Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Last Sunday TO had some of his friends over for a pizza lunch. It went just fine. All the complaints, tears, sulks, hurt feelings and booboos turned up bang on schedule at the 2 hour mark like they do with x number of kids under the same roof for a given amount of time. One... Continue Reading →
I have myopia. I inherited from both my parents. I helped it along but for the most part, it's their fault. I also have TO..that's all Red's fault. And I'll tell you why...not why it's Red's fault; that's Biology 101 and I have no desire to relive it. But when my myopia and my child's... Continue Reading →
It is a theory of mine that depending upon the kind of ride TO is in, his thought process changes accordingly. I had a flat tire today and had to take an auto rickshaw to get around. I think the abundance of the fresh-polluted air got to him and he came up with such gems... 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 →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 