On food

I cook a variety of food, and I really hardly ever repeat dishes (those of you who know me from waaay back, may remember when I actually went 6 months cooking something different everyday) to the extent that it’s not uncommon for my eldest to lament over the rare occasions that we have leftovers, as if it’s outrageous that I serve him the same thing more than once! There are things though, that I will never make, simply because my mom is an awesome cook and there is no possible way my version can ever compare, for example last night’s dinner…

I enjoy almost anything, I am not picky, but there are a few things that I really enjoy, one of those things is curry fish head, (yes, go ahead, gag if you must!) and clearly it’s a very unattractive dish, and I can guarantee not everyone will like it, but what can I say, it was yummy to me!

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Seriously people, I am just cool like that

Me: Well, I am from trinidad right

Co-worker: Dude! You’re from trinidad? Wow!

Me: Ummm?

Co-worker: That explains a lot!

Me: Like?

Co-worker: How you’re so cool

Me: Brudda, that is not cuz I’m from trinidad, that is just cuz I’m me!

On love, life, and friendship

More than a decade ago when I left the place of my birth, I left feeling confused and scared, but also somewhat excited at the possibilities, with hopes of amazing adventures and new experiences. What I didn’t expect was the sadness that didn’t seem to go away. I remember my first day at university, I was lost, overwhelmed slightly, and as I looked around at all the strangers that surrounded me, I felt completely alone.

Today I stumbled upon old, forgotten letters and cards from the friends that I left behind. I read them with a mixture of sadness and awe. I read them and knew that the the thoughts they held within got me past many of my fears and helped me find my smile on more than a few occasions. Sadly, I am certain that I have never thanked any one of them for thinking of me.

Eventually the letters stopped coming, we all moved on, we found friendship elsewhere, but I am sure the love and the memories will always remain.

My life in Canada has surely been awesome, I love almost everything about Canada, but there was never a time that I didn’t feel the emptiness. At 30, I am learning that friendships can last a lifetime, and no matter where we go and what we do and who we end up with, the people who grew up with us, shared our secrets, encouraged us, supported us, and truly loved us, will remain in our hearts forever.

(guess which one was me!)

The magical art of facebooking

Facebook, oh how I love thee…

Back in May when I signed up for Facebook, I did it ritually… another social network site that I had to be a part of, for, you know, networking. And what I thought was that I would be able to build upon my relationships with other bloggers and my reader community. Of course some of that did happen, I do communicate with some of my readers on a more personal level through Facebook, but what I didn’t expect, was that I would connect with many people from my “real’ life.

For the past months, I have been finding old friends, classmates, colleagues, even some of those not-too-fond-off acquaintances, and as I reminisce, my husband would roll his eyes and give me his look of complete disinterest. You see, up until last week, my dear husband had no interest in finding people from his past, “why would I want to find anyone”, he naively said, trying to convince himself, I think, because this past week, I have had to listen to many, many stories of the little geeky, indian boy and his thrilling childhood misadventures! Most of the time I was on the edge of my seat with anticipation! Ummm, sort of. Needless to say, I have not uttered another word about my past.

Nostalgia people, you gotta love it!

It’s a funny Facebook phenomenon, but although we first get in touch with classmates from college or high school, it seems that the ones from elementary school are the ones that we are most excited to catch up with! Is it the innocence of those friendships that we had at 7 and 8 years of age, that make them stand the test of time? Or is it because these are the people that knew us when we were at our best, before we developed “baggage”, before we became the flawed adults that we are? Or maybe it’s only because we’ve forgotten any of those very old wounds, that clearly pale in comparison to caring for a sick child, or losing a loved one?

The most amazing part though, must be the new friendships that are emerging, and blossoming, with people I’ve only just met, or with other bloggers, but especially with old classmates who I’ve overlooked growing up, and are now so thankful to have in my life!

Ah, the magic of Facebook!

Should I be worried

that my kids started telling knock knock jokes that go something like…

“knock knock”
“who’s there?”
“ma”
“ma who?”
“ma dawgs"