Imprints

that'll never leave my heart.

I lost my other heavy-duty memory card.
Am in a state of panic.
Haven't slept well for 2 weeks now.
Keep dreaming about where it ought to be.
It's nowhere.
My pictures may be lost forever.
Argh.

Laughter's therapy

for the constipated stay-at-home mom. The one's who's been deprived of normal, adult conversation the entire day, most days, seems like forever...

The one who has forgotten to care for herself the way she used to care for herself so the opposite sex would possibly look twice in admiration. The one who can now type with one hand as efficiently as with two, reply to emails in a jiffy albeit all in small letters, pick up the phone to give instructions to some lame (read "mentally challenged") banker and breast-feed infant simultaneously, message a dozen girlfriends whilst fixing a healthy, vegetable-full meal for the munsters, etc.

The one who has forgotten to use the bathroom when nature calls just coz there are so many other more important things to do like fixing a puzzle with the toddler or discussing the temperament of some prehistoric creature with the preschooler or just gurgling with the bouncey bouncer (aka aarongator). Yikes. I am off point again.

It's true (Smoot), you do become like her eventually. No matter how you mask it. You are HER, in the end. Just look at what I've just done. Gone on. Not on point whatsoever, whatsoever. So way off even. (repetition in just so many words is the other crime!)

So, we get some couple time tonight for a steak meal out (woo hoo!) and I immediately sight a Phuket holiday contest for the entire family just coz you eat there and have a receipt number. So we zoom in. What right do we have not to try for the free trip, right? The children will never forgive. We eat out without them, and to add injury to insult, we don't eat at the right place to join the right contests. So, we decided we'd better do it right. See. I have gone on yet again. Relentless. Bah!

I'll get to it right here - the waiter came with a tray of drinks and said,

"Who is having the cock?"

There. I did it! I can do it. I am ON point.

It was downhill from there. Everything and nothing was funny from there. Who is having the minx gree? The garrik stick? (mixed grill and garlic steak) Can you please open (using 2 fingers to gesture the opening motion) the potato so I can put the sour crim? Very naughty.

Oh man. I was tempted to ask - Oly one sie?

And the husband found guts tonight. He ordered a refill. God help him. Think he's stuck in the toilet right as I type.

The life of me

almost got sucked out the other night.

Now I know better than to walk in unannounced. Absolutely not a pretty sight. In fact, it's unequivocally the most horrifying experience. Ever. Second to walking in on - oh never mind. Just ever.

Modus op now is to think twice whether I really need to go that way, then take a deep breath, march LOUDLY towards the area, flick on ALL the light switches, pause 3 seconds (loong seconds), before approaching anywhere within the area. Yeah. Sounds like the only plan.

Critters. Gross tropical critters. To be specific, lizards and roaches. Ugh. Second grossest to none. They fly. I swear. I saw it with my own eyes. Yup, my own.

Flew right across from the sink to the washer. Then flew from the washer to the cabinets across it. Damn scary. Like a horror flick on Friday the 13th. Worse, like Halloween come early.

F'coz I screamed. The husband doesn't believe me. He who's never seen a flying lizard dares berate my fear. They do! They do! PLUS, wait for this. They eat roaches. I swear.

So then the next night I announce my arrival LOUDLY, flick on all switches, clear my throat loudly, before approaching the area. No lizards in sight. So it works, like magic. But the roaches aren't so clever. They stay put in position. Frozen. Like if they dint move, I wouldn't see them. Not so clever.

4 whole seconds of relentless Baygon later, it still pretends to play not there. Then is flutters a lil, scuttles a lil...and falls to the ground. This time, really frozen. Dead. Baygon's the best!

So I leave it there. It ain't gonna run me into a sweat no more. So I leave it there. For 3 days, to be precise.

3 days later, I recount to the husband the horrors of tropical living and gestured pointedly to the offending....GONE! GONE! Like magic. Yeah. Really.

To be clear - NObody in this house cleans this house but me. Nobody lifts a finger. No. Body. Nil. Nana. Noope. Uh-uh. But it's gone!

Lizards eat roaches. They do. I knowed it from deep in my heart. I do. I knowed. What else do they eat? Now am scareder than ever. Horrible quitters. Is what my kids call 'em. Coo-it-ters. Cwock-cwoach. What a mouthful. Yet, lizards eat 'em. I knowed. Help.

Jubba

That's all that comes to mind. Whatever that means. I think it's my new nickname for the Aarongator.

I started off this blog in a daze...and am still in a daze 2 years down the line.

This time, I think it's the lack of sleep. Wait. It's the same reason from before.

Ah. I haven't slept through the night in 4.5 years (and still counting). Coz someone decided to be a good Catholic. Only kidding. The real reason is it's an addiction. You can't live with them nor without them. You just have to feed the addiction to feel the high.

Yeah. That figures the daze.

In brief, life is good. Family's good. God is great.

These days, everyone else is at least a millionaire by now speculating in real property. We're the minority.

But we have a home. And it's sure as hell warm.

I think my priorities are in place. I think I'm closer to Heaven than most people'd like to think. Not popular, but definitely trekking it right.

Random pictures for fun. See my pieces of Heaven.

Aarongator crawls

As of 1st July!

My Belle spelt her name as of June - completely undrilled and of her own volition.
The wonders of those grey cells.

My Man writes small letters beautifully - just a week into school!
The wonders of work-books! Yikes!
He loves school btw.
Which is a great relief to me.
One burden off my back.
Am super happy.

Am reading "How to win a Nobel Prize. For stay-at-home-moms."
Realised it's written by a fellow Bench & Bar ladies' soccer player Shamini Flint.
Admire people who find time in their child-rearing schedule to write.
As it is, am happy can find time to read.