Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
2019 was a very memorable year for me. And blogwise as well. Here's how Ballisticbong did. 111 blog posts. 3622 visitors Visitors came in from 50 different nations with new entrants being Georgia, Greece, Namibia, Bahrain, Iraq, Czech Republic, Norway, Croatia, Vietnam, Taiwan&Guernsey! Movie reviews and picture blogs ruled the roost as always with this... Continue Reading →
The year started on a fun enough note. Had plenty of adored people around. There was music. There was dancing. There were hyper kids. Loads of alcohol flowing as well. And lights flashing...the whole shebang! And then we crashed, bleary-eyed, into bed only to be woken up at what seemed like an ungodly hour but... Continue Reading →
TO and I started 2020's fun segment off with a mother&son movie date. That nachos and cheese popcorn were a part of it goes without saying. And that the dust from the nachos and the cheese from the popcorn don't go without a hard scrubbing; goes without saying also. Now, onto the movie! A lone... Continue Reading →
Brian Gordon...redefining the reasons we sometimes want to flip our kids off! Note: all images are sourced from the book Fowl Language: Winging It: The Art of Imperfect Parenting by Brian Gordon.
Some people have trouble being cooped up. Even if it isn't in a tiny space and even if they don't suffer from claustrophobia. Take my kid for example...sitting still is a challenge. He'd rather be running his mouth and legs off all at once and flit between shadowing bowling, getting jiggy with it and talking... Continue Reading →
Yesterday TO was in a bit of a defiant mood and decided to test the waters by flouting the rules and diktats laid out. I did the only thing that I do when yelling isn't an option; I stopped talking to him. It was quite a bit of a blessed silence for Red am sure.... Continue Reading →
Possibly the most eye-catching basilica in the world, the Sagrada Familia is a must-see. Especially in this format.
The cries of Ole resound in the small room. The lights are dim but bright enough to shine on sheen of sweat on the faces and bodies of the dancers. Suddenly a deep baritone growls out notes to a song you don't understand but can feel all the way down to your toes. The thudding... Continue Reading →
This was our last day in Barcelona. We decided to skip the beach in the less than balmy weather and spend the day in the Gothic Quarter instead. A good decision as it turned out. Browsing through a flea market, listening to street musicians and having a perfect lunch in a quaint, hole-in-the-wall place in... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 