Let’s see how well technology works.

For anyone who is reading this I really would LOVe to receive the gift of an Amazon Kindle.  Hint Hint

I just finished reading The Kitchen Gods Wife by Amy Tan.  Forgive my lack of underlining or whatever it is that you are supposed to do when writing down the title of a book.  I slept that day.  So this book is like a magic door, open it and walk through.  That is of course assuming that you are open to being wisked away in that matter and to to pre WW2 China nonetheless.  Fantastic writing, I think it just might be the book that gets me reading again.

I used to read.  Duh.  I mean a lot!  My dad used to send me tons of book while I was away at the camps, I mean military school.  I guess maybe to assuage some level of guilt that he had shipped me off to be raised by someone else.  Sorry my table for Mr. Bitter is ready.  I’ll have the eggs.   So yes, lots of books LA LA LA  something happened and I just sort of stopped reading.  I stayed up rather late Wednesday night finishing Amy Tans fantastic book, and am heading to the bookstore or library with my son so we can each pick out a book.  Poverty schmoverty.  If all else fails I can eat the book.  

On a different topis, tonight is father son video gam he can stay up till midnight drinking soda night.   It is a rather long title for a night where FRIDAY simply would have sufficed, however he got to pick the name.  We are big on theme nights.  ie:  “Indian Food night, lets tell paul the chicken is goat.”  “Temper tantrums look so silly at the brink of turning 16 now please  go take a shower and get to bed.” “PLease stop biting the dog” and everyones favorite “you never let me do anything”  we have that last one a lot in my house, very popular with the children.  

Well I have work to do today, and for the next 50 years.  Wait a f-ing minute!  I might have to work for another 50 years.  That is so unfair, I never get to do anything….

Soda, jeez.  So it is a happy morning here at the flat.   So I made scrambled eggs, not a food you can make when in a bad mood.  They turn out flat.  I am not looking forward to the next 5 weeks really.  

When he was younger,
he stood staring at the door.
Waiting for the day,
That he knew would surely come.

Put gel in his hair.
Dressed as he thought you’d like.
But as time ticked away,
Promises fade one by one.

And now he’s all grown.
Made it through on his own.
Now strong enough to see,
You’ve been where you want to be.

No longer dying inside,
I will not let you define,
Everything that I am,
By the one thing I don’t have,
Because I’m more than that.
I will not be made to hide,
These tears wont fall for you this time.
I will not be ashamed of my name,
Anymore.

Sometimes he wonders.
Imagines what you’re like.
The emptiness inside,
That made you miss his life.
The oceans widen,
With all your silence.
Leaves his daydreams behind.
Childish fantasies unwind.

And now he knows,
You won’t let him come home.
Puts his hands in his hair,
Cause he’s been waiting thirty years.

No longer dying inside,
I will not let you define,
Everything that I am,
By the one thing I don’t have,
Because I’m more than that.
I will not be made to hide,
These tears wont fall for you this time.
I will not be ashamed of my name,
Anymore.

No longer dying inside,
I will not let you define,
Everything that I am,
By the one thing I don’t have,
Because I’m more than that.
I will not be made to hide,
These tears wont fall for you this time.
I will not be ashamed of my name,
Anymore.

Since my last confession…