Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Piggies is purely a metaphor. It doesn't mean anyone who looks porcine, grunts or even loves to shove their face into the slop they eat or wallow in the mud. And even if there's an insidious thread of the meaning woven through the blog...tough! Since childhood we all get introduced to the little piggies. Different... Continue Reading →
That's right. Not getting your happily-ever after with the one you long and pine for or imagine yourself to be deeply in love with has tremendous ROI. Let's take Romeo&Juliet as an example. Too bad they really haven't found the Fountain of Youth else Will Shakespeare would have been a very rich bugger indeed, reaping... Continue Reading →
It's inevitable that when people live together, work together, do stuff...again together, there'll be occasions when there is acrimony. Acrimony can get bumped up into enmity or also a severe case of I-don't-recognize-your-existence yada yada yada. But in the whole scenario, the one thing that no one quite figures out how to do is burying... Continue Reading →
"This is the follow-up post to this one. Both were written a while ago...am currently meandering down nostalgia lane at a less than sedate pace." I tried out a detox routine for a day. I did it all day yesterday and let go of my precious java (the drinkable kinds not the geeky one) as... Continue Reading →
"This was written a goodish while back but I wouldn't mind taking a walk down that lane again.." Apparently a build-up of toxins in one's systems can lead to a variety of undesirable behavior. I don't mean murder and mayhem necessarily but it can make you meaner than usual and paint the world a bright... Continue Reading →
It's been a while since I had a drink. A good one. A nicely made one. When I needed it. When I wanted it. When I longed for it. Wait...are we still talking about the same thing? Some days are long. Some days are LOOOOONG. Everything seems upside down. Or downside up. And not many... Continue Reading →
Kids are trouble. If our parents had known that then and unless they were full of the love of humankind our existence would be voided. But this is a more realistic and non-candy floss way of looking at having kids. The making of the kids is probably the best part of the entire deal but... Continue Reading →
I am a daughter of an never-diagnosed, almost-OCD father. And I mean that in semi-jest. Growing up, life was a series of bedspreads which had to be redone because of a semi-wrinkle towards the edge of the bed and the litany of "Perfection is NOT an accident." My mother, God Bless HER!, isn't OCD but... Continue Reading →
I used to like to read Cosmo and Marie Claire and Better Homes&Gardens until I realized that they weren't reflective of my reality at all. According to Cosmo (and its ilk) life should be all about my body type, where I'm out on weekends at least 2xs a month and be having rip-roaring, toe-curling orgasms... Continue Reading →
are fun! They are easy and uncomplicated. You watch them because you know there's fun, drama, tears, shock, eye-rolling moments all packed in. And because they are reruns, you never really mind pausing them, running errands in between or putting it off for another day. You know Rachel gets off the plane. You know Meredith... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 