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Tales of A Pear-Shaped Femme
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Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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The 3 of us (me, Red&MLM) rang in the new year inside a loud, creaky, semi-uncomfortable airport shuttle bus. But I got to wish my folks, my bestie and also make an SOS call to good friends who came and picked us up from a drop-off point since Hyderabad cabbies decided to be sadistic on... Continue Reading →
Books read since start of holiday on 23rd night: 4. New mystery writers discovered since start of holiday: 3 Movies watched: half of 3 Drinks consumed: 2! (I know right?) Local cuisine sampled: 2xs Yelled at offspring: lesser times than I thought possible. Got massaged: 1x Cursed out loud: 3x Songs looped in head: Never... Continue Reading →
My son can be a lazy lump. Anything that requires more effort than he's prepared to put in; gets shoved under the rug (literally and figuratively) and often outsourced to us. He's starting to make some strides in reading now and today's homework has words that distinguish the gender between people viz mother-father, brother-sister et... Continue Reading →
Reblogged from beerandcandlelight.wordpress.com http://wp.me/p4Thir-2I There are two kinds of people (among the many types of two-kinds of people): those who shy away from bodily functions, fluids and whatnot and those who rush to embrace it. I’m not sure why but farts, peeing, pooping, burping, drooling, mucus (from various parts of the body), wet dreams, menstrual flow; it’s all... Continue Reading →
I'm up. Again. I'll be useless by 11 am unless I have 2 super-duper coffees (one of them black) in the first half of the day. I don't mind waking up ahead of time. I like the near-solitude that the apartment offers. The offspring is sleeping in some odd modernistic dance pose and the husband... Continue Reading →
This week, that year. Blogging then. Blogging now. https://bouncyrambler.blogspot.in/2012/11/reality-bites-hard.html
I am all for being a hands-off parent. I really would like to be able to observe my child, see him grow rather than always be present while he is doing his thing. For someone who has been a SAHM from the first moment, it is quite a treat to be able to see your... Continue Reading →
Reliving fun and silliness from my childhood while my kid grows through his...
This is going into the category of a bloglet viz it'll be brief. There's a book my husband bought me once the brat started pre-primary...it's called How To Talk So Kids Will Listen And Listen So Kids Will Talk. Since the book did not mention anything about how to talk so husbands will listen and stop leaving... Continue Reading →