Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Last night I'd asked TO to do one of his usual chores and he did; while holding firmly onto the tv remote. And I, being a person to *never* let a snarky quip pass me by, told him that once he grew up and if he had kids, would have to eventually put the remote... Continue Reading →
the moment an adult goes to the loo, a child will need them for something. That something will be critical to the child for sure but not register at all on the adult scale for important things. My niece is spending a few hours with me and after Hangmaning, drawing and doing all the things... Continue Reading →
If I was being pithy, I'd say that the Lost Kingdom should've stayed lost! Jason Momoa becomes terribly typecast with his tattoos, wild hair and overall untamed look but there's a shift from the Arthur Curry he played in the first standalone Aquaman movie to this one. He's indolent, his acting is subpar and he's just... Continue Reading →
I was looking at a picture of a tardigrade because ever since the Octonauts educated TO about them, he returned the favor by educating me and I have never got over how tiny and cute the "water bears" are. TO is still very light on his feet and can creep up almost noiselessly (unless he's... Continue Reading →
Am not the nicest mother- it has to be said. More like the willling bad-cop who thinks that telling it like it is never hurt anyone. I wonder where I get it from (looks askance at my parents' room) but it is what is is. My parents continue to be the extremely loving and demonstrative... Continue Reading →
Red took us all out to play pickleball last evening and as always kept coaxing me to play something rather than have my nose buried in a book or my Kindle. And I, as always, was lethal on the court. Mercilessly swinging the racket like it was a sword and the ball like an enemy... Continue Reading →
It's been a long time between rants, this one especially. Last time I grumbled about this was three years ago. And while this irritant has raised its annoying head on and off, there are certain days when the peeve gets elevated to a different status: in ALL CAPS, bold, italicised and underlined for good measure!... Continue Reading →
I first colored my hair while in the fag end of my 30s. It wasn't to cover up the greys (which am convinced are a sum total of the number of years I've been married and how old TO is) but to see if a different color was my thing. It was. And while my... Continue Reading →
Everyone grows up with the lingo of their generation; usually ingrained in their youth. It's a mix of slangs, colloquialism and often, as is typical with kids, some amount of neologisms as well. TO and I have been spending quite a bit of time together in the last two months since his summer break started.... Continue Reading →
TO has learnt the art of being an utter smartass and sneaks it into conversations with a smoothness that by turns annoys me and also makes me laugh. A little while ago, we were doing a round of Q&A about his upcoming swim theory exams and one of the questions was about what to do... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 