Saturday, August 28, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
White Houses
I do not understand the appeal of white houses, I mean, white walls, furniture, kitchen cabinets, dogs.....
Why!!
Why!!
Monday, August 16, 2010
Never eat Manka' s cake
He never forgets.
Mumma cake khanaa hai, says the half sleepy son at 6 in the morning.
Huh! Kal to khaya tha. (Ugh! I ate his cake and mine and husband's. The chocolate truffle that was yesterday's breakfast.)
Mumma khana hai. Please!
Damn it! Who taught him 'please'.
So at 6:30 in the morning I lug myself out of bed to the kitchen wondering all sorts of things and mainly 'who the hell taught Manka'Please'!!!!.
Open the fridge, find some fruits, oh Good! fruit cake.
Stone the cherries, chop some plums, pineapple and some mango candy.
Dry ingredients, wet ingredients, cake tin, preheat oven, wet ingredients into dry ingredients, set the oven, say a little prayer, in goes the batter and PHEW!!
7:40 AM. Not bad!!
Give Manka his milk. Make some ginger tea and ----Ah Heaven!!
Mumma cake khanaa hai, says the half sleepy son at 6 in the morning.
Huh! Kal to khaya tha. (Ugh! I ate his cake and mine and husband's. The chocolate truffle that was yesterday's breakfast.)
Mumma khana hai. Please!
Damn it! Who taught him 'please'.
So at 6:30 in the morning I lug myself out of bed to the kitchen wondering all sorts of things and mainly 'who the hell taught Manka'Please'!!!!.
Open the fridge, find some fruits, oh Good! fruit cake.
Stone the cherries, chop some plums, pineapple and some mango candy.
Dry ingredients, wet ingredients, cake tin, preheat oven, wet ingredients into dry ingredients, set the oven, say a little prayer, in goes the batter and PHEW!!
7:40 AM. Not bad!!
Give Manka his milk. Make some ginger tea and ----Ah Heaven!!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Sunday funday
Father brother fighting.Me busy.
Everyone in husband's family fighting all the time.ST busy.
I slapped manka while I was drilling sense in my brother's head. I did not even see his swollen lips. He came to me because he was hurt. I slapped him. Twice.
AAAAAArrrrgh!
I shouted at ST. Poor guy said his sorries and then forced himself to hospital, because he has to operate, on a Sunday!
My coffee powder finished. Reserve coffee powder went bad. Monsoon effect!!
Bah! How do you salvage such a day--- chocolate truffle for breakfast and decaf , a sorry excuse for coffee. But hey! coffee nonetheless
Everyone in husband's family fighting all the time.ST busy.
I slapped manka while I was drilling sense in my brother's head. I did not even see his swollen lips. He came to me because he was hurt. I slapped him. Twice.
AAAAAArrrrgh!
I shouted at ST. Poor guy said his sorries and then forced himself to hospital, because he has to operate, on a Sunday!
My coffee powder finished. Reserve coffee powder went bad. Monsoon effect!!
Bah! How do you salvage such a day--- chocolate truffle for breakfast and decaf , a sorry excuse for coffee. But hey! coffee nonetheless
Friday, August 13, 2010
Here we go
As I sit here setting up this new blog, Manka (the son) is running around, fetching me assorted toys which are supposed to be tea/coffee mugs. ST (the husband-serious type) is at the hospital cutting up/sewing some unfortunate person.
I am going to try and write every day. Mostly because I need to. I have too much in my head and it is driving me mad. Hopefully writing will help me sort out the mess and get some order in my life. Too much to ask!
I am going to try and write every day. Mostly because I need to. I have too much in my head and it is driving me mad. Hopefully writing will help me sort out the mess and get some order in my life. Too much to ask!
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