Ode to Ramen

Ode to Ramen

Oh ramen noodles

How do I love thee

Let me count the ways

I love your salty monosodium glutamate

And the way it swells my hands

The wonder of the ramen is infinite

The delicate refinement of cooking you EXACTLY

The right amount of time to avoid a soggy disgusting

Sticky mess of something that once resembled noodles

How I love you is beyond me

But I do love you ramen.

I really do.

Beauty is Everywhere

Maybe it is the drugs, but I am quite content at the moment. Times are tough, money is tight and I am sick as a dog but I look at my dog who is snoring and farting and I look at my baby love who is also snoring and farting and I can't help but think : LIFE IS GOOD. I love the way the sun feels on cold days. The contrast of cold and warm is so lovely. It makes me feel alive.

Only the Lonely.

Why is it all the people I love the most (family excluded) live in different states? None of them live near me or each other for that matter. If I could do it, I would move everyone of them to the same street. I have never lived anywhere long enough to really have a sense of community but how awesome would it be to have all your favorite people right here with you! I guess people who grow up in the same town and live there always have that, right? Would I trade all my worldly travels for the intimacy of true real life friends? Oh, I don't know. Why can't I have both. Right here with me. I used to think it was great having friends everywhere because I love to travel and it means I could use it as an excuse to visit. But when you have 3 kids, a dog, a cat, college fibromyalgia,one paycheck, and a mortgage, well lets face it, travel is a luxury. I miss my friends. I have friends I have never ever met in real life due to the wonders that are the internets (I luv internets). But I crave to sit on my back porch and gossip about whatever it is people gossip about and have BBQs and go to the grocery store and do all those things so many take for granted. It really is the little things. That is where memories are made.