Making Apple Tea and Other Celebrations.
Nov. 15th, 2004 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_rainetteHusband's boss brought us Authentic Apple Tea from Turkey, Hurrah! And now, I am trying to figure out what to do with it. It says on the package: "Add 3 spoons of Apple tea to 1/2 litters of water and boil wail 5 minutes Add sugar to taste" (I have not added punctuation where none existed.)
So now I am left wondering, a) what size of spoon?, b) how does water reproduce?, c) how many waters in a litter?, d) why do I have to wail for 5 minutes?, e) or do I have to "boil wail"? , which would then imply f) huh?
OK. Will ponder while I make coffee instead.
Also, I am thinking 30th birthday, and trying to find something to say about how it Changed My Life, while in fact, truth be told, it didn't. Not much, anyway. If 25 was most definitely a "Wow!" bithday, 30 was pretty much a "So what?" birthday. I got The Talk from my mum's friend, about how the next 5 years would be the best of my entire life, but I'd heard that one before, when I had turned 25, and I've heard it again since, and I fully expect to hear it again next year, unless I have the good fortune to chance upon a timeturner beforehand, because I suspect that turning 40 will be a "Whoa!" event. An "OMGWTF!" birthday.
So, turning 30 was pretty uneventful. Also, there wasn't much I could have done anyway, since I had most definitely been out-drama-queened by my mother, who spent her entire 30th birthday in bed, weeping over her Lost Youth. I don't think I even considered that option, it was too much of a beautiful, sunny day to spend it in bed.
Of all the presents I got that day, one is still the bane of my existence -- or rather, the bane of my answering-machine's existence. I had told my then boyfriend that I wanted a male chartreux, one of those big, short-haired, amazingly beautiful dark grey cats, and he got me a female, long-haired, flat-faced persian. She was grey, however, and he figured one out of three was very good. He was pretty much a "one-out-of-three" boyfriend altogether, I thought, and the feeling must have been entirely mutual. It is never a good sign when you get along better with your boyfriend's mom than with your boyfriend. The opposite, I'd like to point out, is uncomfortable but manageable provided you put a safe distance between your and the offending in-law (a few thousand miles will do).
But then of course, turning 30 was the least important event in my life at the time. I remember turning 29 and having my heart seriously broken. I remember embarking in a less than promising rebound romance, and then following my then boyfriend to the South of France, leaving my job and friends behind. My mum thought I had gone mad, of course, and so did most of my friends, for many of them didn't see that this half-hearted romance was just a way to do what I wanted to do anyway. I desperately needed a change of scenery, a change of life, I needed something to happen, even if I didn't quite know what.
And then -- I will spare you the details, let's just say that on my 31st birthday, I gave up smoking for good. I had met this great guy, see, who was a non-smoker, and promised the he would take me to a grand restaurant if I didn't smoke for one entire year (else, he'd take me to McDonald's :D ). I have never smoked since, save in dreams (and my dream cigarettes are still as delicious as my dream guilt is unbearable. It is always a relief to wake up and find out that I haven't been smoking after all).
Two years later, we got married. Add a year, and we were Proud Parents.
The funniest thing is, we realized that we'd been running after each other all our lives: We'd been at the same time in England, and in Paris, and it had taken Montpellier, by the Mediterranean Sea, for us to meet.
Thank God for half-hearted rebound romances and bad career moves and worst mistakes ever. :)
What's the point, you ask? There is no point other than to say, sometimes things clear up by themselves. You try hard to clean your act, and to grow up, and sometimes you're sick and tired of trying, because you feel that you'll never get there. And sometimes things just clear up all by themselves -- when you're ready. I know they did for me.
And it looks like they're have been busy doing it for you, too. You're doing good, Gareth, you're doing really good. And remember: the next 5 years will be the best in your entire life *g*
In the meanwhile, for today, let's celebrate:
Happy Birthday, Gareth!!!
And no, you don't have to be a grown-up if you don't want to. :D *hugs* have a wonderful day, m'dear.
So now I am left wondering, a) what size of spoon?, b) how does water reproduce?, c) how many waters in a litter?, d) why do I have to wail for 5 minutes?, e) or do I have to "boil wail"? , which would then imply f) huh?
OK. Will ponder while I make coffee instead.
Also, I am thinking 30th birthday, and trying to find something to say about how it Changed My Life, while in fact, truth be told, it didn't. Not much, anyway. If 25 was most definitely a "Wow!" bithday, 30 was pretty much a "So what?" birthday. I got The Talk from my mum's friend, about how the next 5 years would be the best of my entire life, but I'd heard that one before, when I had turned 25, and I've heard it again since, and I fully expect to hear it again next year, unless I have the good fortune to chance upon a timeturner beforehand, because I suspect that turning 40 will be a "Whoa!" event. An "OMGWTF!" birthday.
So, turning 30 was pretty uneventful. Also, there wasn't much I could have done anyway, since I had most definitely been out-drama-queened by my mother, who spent her entire 30th birthday in bed, weeping over her Lost Youth. I don't think I even considered that option, it was too much of a beautiful, sunny day to spend it in bed.
Of all the presents I got that day, one is still the bane of my existence -- or rather, the bane of my answering-machine's existence. I had told my then boyfriend that I wanted a male chartreux, one of those big, short-haired, amazingly beautiful dark grey cats, and he got me a female, long-haired, flat-faced persian. She was grey, however, and he figured one out of three was very good. He was pretty much a "one-out-of-three" boyfriend altogether, I thought, and the feeling must have been entirely mutual. It is never a good sign when you get along better with your boyfriend's mom than with your boyfriend. The opposite, I'd like to point out, is uncomfortable but manageable provided you put a safe distance between your and the offending in-law (a few thousand miles will do).
But then of course, turning 30 was the least important event in my life at the time. I remember turning 29 and having my heart seriously broken. I remember embarking in a less than promising rebound romance, and then following my then boyfriend to the South of France, leaving my job and friends behind. My mum thought I had gone mad, of course, and so did most of my friends, for many of them didn't see that this half-hearted romance was just a way to do what I wanted to do anyway. I desperately needed a change of scenery, a change of life, I needed something to happen, even if I didn't quite know what.
And then -- I will spare you the details, let's just say that on my 31st birthday, I gave up smoking for good. I had met this great guy, see, who was a non-smoker, and promised the he would take me to a grand restaurant if I didn't smoke for one entire year (else, he'd take me to McDonald's :D ). I have never smoked since, save in dreams (and my dream cigarettes are still as delicious as my dream guilt is unbearable. It is always a relief to wake up and find out that I haven't been smoking after all).
Two years later, we got married. Add a year, and we were Proud Parents.
The funniest thing is, we realized that we'd been running after each other all our lives: We'd been at the same time in England, and in Paris, and it had taken Montpellier, by the Mediterranean Sea, for us to meet.
Thank God for half-hearted rebound romances and bad career moves and worst mistakes ever. :)
What's the point, you ask? There is no point other than to say, sometimes things clear up by themselves. You try hard to clean your act, and to grow up, and sometimes you're sick and tired of trying, because you feel that you'll never get there. And sometimes things just clear up all by themselves -- when you're ready. I know they did for me.
And it looks like they're have been busy doing it for you, too. You're doing good, Gareth, you're doing really good. And remember: the next 5 years will be the best in your entire life *g*
In the meanwhile, for today, let's celebrate:
Happy Birthday, Gareth!!!
And no, you don't have to be a grown-up if you don't want to. :D *hugs* have a wonderful day, m'dear.
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Date: 2004-11-15 05:15 pm (UTC)The sad thing about this is that I now will have to have a barbecue for my 40th birthday party just to make a vague reference to an internet joke that by then will be 22 years out of date.
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:38 pm (UTC)There is no card, cos I had none at home and wanted to send the books off. I hope the Special Post makes up for it :)
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:42 pm (UTC)Big news... I finished Good Omens last night in one big push and so am about to start Book 1 tonight... finally! Hooray. I WILL come and get 4 and 5 in person thank you very much!
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Date: 2004-11-16 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-15 05:52 pm (UTC)*spits water all over computer monitor* This reminds me of all those posts where people want to "wail" on each other when they are feeling violently disagreeable.
I agree, 25 was a "WTH-I-can't-be-grown-up-yet!" birthday, but 30 was an "Oh well, I survived another year" thing.
The next 5 years are always the best 5 years. Because otherwise, what's to look forward to?
Happy birthday,
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:40 pm (UTC)Not to mention much too loud. :D
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Date: 2004-11-16 12:58 am (UTC)::has no experience with Important Birthdays. sauf 16, peut-etre? hmmm::
::decides to add Illuminating Insight anyways:: I disliked turning 10. For some reason I particularly liked being 9, at the time, and being 10 was Most Unwelcome.
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Date: 2004-11-16 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-17 03:14 am (UTC)9 became my favourite number. XD
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Date: 2004-11-16 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-17 03:15 am (UTC)Apple Tea and Birthdays
Date: 2004-11-16 01:53 am (UTC)Also, in terms of birthdays, I think I liked 16 the best. So far, it's the only birthday where I've had any sort of attention given to me. Friends actually remembered, gave prezzies, and even organized a party for me! ::feels loved:: Before it's been like "oh... it's your birthday? Um... I knew that?" But I like the no-smoking birthday... Sounds like it turned out allright. ^^
Re: Apple Tea and Birthdays
Date: 2004-11-16 10:05 pm (UTC)Re: Apple Tea and Birthdays
Date: 2004-11-17 12:53 am (UTC)