Friends forever

I was going through some old emails and found this email from Blondie. I am so lucky to have friends like Blondie in my life. Blondie, Intellecual Goddess, P Diddy, Papa Ramero. You guys have been with me through thick and thin. I love you'll

Shreez please take care of your self...I know that your parents some times feel that your not mature enough or the fact that u go against the wishes of thefamily...but sweetie there is one thing that I want to say...am very proud of you and what u believe in...I think you are a very mature and responsible girl...I think nobody will agree more than I do. I’ve seen u transform from a school kid... from a college graduate....I’ve seen it all and trust me sweetie you’ve transformed into a very nice girl who has a good head on her shoulders!!!....am proud ofyou....ok my darling Shreez!!!
Now smile!!!
Will call u later
Love u my sweetie...take care

Until nothing is left

She sits in her favorite arm chair, legs curled beneath her. Her eyes reflect the fire, which crackles and pops in front of her. Flames slowly advance towards the dry pieces of wood. Enveloping them, eating away slowly but steadily, until they are nothing but red embers destined to turn into ash and be swept away.

She yearns for silence although it surrounds every aspect of her life. She is faced with mute lips, deaf ears and blind eyes. Yet the voices in her head scream at her. Every minute of every day she hears those voices.

She is not crazy, neither schizophrenic nor a hypo manic. She is just a girl with problems. Problems like every one else. And they are slowing eating her up, breaking her down bit by bit. Until nothing is left.

mmmm yummy !

I love the fact, that when I walked into my house yesterday - it smelt of warm cookies... cinnamon, blueberries and dates. It felt good to be home.

Calling New York

Little things make me happy. A certain song, some thing said from the heart, a specific smell, an online hug... little things make me smile.
The past year - the constant thought in my head is "I've grown up"
I guess after living with my parents for 21 years - it feels good to be away. To stand on my own to feet and not run to them with my tail between my legs as many predicted I would.

But coming back to what I started off with. Walking back from the grocery store, having people over for dinner tonight (pasta and vino)
Any way walking back with my arms full of groceries, listening to music, smiling to my self - I felt like the main character from a chick flick. Felt grown up.
And then a truck passes by - fumes spurting out and in the little cartoon stip in my head, I am now covered with soot.

Am not making sense. Difficult to explain. Any way almost end of the day. Yippee.... 12 people over for dinner. Cant wait (I am such a little hostess) followed by staff volleyball.
Adios

PS - the reason the post is titled Calling New York is I felt very new yorkish - refer to chick flick character.. ok me bluthering now.

PPS - its pouring with rain :D

From outfit analyis to appreciating people in my life

Trust S to notice some thing about my outfit and make fun of it. Todays fascination was with my shoes. My red wedges.

Some of the retorts:

The one eyed foot

Toes with a moustache

Weird feet

You've only painted one toe (not true)

This boy has nothing better to do, than do analyis my outfits. But I really dont mind, when he and B dont catch on some thing stupid I said or analyis my outfits I know some thing is wrong.

Oh yeah and the first thing he says on sunday when I got into the car - going fishing?

(was wearing 3/4ths with boots and a sweater)

Then decided I look more like I am going horse riding than fishing...

These people have an obsession with my socks. I dont wear the usual socks. Mine are bright and funky to reflect my mood!

Black and yellow ... bright organge.... pink with cows (I love my socks) and they love makin fun of them.

But that is B & S - and I adore them. My family away from family.

They all have taken me in with arms wide open - Auntie and Uncle have been my mum and dad over here.

I love the fact that I feel at home in thier houses and they feel the same way about my house.

People think B and I are sisters and dorm parents - long story another post maybe..

But yeah I thank God for bring them into my life - past year would have been very different with out them around.

Cheers to you guys

Blueberries

Been in the mood to cook lately... blueberry season - therefore the main ingrediant in all my recipes.

These are the ladies who go to the forest and find blueberrie. They remind me of Prof Sprout from Harry Potter.



Blueberry cake with lemon glaze
Blueberry and oatmeal muffins
Oatmeal cookies
Blueberry spread
Blueberry liquor (vodka and blueberries - mmmm yummy, a new demontini maybe?)





Been thinking of starting like a catering business... well basically just deserts and snacks.. ne ideas people?

Daddy dearest

I love my dad. Adore him, respect him, all in all the number one man in my life. I am a daddy's girl - I just need to ask and I know dad will get it done for me. And I guess with the fear of being spoilt my mum became super strict with me. But now that I live alone, I know I can count on him, but I am on my own to feet and like doing things my self.

I am lucky that way, my parents have never been the type to get on case for the whole marriage thing. They dont care what other people say and ask.. about the whole singlehood thingie. They have never placed any criteria on the guys I go out with.. no religious, caste or staus issues. But mum did give me two pre requistes

1. Must like dogs (with fours dogs in the house, she aint going to be locking any of them up on my boy friend's behalf)
2. Must know how to enjoy a drink. (Our home's focal point is the bar. Its where most dicussions and fights take place. No we are not an alcholic family. But enjoy a drink once in a while)

Mum wants me to enjoy my 20's and make most of single life. My dad is slowing realizing that he has turned 61 and whats to retire and have lots of grandkids to play with and there for looks at me! What about my brother - he has to place the family seed in the world - go look at him and he is 8 years older - he needs to get married. But my dad says he wants to see his baby get married.

Any way I still consider it to be a big joke and smile whenever dad brings up the topic. Which brings me to the reason why I was writing this post and got side tracked as usual.

Blondie and I were sitting with mum and dad having a drink :) When dad suddenly says
"You have to meet this uncle's son"
S - "Dad, stop it, the last guy was not my type and doubt this one will be either"
D - "He is really handsome ask your mother"
S - "Mum ?"
M - "He is pretty good looking"
D - "See .. and he is pilot and can sing what more do you want?" (he says this smiling)
Blondie interupts

B - "Uncle wait, I know what my best friend wants - let me check him out"
D - "Ok"
B - "Is he big made? not scrawny... shreez needs a guy, who when hugs her, makes her feel protected?
D - "He is pretty broad... "
B - "Ok, not bad.. secondly does he have big hands ?"
D - "What??"
Mum begins to laugh

B - "Uncle I know what shreez wants, she loves big hands - does he have big hands ?"
D - a bit flabeergasted "Well yeah I guess, not that I really noticed"
B - "Last, but most importantly - is he tall ?"
Dad with a gleam and most excitedly says
"YES YES he is tall...... he is 5'7"

?????!!!!!!!!!!!
Blondie and I fall of the chair laughing.
S - "You cant be serious dad"
D - "What, thats a good hight for a guy"
S - "Dad I am 5'7... if I wear heels he'll look like a midget infront of me"

Oh and too top it off I asked my dad what the guys name was? He said he dint know his real name, but his pet name was "Minku"

Blondie and I laugh hysterically and head out for drinks and dinner.

Thats my dad for you. He is the cutest.

PS - to all the minku's out there. I have nothing against you'll. Peace !