Of all the stories floating around about Hitler's demise, am completely inclined to believe the one where he met his end in the bunker. That was a lockdown too and he was shut in for an unforeseeable period with a "loved one"...complete recipe for disaster!
Retroblogging#67
For anyone who's wondering about the sudden jumps in the numbers on the blog posts, let's just put it down to outright artist license and move onto the good stuff. Here's another post which brought a smile to my face because life has interesting ways of teaching us lessons.. Vengeance is mine, and I will... Continue Reading →
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
My kid thinks I'm blind AND dumb. If he didn't, why on earth would he cut off a clump of hair that he couldn't untangle instead of bringing it to his mother who's so damn handy with a comb and also when we have a detangler spray handy as well? My face is going to... Continue Reading →
The Serenity Prayer
It's not just in rehab that one prays for serenity. Or even on Seinfeld. Parents frequently pray, atheists and all, for deliverance or the ability to bear with those who we do not understand and want to spank the butts of. This conversation took place just 5 minutes ago: TO storming into my room, "HEY... Continue Reading →
Redemption At Long Last…
I don't always deal well with extended weekends where my kid's a part of the equation and Red isn't around or not going to be around to be a buffer. We, TO and I, get along well for a few hours and then I feel like asking his school principal to keep the school going... Continue Reading →
The Flip Side To Classical Conditioning…
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 →
ReBlogged: Fee Fie Fo Fum!
Said the giant before Jack whooped his bottom and took away his essence of being a giant altogether! Ok...how does that make any sense you ask? I'll tell you...just let me spin out my tale a bit more... Parenting. Glorious parenting. Tis fun. Tis joyous. Brings tears to your eyes at times (for many reasons,... Continue Reading →
School Shopping
We're shopping for a new school for MLM. He's going to 1st grade in 2015 and we're a bit worried. Correction- Red is a bit worried. Am anxious. Â Anxious because when I was going to school at his age and even at an age older to what he is now, there was usually one or... Continue Reading →
Waterloo: Circa 2014
Ordinarily I am a card-carrying agnostic but today I am ready to drop to my knees and give thanks to the Galactic Amoeba if it means that MLM will conk off early and give me a wide berth before he does so. Today has been mind-numbingly exhausting and I have begun to think that I've... Continue Reading →
