Seventeen

17 years ago on this day I made a vow to stay by my man. The fruit of my labour, 3 adorable children. The skill to arbitrate in the war of words using 2 ears on 3 heated debaters. The ability to soup up a asap dish for my hungry pack of wolves. The receiver of all those hugs and kisses. The lender of an ear to listen to. Most of all I have learnt the ability to forgive and forget. To laugh at my silly self.

Do we need to talk?

My 9 year old met her friend at the bakery after ballet class. They exchanged smiles and glances. Why no greetings, I asked. "Oh, no words needed mum. A smile says it all" Huh?? More and more time is spend on emails, smses, blogging and msn. Come one day we really don't need to talk anymore. Just a knowing nod and a smile. Cos ,we would have probably read something somewhere about it already. We lose what we don't need. Oh dear I may lose my voice one day. Horrors, I may not be able to string my sentences correctly.

Finally but....

After two months of patient waiting, my new car finally arrived. Much to my children's delight they now can once more be driven to and from school and to all their various activities. Car prices when down over the last few months and so it was a timely decision. However the event leading toward that decision had not been pleasant. For the first time in my 23 years of driving I had a traffic accident. A car crossed onto my path at the major traffic junction. I had the right of way while he was making a right turn at his discretion. So shaken was I after the incident when I found myself smack at the middle of the junction. With the engine still running, I trottled off to the nearest road kerb!!! I was not thinking?? Yes, panic gripped me, I wanted to get away from the maddening rush of the cars went the lights turn to favour the opposite direction. My daughter was in the car with me. My thoughts were only on her safety.
The traffic police arrived, the driver had it all orchestrated. Insisting that he felt nausea. Sent to the hospital. All this while I could not speak or think sensibly. I was in silence. The driver started accusing me of running the lights. Running the green light??
Must I be raving mad screaming to justified that I was not wrong??
It is now my words against his.
How can I let it be known that I had done no wrong?

Peacock

I was introduced to the beautiful transparent winged butterfly. How about an albino peacock?

Hazardous? Women?

Received this from a friend via email. Are we such hazardous element?

What's inside?

What are we made of ?
Sugar and spice and all things nice?
Slugs and snails and puppy dogs' tails?
Actually What we are each made of enough:

Fat to make 7 bars of soap
2 spoonfuls of suphur
enough phosphorus for the heads of 2 000 matches
carbon to make 9 000 pencils
water to fill a 5 litre tank
enough iron for one large nail
1.36kg calcium
30 gm salt
30 gm other minerals
enough sugar to fill a jam jar
gases i.e. 63% hydrogen and 25.5% oxygen

Recycle recover reuse?

Yammy May

So many delicious savouries can be made from the humble yam. Chen loves her yam balls, I like my yam pau. Kong guan has it in packs of 6. Most of all I like bubor chacha. Stewed roast pork with yam is nothing but yum yum. Yam ice cream any one?