Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
The brat got off the school bus with two holes in the school uniform that hadn't been there when he'd got on the bus in the morning. When I asked him (with a slight frost in my voice) he told me that a "Screaming Death" had made the holes. For the uninitiated, a Screaming Death... Continue Reading →
I am currently in what I imagine is a near-Cinderella stage. Drippy nose, swollen face and mopping up the red blood (poster color) that MLM generously painted on his T-Rex's teeth and pretty much all over on an off-white tiled floor. I fall back on the worst threat in my arsenal aka am going away... Continue Reading →
'Paaglaami' is a favorite word of the Bengali people. It means madness. The word paaglaami is derived from one of the uber favorite words of theirs as well..."paagol". This word is never said in a droll, flat manner. Oh no..the word paagol is uttered in a manner which reeks of food being relished and tasted thoroughly... Continue Reading →
Well WE aren't six. We're mid-30s and staying that way till the big 4-0 rolls over and flattens us into pancakes. The brat is 6. And has a nasty case of sniffles and a hacking cough. Oh joy. A year older and about to be pumped full of meds. Which kid doesn't want that? We... Continue Reading →
No. I'm not high. Yes, I wish I was. And yes, I have a child. Ergo the weird things ending up where they ideally ought not to. Sitting down and finding a clothes pin jammed up in your butt crack is passe. Stepping on Batman and theoretically emasculating him when you get up to pee... Continue Reading →
My father sends me a lot of forwards. And when I say a lot I mean a lot. And I used to be the Queen of Forwards once upon a time. But some of his forwards are truly entertaining. Like this one. Read on and chuckle! I particularly LMAO'ed on #6. Enjoy- FIRST DEGREE A... Continue Reading →
Get up and beat the alarm...not to death but beat it to the finish. Stumble over toys and everything that should not be scattered on the floor. Brush while still a zombie. Use the loo and think Oh God...another day. Struggle into swimsuit and go for a dip. Get into pool and properly wake up. Thank... Continue Reading →
Ever since my kid's been old enough to blink he's had me in the palm of his hand. There was no one more fragile, delicate, beautiful than he. Even now, although far from being a baby, he's still the most beautiful face I've beheld; in my humble opinion. And because he knows his power over... Continue Reading →
Who said Mondays are all about moaning and groaning about the weekend ending? Well..I haven't said it yet. But the day's young and my kid will be back from school in a few hours so I have time to make up my quota of Monday moans. In the interim, here are some funnies that I... Continue Reading →
Everywhere I look, I sit the offspring's presence prevails. The jar of Gummybears are usually within hand's reach although with the child-proof caps it's still a bit in our control when we want to hand the bears over. There are clothes clips on the futon, tigers and lions (figures) under the sofa cushions and Play... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 