Sweet and Sour Friday


It’s time for more incense and a trip downtown to THE MARKET where I’ll snag a mango smoothie and then cross the road into the Indonesian store that I adore so much. This trip solely revolves around the purchase of NAG CHAMPA.

No wonder. This was the first climb my friend, my lover (of life and all things good :D) Dum-dum Anum took me on during our second New Years trip:

It’s called HEADSTONE….It didn’t even OCCUR to me (until I got back to Canada) that the rock name could have been referring to a headstone as in DEATH. Me and my Bikini Bottom Mentality, Spongebob/Patrick attitude of life thought “ugh, oh that’s funny a rock shaped like a big head” and then I climbed it with GLEE!!! Which would explain the very relaxed and happy expression I have in that pic...If I only had a brain...err...I mean scanner.

My friends ARE a most important part in my life. As my house burns my final stick of Nag Champa my thoughts are of Anum. He deserves an entire page to himself - for another day, here he is (it's not the one I'd like to post, but it's the one I need to post):
OK…I have a bike to ride.
BTW: Canada, yes...I do sense a relapse, entire body numb, emergency accupuncture treatment required.


After the fiasco of my chocolate falling in your peanut butter, a serendipidous event of tailgating you and your husband...The tossing of the several rather LARGE stumps, driftwood and other tree sections (one chucked from the bridge and each side - many smiles from people all around us) over the falls at Hog's Back rates a close second. Great way to spend the day!

2 Comments:
Omar - oh, man, that was TOO funny!!! Guess organ music isn't his favourite. And that probably wasn't what he meant when he asked my Husband to "make the fun begin". It's Good Friday - how much fun can there be? We'll have to bring him back on Christmas Eve - he might enjoy dressing as a shepherd/sheep/angel and getting a passport to Bethlehem. (it might almost be considered "fun"!)
Believe it or not, I think he WAS having fun and he was making his own fun begin!! LOL!!! THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home