Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I run from my kid. It's the truth. After the first hugs and kisses of the morning are done I run and hide; especially during his summer break. He's like a bloodhound. He can always track me down. No matter where I am. SIGH. No loo is secure enough. No pressure cooker whistle is loud... Continue Reading →
When I woke up with a weight on my chest this morning and realized it was my kid’s heel on my sternum, it led to yet another epiphany. Life’s like The Wizard Of Oz (hold the Wonderful). Dealing with kids often morphs us (read me all the way through) into the Wicked Witch of the... Continue Reading →
Let it be noted that if I had to do anything amounting to slightly strenuous physical activity vs being bodily harmed, bodily harm would rule the roost. The most apt description of my gait, run and overall physical movement is quite akin to the drunken hallucination from Dumbo. I kid you not. Red has despaired... Continue Reading →
Well his character, of Martin something or the other in Sleeping With The Enemy, had it right. There's no reason why things can't be kept in a particular (I mean PROPER) way. Just no reason at all. Barring the fact that Bergin (lovely old stud that he is) did play the role of a psychopath,... Continue Reading →
I had hoped I'd have enough time and material to write again today. Lo and behold! The universe conspired to bring me a muse in the form of an annoying and kind of naive salesgirl who I've hexed from here to Kingdom come for her utter and complete lack of even a half-assed sales pitch... Continue Reading →
I recently changed my ride from a hatchback to an MUV. When I say recent I mean just a few hours ago. I was picking up the offspring from school and he was happily frolicking in the backseat, bouncing with joy and making crinkly sounds in the plastic covers that I'd not had a chance... Continue Reading →
I have a great memory for useless trivia. I have a pretty good memory for remembering everything my husband didn't do but should have. I also have a pretty strong recall for little things with the help of even vague-ish associative cues et al...but getting to the fag end of my 30s, my (declining) memory... Continue Reading →
I am a semi-helicopter mother and not proud of it. Here are some things I've gleaned in the past few years of parenting. I'm not sure how helpful this is but for those contemplating marriage and eventually kids, do read this once. It may give you a different perspective (read abstinence or hardcore contraception) or... Continue Reading →
Last weekend I went back to pray at the altar of the gym gods after a long, long a time. I know why I stopped going and it wasn't a good enough reason then and isn't one now either. But I like to give myself brownie points for attempting to get back on the horse/bike...you... Continue Reading →
I am not averse to sharing my living space with another person or other people. I've lived in a dorm, as a boarder and lived with my folks till I was an adult and those things really drill it into one's head about the utter necessity of having your own space for your own shit.... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 