Wednesday, April 30, 2008

My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don't feel so bad.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Pettit Gardening

The weather warms up and spring is literally here. Everywhere you can see people start gardening and plant gorgeous flowers. One of our friends gave us some pretty perennials. We have a small back yard but I am still excited about gardening.
I am also thinking about planting some tomatoes and other vegetables in a pot good enough for two.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Remember Me?

I recently finished the story named “Remember Me?” by Sophie Kinsella that I received as my birthday gift. The story is nice and fun. The main idea of the story is quite fascinating.
Imagine you wake up in the morning and you lost past three years of your memory. You think it is April 15th 2005. What would you feel if someone tells about your past three years? Will you be surprised?
For me if I loose my past three years, the very first strange thing will be my husband. He will be totally stranger to me. We haven’t even met yet back in April 2005.
I expect to wake up in the morning and go to work everyday. I will have no idea that I am living in Canada and Behi is in Libya far far away.
Back in April 2005 I am working in a company and at the same time applying for some of the Canadian universities. I knew that my current supervisor is going to give me an admission so if some one told me you are a graduate student at memorial university and this is your 3rd year I won’t be that surprised. But being married for more than a year will definitely surprise me. Three years ago no one was in my life and I met Nima for the first time in July 2005.
I will have no clue about several friends that I made here in Canada. Who is this Eily by the way, sent me this book “The other Boleyn girl” as a gift? :) :)
Seriously imagine you have no clue about the past three years and someone tells you about yourself, what you did? And who you are? Will you say “I can see myself doing these? Or will you be totally surprised about yourself?

Thursday, April 10, 2008

My Achilles' heel

Every person has his/her own capacity to tolerate anything that can get on one’s nerve. I always imagine everyone has circle around. The larger the radius of the circle the more tolerant the person is. Some people have a very small circle and things can easily get them to their borders and make them to show reaction, yield or what ever. Some people has a very wide circle around that barely anything can touch them, get on their nerve or make them to show any reactions. These people have a wide capacity of patience.
For me, I always wanted to expand my circle. I always try to increase the radius of the circle. There are many things that never make me angry and I can easily ignore but I have my own limitations. I have my own Achilles’ heel that if anyone put finger on it I will show reaction. I won’t yield that’s not me but I will get away from the person who sends arrow to my Achilles’ heel.
As I am growing up I learn more about myself. I discover my weak points. I don’t know if I always had that limitation and just because of the circumference it never showed up or I take it as I grow up.
I know one more things that about specific behavior that getting on my nerve I used to be more tolerant. But it’s like facing undesirable behavior for a long time can fill your bowl of tolerance for that specific behavior. Maybe for some people facing undesirable behavior makes them stronger to ignore it but for me it was not like that.

If I could just find Styx river...

Friday, April 04, 2008

A Little Mixed Up

When I was in st. john's I rented a basemnet of the house belong to a very kind old couple, Joyce and Gordon. They are around 83 years old and we are still in touch.
I found this poet on Joyce's fridge that her sister sent to her.

Just a line to say I'm living
That I'm not among the dead
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And more mixed up in my head

For sometimes I can't remember
when I stand at the foot of the strairs
if I must go up for something
Or I've just come down from there

And before the fridge so often
my poor mind is filled with doubt
Have I just put food away?
Or have I came to take it out

And there are times when it is dark out
with my hairnet on my head
I don't know if I'm retiring
or just getting out of bed

So, if it is my turn to write to you
And there's no need in getting sore
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore

So, remember I do love you
And I wish that you were here
And now it is nearly mail time
so I must say "Good-bye, dear"

There I stood beside the mailbox
with face so very red
instead of mailing your letter
I had opened it instead

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

What color is your day?

I always feel everyday of the week has a color. For me Monday is blue or green, Tuesday is yellow, Wednesday has the same color as the red win, Thursday is red. I am not sure about Friday the color is white or transparent like a pure water. Saturday is like light orange or yellowish orange and Sunday is like ivory to me. It sounds funny but I guess other people have the same feeling toward the day of a week. This could be the combination of our general feeling toward each day, if you are busy or have fun.. I don't know