind myself that "I" was the one who cut and run and there was a reason for it. So THERE! Hello Me.
And now I'm going to sleep and dream my some wicked-ass revenge nightmares.
Look at how he looks at her Will someone ever I look at me that way- Full of all the feelings and the soft Unspoken words that lovers say? I thought that I knew ev'ry single Look and sweet expression on his face, Yet this is one that I don't recognize, Although I've sat and studied him for hours. But now I see how love completely occupies A pair of' eyes...
See the way' they gaze at her, Like slaves they follow every where she goes. Do my eyes forget themselves And do I ever look at him And smile in such a way That what I'm feeling shows? Sometimes I have the feeling Everybody knows... And even though it's crazy, Still I can't help wondering If I'll ever live to see the day When by some miracle of miracles, He'll turn around And look at me that way!
I will be going back to the Bay Area -- the scene of the crime -- in a few hours and I'm feeling super-anxious and moody about it all. Did this week away help? YES... and I'm grateful to my hosts. Am I "done"? No frickin' way.
Just heard this today back from dinner -- it's perfect.
Picture perfect memories Scattered all around the floor. Reaching for the phone cause I can’t fight it any more. And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time.
It’s a quarter after one I’m all alone and I need you now. Said I wouldn’t come but I lost all control and I need you now. And I don’t know how I can do without I just need you now.
Another shot of whiskey can’t stop looking at the door. Wishing you’d come sweeping in the way you did before. And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time.
It’s a quarter after one I’m a little drunk And I need you now. Said I wouldn’t call but I lost all control and I need you now. And I don’t know how I can do without I just need you now.
Yes I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all. It’s a quarter after one I’m all alone and I need you now. And I said I wouldn’t call but I’m a little drunk and I need you now. And I don’t know how I can do without I just need you now. I just need you now. Oh baby I need you now.
Funny, this song was always about me and Matt T's song in high school. We were never boyfriend/girlfriend... but very good, good friends who got together a lot. :)
When I came back my first Christmas from college, I threw a Christmas party at my mom's house, and yes, I wanted it stacked with more dudes because I was a selfish -- or probably more to the truth, insecure -- chick back then. Ended up there was about 15 guys -- and TWO, count 'em TWO girls there! So basically it was a non-alcoholic cocktail party w/ the fellas -- OOPS.
Now I don't know how my little brother Jeff knew this, but I heard him tell his fellow 9th grader, Archie: "Hey, watch this." And he put this song, Wishing on a Star" on the stereo.
Like a magnet, wherever Matt and I were in the house, we zoomed in on each other at met in the living room to slow dance. (Remember those, SLOW DANCES? LOL) And then I heard Jeff say to Archie: "See, I told you."
That memory always makes me smile... Hi Matt T, wherever you are.
But now... yeah, it's a Brad song. Wherever YOU are.
I'm wishin' on a star To follow where you are I'm wishin' on a dream To follow what it means
I'm wishin' on a star To follow where you are I'm wishin' on a dream To follow what it means
And I wish on all the rainbows That I see I wish on all the people Who really dream
And I'm wishin' on tommorow Praying it'll come And I'm wishin' on all the lovin' We've ever done
I never thought I'd see A time when you would be So far away from home So far away from me
Just think of all the moments That we spent I just can't let you go, For me, you were meant
And I didn't mean to hurt you, But I know That in the game of lovin', You reap what you sow
I feel it's time we should make up, baby I feel it's time for us to get back together Make the best of things, oh baby, When we're together, Whether or never.
I feel it's time we should make up, baby, I feel it's time for us to get back together Make the best of things, oh baby, When we're together, Whether or never.
I'm wishin' on a star To follow where you are I'm wishin' on a dream To follow what it means
And I wish on all the rainbows That I see I wish on all the people We ever greeted
And I'm hopin' on all the days to come And days to go And I'm hopin' on days of Lovin' you so
I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are I'm wishing on a star, oh oh, And I wish on all the rainbows that I see--
I thought I'd be blogging everyday for 30 days here so as not to whine, cry and obsess to my friends on Twitter and Facebook... but it seems I can't really do that here either. I sit in Sacramento w/ my dear friend, and I tell her I can't think of anything else or talk about anything else because I'm so aware of how frickin' BORING it is. She tells me that's why I'm here, and that's why SHE'S here... but still, I'm sure even the bestest of friends can only take so much... hell, even if "Brad" himself were reading this now, he'd be screaming UNCLE right now to stop this boring shit...
No matter how much I try to distract myself or keep my mouth shut though... it all comes out in my dreams. Every time I sleep I've dreamed some heavy-ass story. People say I'm "having a meetin' with all the important players" or "Your subconscious mind/spirit/soul is processing all this in your sleep because the awake you cannot handle it." I know he'd think that was a good thing, because he knew how little good, quality sleep I get... he'd say I was getting good REM sleep in those ZZZZZZZZZzzzzz... but this morning is the FIRST TIME that HE was in it. Funny, I've even dreamt about Brad Jr., but never him.
Only in this dream... he was the Brad I knew in high school. Not today's Brad, who's 6 ft/240 and built like a football player -- but Brad at 15, 5 ft tall/74 pounds. Maybe that's because that's who I really see, the heart of the young Brad to whom I was so special back then... but I digress.
Triangles... this dream was all about triangles. I was going to try out a new therapist, but she ended up being my old therapist in Beverly Hills that I adored. But in the huge waiting room, there were lots of people there to see her... I was there after working out and showering in a co-ed locker room (wow, that's weird) and I found out there was an older woman who was going to see Dr. Therapist because she and her girlfriend were fighting: she wanted to be with ME. Huh?
I was there because I was struggling the triangle between Brad and his soon-to-be ex-wife who still owned his heart... and he was there because of his issue with her... vs. a new, hopeful life without her. Funny it wasn't between ME and HER, it was between HER and HIS NEW LIFE... and I was a part of that.
The waiting room was crazy. Watching it I thought "Is this a frickin' clinic or what -- what happened to her Beverly Hills office?" Young Brad was clinging to me, sitting really close, while the lesbian woman kept trying to talk to me, with her girlfriend in tow. At one point I stood up and told her I wanted to be with HIM, and then he stood up too and grabbed my hand... and we were almost a foot apart in height, and his hand was smaller and delicate, not like the strong, earthy, working man's hands I know and love today. That kind of shocked me... BUT I DIDN'T CARE, and gratefully, neither did he... and he climbed up on a step, got to my height, and kissed me in front of her.
"She's choosing me," he said to her. "So leave her alone."
Then I got called in to the therapy room. Dr. Therapist wasn't quite ready for me... but I didn't care. I had it all figured out already in the past few minutes: I didn't believe in triangles. Period. "Love on a TWO-way street" as the old R&B classic goes, not a lonely (or three-lane) highway!
It felt great to "meet" you tonight, Mr. Brad. I miss you.
Thank you for this and the loose translation, Inday Perlita.
Araw gabi, bakit naalala ka at di ko malimot limot ang sa atin ay nagdaan (Day ang night always remember you and couldn't forget what just happened)
Kung nagtatampo ka ay kailangan bang ganyan, dinggin and dahilan at ako'y pagbigyan (If you're not feeling well, you don't have to act like that but please listen to my reasons and give me a chance)
Kailangan ko ang tunay na pagibig mo dahil tanging ikaw lang ang pintig ng puso ko (I needed your sincere love cause my heart is only for you)
Hahayaan mo ba na maging ganoon na lang - ang isa't isa ay mayroong pagdaramdam (Will you just leave it like that - needed to express words to each other)
At kung nagkamali sa iyo patawad ang pagsamo ko, tayo nat ulitin ang pagibig natin ngunit ikaw lang at ako, ngunit ikaw lana at ako... (If I did something wrong, forgiveness is being requested, let's start all over again in terms of our relationship but it should only be you and me... it should only be you and me...)
Bakit di pagbigyan muli and ating pagmamahalan, kung mawawala ay di ba sayang naman, lumipas natin tila ba kailan lang... (Why don't we give our love another chance, it will be a total waste if we're going to just end this relationship considering our recent, happy past...)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Oh God... grant me the serenity...
I miss you, I miss you. I MISS YOU.
I never had it so good before... and yes, of course I'm grateful.
But it doesn't make me miss you less.
I let you go and am letting us both off the hook. And still, for today... I pray you come back to me.
What are you doing the rest of your life? North and south and east and west of your life? I have only one request of your life That you spend it all with me.
All the seasons and the times of your days. All the nickels and the dimes of your days. Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days. All begin and end with me.
I want to see your face, In every kind of light, In fields of gold and Forests of the night; And when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh let me be the one to hear The silent wish you make.
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes In the world of love you keep in your eyes, I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes, It may take a kiss or two...
Through all of my life... Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life, All I ever will recall of my life Is all of my life with you.
I didn't even get a chance to blog about him, my "Guy A" or (pseudonym) "Brad." I wanted to be in the moment, not put labels on it, enjoy where we are -- where I was. There are a few pictures, but our world was made mostly of long powerful talks -- and quiet caresses.
This week was so powerful... two days in the City, and a Saturday afternoon with old, old friends. and kind of an official "coming out" as a couple... again, I've never done that before. It felt right, it felt good. To be part of a twosome, to do my social flitting-about at the Reunion, but to come home to his table where he and his son were quietly enjoying themselves as well. And for the first time, he called me his girlfriend. Why did he do that? We never talked about our status... I thought we agreed to stay in the "Now." But that afternoon, I heard him say something about his "girlfriend" -- and he meant me.
But my best memory is feeding him a few spoonfuls of my Tomato Bisque soup at dinner. How intimate that can be -- that was a shock.
I'm not willing to live Blinded by another lover who leads me on 'Cause they know just how to give Just enough to get what they want And then they're gone
Well I've been there and done that before But this time I'm going through another door Give me something real now That I can feel now Hit me with a love that won't let go If you're gonna choose me don't refuse me Baby, show me what you've got And give me something real.
True love has no disguise You shouldn't have to make your feelings a mystery There's no room for surprise Not inside a heart that's aching for honesty 'Cause I've followed illusions before But daydreams don't do it for me anymore
Give me something real now That I can feel now Hit me with a love that won't let go If you're gonna choose me don't refuse me Baby, show me what you got And give me something real We can share a feeling so rare Let's make a love of our own
What's past is past So let's make this last Show me what I've never known
Give me something real now That I can feel now Hit me with a love that won't let go If you're gonna choose me don't refuse me. Baby, show me what you've got And give me something real.
PAIN, PAIN, PAIN... and a heavy heart. Slicing up my arm is less painful that this.
Can one really be in love with the "idea" of a person and not what's really in front of them?
Today... I'm a fool.
Let me hold you tight If only for one night Let me keep you near To ease away your fear It would be so nice If only for one night
I won't tell a soul No one has to know If you want to be totally discreet I'll be at your side If only for one night
Your eyes say things I never hear from you And my knees are shakin too But I'm willing to go through I must be crazy Standing in this place But I'm feeling no disgrace
For asking......
Let me hold you tight If only for one night Let me keep you near To ease away your fear It would be so nice If only for one night
I tell you what I need is One night, one night oh (and oh, oh) What I need is One night, one night Of your love, of you love, of your loving ooh I'm asking...
Let me take you home To keep you safe and warm Till the early dawn Warms up to the sun It would be so nice if only for one night
If only for one night If only for one night If only for one night, night, night, yeah one night If only for one......... night
At lunch just now I was excited to tell my parents that there are cruises that have dialysis centers in them, but mostly for people who do peritoneal dialysis, not hemodialysis like what I do.
"But, can you imagine! There's a whole cruise line for dialysis, it's called Dialysis at Sea--"
"Boring."
Wow... deflated.
"Thanks, Mom. Way to kill any kind of enthusiasm. What do you think, it's just a bunch of sick-ass people lying around getting dialysis on a boat? Forget it."
Cute movie... and funny, I actually believed Ryan Reynolds was a cool guy (as in "not a jerk").
Much of the movie was shot in Alaska... which was the second time Alaska came up for me today. I've been looking for SOME PLACE TO GO, and SOMETHING TO DO to veg out after this July 11th event of my parents.
Mom suggested Hawaii, "because if we go there, you won't have to pay for anything." I quite nicely told her the vacation was to get away FROM THEM. With a smile, of course.
Another friend came back from Mystic, CT and I looked at the blue water photos from the Inn at Mystic -- such a deal for midweek, but I'd have to haul ass across the country. Don't know if I have energy for that.
Mystic made me think of the water though -- and Lake Tahoe. Thought maybe it would be the right speed for me to go by myself for awhile -- a spa sounds incredible -- and maybe have a friend or two join me later after I decompress?
But then my Physician's Asst at dialysis today said there are cruises that have dialysis available on them: I looked up Dialysis at Sea and a cruise around Alaska came up in July! That might be the answer.
It just looks so peaceful and maybe a good place for an old single gal like me to take it easy. I'll let you know.
PS I had to double up on my anti-depressants today, and yes, it's getting that bad.
After a great Father's Day lunch w/ Mom, Dad, my brother and his in laws, I uncharacteristically decided to go to the 6:00 pm mass.
Fortunately, the hymns were easy to sing, the church wasn't crowded, and the priest spoke clear English. Had a very calming effect on me.
At the end of the mass, Fr. Jim asked all the fathers to come up for a special blessing. Up they all went: 18-year-olds who barely have facial hair to hobbling black-haired old men with inch-long silver roots; they were white, black, Filipino, Indian, Mexican... they kept coming up, surrounding the altar, these fathers that we were to honor...
And I wept.
My body shook, overwhelmed by the humanity of it all -- these men who raised and loved us, made mistakes and made us strong -- walking up to be applauded and blessed. Although my dad wasn't there with me just then, the spirit of fatherhood took over me... generations past, generations to come...
How grateful I am for the fathers in my life: Dad and my brothers, grandfathers and godfathers who have left this plane, and fathers separated from and missing their children. What responsibility you've chosen to bear! May you always know how truly important, respected and loved you are.
My dad has a Frank Sinatra CD in the car I use to go to dialysis every other morning at 5:30. Nowadays this is the song that's in my life and running through my head.
Ah, life.
[I wish I could find him singing the long version on video -- this is the short one.)
All the Way (S. Cahn, J. Van Heusen) [Recorded April 29, 1963, Los Angeles]
When somebody loves you It's no good unless he loves you all the way Happy to be near you When you need someone to cheer you all the way
[Chorus:] Taller than the tallest tree is That's how it's got to feel Deeper than the deep blue sea is That's how deep it goes if it's real
When somebody needs you It's no good unless he needs you all the way Through the good or lean years And for all the in-between years come what may
[Bridge:] Who knows where the road will lead us Only a fool would say But if you'll let me love you It's for sure I'm gonna love you all the way all the way
[instrumental-last two lines of Chorus]
So, if you'll let me love you It's for sure I'm gonna love you all the way all th
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