Perils Of Parenting
I used to love horror movies. I utterly enjoyed the heck out of them and I was ghoulish enough to rate them on the BCI- Body Count Index...you know where you check to see if enough people are ending up dead or not. I realized early on that the BCI is directly proportional to my... Continue Reading →
How To Tell A Pre-Teen Lives In Your House
Here it goes in no particular order: He calls you Bruh..mom and dad have left the building and Bruh reigns supreme.Angst is the name of the game.Being contrary is also the name of the game.Tantrums are usually lurking around the corner.Flashes of brilliance (I use the term loosely) can be expected.Hugs and kisses are still... Continue Reading →
Movie Review: Black Widow
Right off the bat, it's a bit of a downer watching Black Widow knowing that Romanov sacrifices herself in Endgame. Set in the time after the incidents of Captain America: Civil War, this movie gives a proper backstory to Natasha Romanov and lets the audience know how she became the Black Widow. But that's not... Continue Reading →
Gaah! A Pre-Teen Lives In My House
The brat is officially a preteen effective yesterday. He's also officially a slightly bigger brat than he was before. I was telling Red that it's as if I gave birth to a Valley Girl instead of a kid living in South India. But am told the rolling eyes, the general disdain for any parental advise... Continue Reading →