The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it
to my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long
distance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond, I know
she's used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
- Jeffrey McDaniel

Hearing "I love you" from you still makes my heart skip a beat.

Dennis' haiku to Sara

My spy poem
Oh lovely Sara, you are the apple of my eye
I spy on you day and night
Because you are my wife
- Dennis

Sara: HAHAHAH that is so… bad… its funny!

your sex is like

Fire.

Cos I'm fly

Like a G6.

My Hubby

My Hubby is not chubby
He likes to rub my tummy.

He works hard in the day
at night he gets to play.

He's generous and kind
Even when he's in a bind.

Sometimes he acts like he's six
He likes to play with sticks.

He bangs on drums
He does every kind of dum de dum
there is to hum

He loves me with all embracing
He sets my heart a-racing

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
102,039,485,828,104...
102,039,485,828, 105...

I love you.
No matter how I might look or feel for the small and present now,
deep in the "long run" of things, I love you so much and that makes me happy.

Reunited, and it feels so good

It's the proverbial third day, and I am reunited with Dennis after having been to Singapore for Lydia's wedding. We were glad to see each other and very tired, and our conclusion after updating each other: it's not worth being if it isn't with you.

Where one is, so the other must be, or misery is the only company.

I'm glad to be home with my husband.

the WAX

3 weeks to being wed, and there can no longer be any shame in talking about the unsaintly taboos of our youth. Having shared widely with curious girlfriends on the topic of contraception, I have completely given up all pretences of ignoring the impending issue of sex, and boldly thus plod I forward. Heave ho!

Dennis requested that his bride be waxed for his first special morning (for he has deemed the night itself far too tiring). I guess you could say it is the "morning after". After what? Legalisation. And no, no morning after pill will be able to skirt these issues.

I have struggled with the idea of waxing for a while now. I've shaved and plucked in an effort to ignore the option of waxing, but I was determined to try it out since it was Dennis' request for the first time.

A friend of mine recommended Plums on Albany Hwy, and the lady was so lovely. It really hurt when she pulled out the hairs and she did a pretty clean job. She told me a lollipop would help and there I was biting on it for dear life as she poured hot wax on places I thought wax should never go. It's starting to itch already though, not unlike a shave, so I don't see what the pros of waxing can be, since I can shave for cheaper. Nevertheless, I am returning for a following up before the wedding in 3 weeks time. Which brings me to the next point- what kind of maintenance does this require? Do I have to fork out a couple of tens a month to keep this going? I could be paying for the internet bill with that money! So.. I don't know what to do after I come back from the wedding. Do I shave again? pluck with resolve? continue waxing?

Argh!

And I hate first time waxes. Horrible. I can see how follow ups are much better.

Now, what to get my bridesmaids for their presents.

The skit that started it all

This is the skit that started it all. The match making, the courting, dating, shopping and bruises.