Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Allow me a moment

I don’t know where to start. I was going to put up a soppy post, but then this story came up.
“Fried Coke has become the latest artery-clogging hit at US state fairs. The gooey Coke-battered nuggets topped with cola syrup won the ‘most creative’ title at the Texas state fair in Dallas last month.”

I try not to dislike Yanks as a rule, and I know a few very friendly, and very educated Americans who are probably more healthy than me (okay, that’s not hard) but let’s be honest, Americans are really doing their bit for global obesity.

‘Most creative’… pah. I’m now trying to shake loose the image of over-sized American families waddling their sticky coke-glazed way around the local fair, eyes gleaming at all the heart-stopping artery-choking ‘creative’ delights. “But, Billy-Sue, if we only have one of each of these 105 different snacks and deserts, then we won’t be over-eating…” Idiots.

Okay. I’m over that. This is me letting it go.

Now, the post that I was actually going to put up: I was going to talk about flowers. You know how us girls love flowers. Bleugh.

I’m not such a fan. I love flowers – in someone else’s house (generally my mother’s). Flowers are messy and I never have anything to put them in – except a bucket or the kitchen sink.

Don’t get me wrong, I do really enjoy receiving them. I always shove my nose appreciatively into the bouquet and smile affectionately at the provider. But after 5 days, when I haven’t changed the water in the vase (that I’ve had to borrow), the smell of stagnating water kinda overwhelms the floral aroma. The thought is always appreciated though.

One of the few times that Boyfriend randomly brought me flowers probably still gives my ex-digsmate great delight to recall. We were all watching TV when Boyfriend climbed through the window (we never used our front door – guests were expected to climb through one of the open lounge windows). With a call of “Koekie, go long!” Boyfriend launched the flowers stem-first into my upstretched arms. I loved it. THAT is how flowers should be delivered.

It will come as no surprise to learn that our current horticultural collection consists of two despondent cacti on our balcony. It’s touch and go as to whether they will make it to the new year.

So, when Boyfriend sent me the latest bunch of flowers, it made me go all soppy and weak at the knees.

That’s it. My virtual bunch of roses - and they come in their own vase. How well he knows me. All the thought and none of the ‘open packet of rose-feed protein, empty into vase, refresh water every 3-4 days’ admin.

Bless.

4 comments:

Jeanne said...

Aaaaaahhhhhhh bless!!

Peas on Toast said...

Bless ;)

Koekie go long! *throws a sunflower cyberically (?) to Koekie *

Champagne Heathen said...

Aaaah sweet!!

You two are so ridiculously cute at the moment I might send you a kid to look after...he would be so happy and feel so loved!

I could not imagine anything more disgusting than fried coke. I feel ill every time i think about it.

(Cyberically???)

Koekie said...

Thanks for the cyber-flower, Peas. So low-maintenance. And sunflowers rock ;-)

CH - Boyfriend and I could only up our puke-worthiness by getting and wearing matching slippers. Wait, we've already got those... They were free, okay! (So technically it shouldn't count)