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Pizza in a Bowl

I don’t know if I’m getting a touch of dementia, just getting older, or what. Lately I seem to be dropping things more, and some goofy little incidents are happening — not necessarily due to me, but some might be. Call me a klutz!

The other morning, we came home to find water streaming from the water dispenser on the front of our refrigerator. While my husband diagnosed the problem and I tried to assist, I was hurriedly going into our bedroom and my foot knocked the cat’s food and water tray, causing water to spill all over the floor. So my hubby and I were both cleaning up water. Then I tried to roll up our window shade some more, and it got stuck at the lowest level, without being able to roll it up again. Three or four days later, my husband fixed it. All these incidents within one morning hour!

The other day, I decided to fix pizza for dinner. We usually buy them frozen from the grocery, adding several more toppings, because the toppings you get are a little paltry for our taste. So I added pepperoni, mushrooms, sliced olives, and a bit of pico de gallo. Soon the oven was heated and I slid the pizza in, anticipating a mouth-watering treat. When the timer went off, you could hear me exclaim, “Oh, no!” I had forgotten to remove the bottom cardboard from the pizza. (Most of the grocery pizzas we buy don’t have cardboard underneath.) It smelled delicious, but the dough was fused into the cardboard. We salvaged what we could by spooning it into bowls. It was quite yummy, so now I want to resurrect a recipe I used to make for crustless pizza. Please do share if you have a favorite one!

Great Marriage Story

Love is shown in many different ways …

Morning Story and Dilbert

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in…

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