Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Someone once told me that there's often sarcasm in my blog posts. It's disguised as tongue-in-cheek humor directed at my child. And my response to that is a resounding," You bet!". Parenting is hard enough. Blowing off steam in healthy ways makes blogging fairly benign in the scope of things. Apparently wishing to dump your... Continue Reading →
This year too, seems to have flown by. We've had all sorts of experiences by turn- happy, sad, meh and pretty much all the emojis have had a chance to be centerstage...even the poopy one. And oh the realizations! I can honestly say it's been chockfull of everything and then some. We've grown a bit... Continue Reading →
I woke up earlier than expected today because somehow my daily wake-up alarm got set for Sunday as well...oh well, no matter. I did my Wordle (I lost). I pottered around the house (needs dusting). I brushed my teeth (need to order more toothpaste). I then made my way to the kitchen after collecting the... Continue Reading →
My kid's teenage years are kicking my heiney!* I was smarter as a teen than I am as a middle-aged mother of one. Primarily because I kept the eye rolling to a minimum and the simian grunts to a fairly non-existent level. I had to since my mother was handy with her spatulas and my... Continue Reading →
There's a version that Cher sings as well but this is waay better IMHO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgRafRp-P-o
The Fine Young Cannibals were an early 80s British pop-rock group. This song of theirs is the most anthologised- She Drives Me Crazy circa 1988. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtvmTu4zAMg
The word solitude often conjures up images and notions of being lonely and morose but that's far from the truth. The word is derived from the Latin word 'solus' meaning alone but as many of us have discovered, alone does not necessarily equal being lonely. Our lives, even the ones orchestrated and managed by us,... Continue Reading →
There has always been music around me as far back as I can recall. Mum is one of those people who hums and sings while she potters around the house and while I'm profoundly grateful that my father doesn't, he enjoys having music around him even more than she does. We had a record player... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 