BE A LION OUTSIDE THE HOUSE!but with your spouse...be a mouse.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
You Lied to Me
You said you needed me
I thought my dream came true
You said you wanted me
And I changed my world for you
I gave my heart to you
I pledged you everything
I proved my love for you
I even wore your ring
** You promised that our love would never ever die
You promised that you'd never ever say goodbye
* You lied to me - Played me for a fool
Had to learn the hard way
That you don't play by the rules
You lied to me - Boy you broke my heart
Should have seen it coming - Should have known it from the start
You lied to me
My friends would tell me
That you'd turn and walk away
I didn't listen to
The words they had to say
Your reputation proved
You only played for fun
The record clearly showed
You liked to hit and run
I trusted you and every single word you said
I trusted you - I should have run away instead
* Repeat
When I remember all the good times
And all the happiness we shared
If only love could last forever
If only you had really cared
You said you needed me
And I gave my heart to you
But you played me for a fool
You lied to me
You lied to me
Kylie Minogue - Promises
Remember how it used to be,
Remember how you promised me,
That life would always be good,
You forget the fact you lied to me,
You locked my heart and threw the key,
I'm so misunderstood,
What to say when all the words have gone,
Promises, promises,
What to do when all our thoughts have flown,
Promises, promises,
Remember how I gave my heart,
And all at once we fell apart,
Was I supposed to forgive you,
You forgot the fact you said to me,
That we were for eternity,
You're so easy to see through,
What to say when all the words have gone,
Promises, promises,
What to do when all our thoughts have flown,
Promises, promises,
Remember that I'm over you,
And know that I will make it through,
Hope you never forget it,
The promises you made to me,
Were really lies and fantasy,
Hope you come to regret it,
What to say when all the tears have dried,
Promises, promises,
What to think when all our love has died,
Promises, promises,
The promises we used to keep have gone,
And with them all the words,
That kept us both from seeing what was wrong,
The rest is silent,
What to say when all the words have gone,
Promises, promises,
What to do when all our thoughts have flown,
Promises, promises,
What to say when all the tears have dried,
Promises, promises,
What to think when all our love has died,
Promises, promises.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Phased out....
Hi!
I read once that you should never write a letter (or email) when you are angry.
You know, this is SO hard not to, as you are so full of it, and what to let it all out (on paper, or on the net) that it takes effort and a lot of deep breaths (read grunts) to keep it in and let calmer thoughts occupy your mind.
The above paragraph seems like a work of a constipated person, so let me start again.
Hi!
I read once that you should never write a letter (or email) when you are angry. Which is very hard to do, but I'd like to add to it, that you shouldnt write anything down when you are depressed. It only creates a written statement of a time you were down, and later on when you will come across it, it will make a dark shadow cross your face.
So, this was one reason I didnt write anything.
It wasnt because I didnt want to write... and I had tons of things that I wanted to write about, but lets say, it just wasnt meant to be blogged.
Come to think of it, I was so depressed that I started listening to music (my least fav thing) and was very sad to find out that I could identify with this song!
http://www.nin.com/visuals/only_hi.html
No wonder its my least fav thing.
Now about some good things.
...
...
Okay, the poster that I talked about, turned out to be one of the best ones on display, and it was a good feeling. It wasnt a competition or anything, but still, it was nice to hear from my son, that when he showed it to his class, they all went WOW.
Then I had some great talks with my family and friends, again long distance, but it felt good nonetheless.
My daughter is now progressing into showing her colors, and her ability to cry out loud, at the drop of a hat, or without the drop of anything.
This little bit is nagging me a bit, as I dont know why she is doing it. She isnt dirty, hungry, or sleepy, or aching anywhere, okay, maybe she is aching somewhere, and Im sure her throat is one such place, which leads to the head ache and puffy eyes (mine and hers, both), so this puts a dampener on things.
While she naps, let me pen off so that I can get some work done around here.
Ta!
PS: She has a beautiful smile, mashallah.
I read once that you should never write a letter (or email) when you are angry.
You know, this is SO hard not to, as you are so full of it, and what to let it all out (on paper, or on the net) that it takes effort and a lot of deep breaths (read grunts) to keep it in and let calmer thoughts occupy your mind.
The above paragraph seems like a work of a constipated person, so let me start again.
Hi!
I read once that you should never write a letter (or email) when you are angry. Which is very hard to do, but I'd like to add to it, that you shouldnt write anything down when you are depressed. It only creates a written statement of a time you were down, and later on when you will come across it, it will make a dark shadow cross your face.
So, this was one reason I didnt write anything.
It wasnt because I didnt want to write... and I had tons of things that I wanted to write about, but lets say, it just wasnt meant to be blogged.
Come to think of it, I was so depressed that I started listening to music (my least fav thing) and was very sad to find out that I could identify with this song!
http://www.nin.com/visuals/only_hi.html
No wonder its my least fav thing.
Now about some good things.
...
...
Okay, the poster that I talked about, turned out to be one of the best ones on display, and it was a good feeling. It wasnt a competition or anything, but still, it was nice to hear from my son, that when he showed it to his class, they all went WOW.
Then I had some great talks with my family and friends, again long distance, but it felt good nonetheless.
My daughter is now progressing into showing her colors, and her ability to cry out loud, at the drop of a hat, or without the drop of anything.
This little bit is nagging me a bit, as I dont know why she is doing it. She isnt dirty, hungry, or sleepy, or aching anywhere, okay, maybe she is aching somewhere, and Im sure her throat is one such place, which leads to the head ache and puffy eyes (mine and hers, both), so this puts a dampener on things.
While she naps, let me pen off so that I can get some work done around here.
Ta!
PS: She has a beautiful smile, mashallah.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
One Year Here, yey!
I just saw that I have been on Blogger.com for a year now!
And what a year it was.
And what a year it was.
Getting the Costume Ready
Today, was the Book Character Day at my son's school. So me having all the time in the world, went along with my baby daughter.
After MUCH deliberation and three trips to three different shops, we had decided that he wanted to be a magician. He had the book too. Costume had to be made. THere was only one tiny bit of a problem, the book was not a story book, it was a Book of 101 Magic Tricks. My husband, ever the literal person, said, they didnt say story book, they just asked for a book character.
Anyhow, last night, I stayed up late to put his costume together. Made a cape, put stars on it, spelled his initials on it too with star stickers. The hat we got for him was blue with a silver band, but it didnt look nice so I took out black paint to paint it black.
The hat was made of such a material that neither of poster paint, fabric paint (coz it was dried solid), glass paint, and black permanent marker worked on it, means it was down to plain old paper.
I got some craft paper out, in black color, but it was more brown than black. Then I found a blacker version of craft paper, so I cut and marked and marked and cut and then glued it all together.
Then I found some silver spray paint, so I said why not spray it all silver. I did the top of the hat silver and it looked BAD. I showed it to my husband for comments, and he said take it away from my nose, the paint fumes are not good. My son was more of, what does this smell remind me of. The good part was that my daughter was asleep, otherwise, she would have put in her two cents (read teeth) in this matter.
Now was the time to cover the round portion of the hat. And I remembered that I had some carbon paper. It was shiny too and just the right shade of black!
(YES, black comes is a whole range of shades, if you dont agree, visit an abaya shop and you will be taken aback with all the choices of black only, and Im not talking about material)
So I took off the previously done hat rim, which was already peeling off, as the glue I had used wasnt strong enough. So got another craft glue out and marked and cut the black paper to size, my son was telling me a joke there, so i cut a little bit out wrong (too much over confidence from finding the right shade of black), still I glued it all up and got my son to model for my husband and he said he looks like Willy Wonka (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory).
(Note: He is a Jhonny Depp fan and had done all he could to make him a pirate instead, as I already had the costume from last year, the hat, the eye-patch, the moustache, and the black face color for the scar on the face), but the book of pirates was too expensive, and the other books we found, like Treasure Island, well, it wasnt my son's favorite.) Hence, the resemblance to Willy Wonka, actually more so as the hat was like Willy Wonka's hat.
Put my son to bed, oh yeah, the first thing I had made was a wand. The balsa wood was from the leftover stick I had used to make a kite (which was huge and had to be left behind in the previous country, as I didnt have anything as large to pack it in). Covered it in foil, and secured the ends with silver tape.
Then I found a star (from IKEA) which could be used as you use a lemon slice on a cocktail glass. The star was for the wand.
Then I went to bed.
Woke up early morning, got myself and my daughter ready, got my son ready, as he suddenly didnt want to go as a magician. Instead of the plastic cape, I found my teacher's gown while looked for a black scarf big enough to be used as a cape. The gown was way too long. The scarf was perfect, but my son started to sulk and say the costume doesnt go with my red face (the face was red as he was about to cry).
Told him plenty of times that he looks great, while my husband threatened by saying I leave in 5 minutes. He took my daughter down and I told my son to wear socks and shoes. (Everyday he wears black socks to school, which arent part of his uniform and today, for his black costume he chose white socks)
Ready and out the door. The moment my son used the wand to get the lift for us, I knew everything will be just fine! And it was. Read about it later...
After MUCH deliberation and three trips to three different shops, we had decided that he wanted to be a magician. He had the book too. Costume had to be made. THere was only one tiny bit of a problem, the book was not a story book, it was a Book of 101 Magic Tricks. My husband, ever the literal person, said, they didnt say story book, they just asked for a book character.
Anyhow, last night, I stayed up late to put his costume together. Made a cape, put stars on it, spelled his initials on it too with star stickers. The hat we got for him was blue with a silver band, but it didnt look nice so I took out black paint to paint it black.
The hat was made of such a material that neither of poster paint, fabric paint (coz it was dried solid), glass paint, and black permanent marker worked on it, means it was down to plain old paper.
I got some craft paper out, in black color, but it was more brown than black. Then I found a blacker version of craft paper, so I cut and marked and marked and cut and then glued it all together.
Then I found some silver spray paint, so I said why not spray it all silver. I did the top of the hat silver and it looked BAD. I showed it to my husband for comments, and he said take it away from my nose, the paint fumes are not good. My son was more of, what does this smell remind me of. The good part was that my daughter was asleep, otherwise, she would have put in her two cents (read teeth) in this matter.
Now was the time to cover the round portion of the hat. And I remembered that I had some carbon paper. It was shiny too and just the right shade of black!
(YES, black comes is a whole range of shades, if you dont agree, visit an abaya shop and you will be taken aback with all the choices of black only, and Im not talking about material)
So I took off the previously done hat rim, which was already peeling off, as the glue I had used wasnt strong enough. So got another craft glue out and marked and cut the black paper to size, my son was telling me a joke there, so i cut a little bit out wrong (too much over confidence from finding the right shade of black), still I glued it all up and got my son to model for my husband and he said he looks like Willy Wonka (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory).
(Note: He is a Jhonny Depp fan and had done all he could to make him a pirate instead, as I already had the costume from last year, the hat, the eye-patch, the moustache, and the black face color for the scar on the face), but the book of pirates was too expensive, and the other books we found, like Treasure Island, well, it wasnt my son's favorite.) Hence, the resemblance to Willy Wonka, actually more so as the hat was like Willy Wonka's hat.
Put my son to bed, oh yeah, the first thing I had made was a wand. The balsa wood was from the leftover stick I had used to make a kite (which was huge and had to be left behind in the previous country, as I didnt have anything as large to pack it in). Covered it in foil, and secured the ends with silver tape.
Then I found a star (from IKEA) which could be used as you use a lemon slice on a cocktail glass. The star was for the wand.
Then I went to bed.
Woke up early morning, got myself and my daughter ready, got my son ready, as he suddenly didnt want to go as a magician. Instead of the plastic cape, I found my teacher's gown while looked for a black scarf big enough to be used as a cape. The gown was way too long. The scarf was perfect, but my son started to sulk and say the costume doesnt go with my red face (the face was red as he was about to cry).
Told him plenty of times that he looks great, while my husband threatened by saying I leave in 5 minutes. He took my daughter down and I told my son to wear socks and shoes. (Everyday he wears black socks to school, which arent part of his uniform and today, for his black costume he chose white socks)
Ready and out the door. The moment my son used the wand to get the lift for us, I knew everything will be just fine! And it was. Read about it later...
Monday, February 12, 2007
Le Horror!
kids have a thing with paper, and babies ADORE paper.
It is the first food group for them, right up there next to milk.
My baby is no different. She loves paper, so much so that she can eat a book if you let her.
The first book she ate was Stephen King's Pet Semetary. It was very embarassing for me, as it was borrowed from my sister-in-law, but Alhamdolillah, she understood.
Later on she developed a taste for Reader's Digest... she has a go at it every month, and she knows where to find it too, right under my pillow. Each time i oversleep, she nibbles on a page.
Then her teeth came out. And she got better control of the fingers, so she learnt that you can do other things with a book, like flipping the papers.
Next thing i know, she can reach the second last shelf in my book case. The last shelf (bottom-most) contains my craft books and magazines and they are so many that they are packed tight. Also they are hardcover ones, so a bit heavy for her.
This second last shelf contains paperbacks, novels, folders, my completed craft folder etc. and it was here that she found her second stephen king's novel (The Green Mile).
My husband saw it and asked me to take it away and i said let her play with it, she is only flipping thru it (which was exactly what she was doing right then). That was yesterday.
Today, she was flipping thru it again, and well, right now, she torn a bit from the front cover. I guess she is teething again. Now she is lying down on the floor cushion, and i think she will nod off any minute now.
She has developed a TASTE for Stephen King! And in her words, it is "Aaaain Hainnn"
Oh wait there is more , she has added "hattttt taaaaaaaaaaaa" to it too.
Go figure!
It is the first food group for them, right up there next to milk.
My baby is no different. She loves paper, so much so that she can eat a book if you let her.
The first book she ate was Stephen King's Pet Semetary. It was very embarassing for me, as it was borrowed from my sister-in-law, but Alhamdolillah, she understood.
Later on she developed a taste for Reader's Digest... she has a go at it every month, and she knows where to find it too, right under my pillow. Each time i oversleep, she nibbles on a page.
Then her teeth came out. And she got better control of the fingers, so she learnt that you can do other things with a book, like flipping the papers.
Next thing i know, she can reach the second last shelf in my book case. The last shelf (bottom-most) contains my craft books and magazines and they are so many that they are packed tight. Also they are hardcover ones, so a bit heavy for her.
This second last shelf contains paperbacks, novels, folders, my completed craft folder etc. and it was here that she found her second stephen king's novel (The Green Mile).
My husband saw it and asked me to take it away and i said let her play with it, she is only flipping thru it (which was exactly what she was doing right then). That was yesterday.
Today, she was flipping thru it again, and well, right now, she torn a bit from the front cover. I guess she is teething again. Now she is lying down on the floor cushion, and i think she will nod off any minute now.
She has developed a TASTE for Stephen King! And in her words, it is "Aaaain Hainnn"
Oh wait there is more , she has added "hattttt taaaaaaaaaaaa" to it too.
Go figure!
Friday, February 09, 2007
I like it ... SHREDDED!
For those of you who dont know, I hate throwing things away. Call me a hoarder, but seriously, my husband stopped making fun of me, when we recently moved from one country to the other, and I had the packing for everything we had bought, and we got all the things delivered, without a single crack in them (which is an achievement, as we have tons of breakable stuff). Alhamdolillah.
Anyways, I think I picked this habit from my father. He was not a hoarded, but he had loads and loads of paperwork and once or twice a year, he would sit down and sort the papers out. THEN, came the fun part, everything had to be thrown away after being torn to bits, as there were a lot of important information on those papers.
I used to wait until he had sorted all the unimportant papers out and then we two would sit down and tear the pages to shreds and then compete and see who got the smallest bit or who could tear more pages together (I got to win the first one and he the second one :) )
Then, he got a shredder for his office. It was a huge machine, and you put the papers in and out came long thin strips. I loved doing that.
Wait time for a joke.
A Major saw a General standing next to a shredder scratching his chin. He went up to him and asked, Sir, may I help you. The General said, this is a very important paper, so I came to tend to it myself, but I cant figure out how to use it. The Major said, I can help with it. He took the paper and ran it in the shredder. The General said, " Good, now make two copies of it".
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Anyways, when I started doing all the crafts, I came across Quilling. The only problem was that the strips werent available in the market in the city i was in, so I had to cut them all out with a paper cutter. It was long, tedious and hard work. So I saw this office shredder in the book store and I wanted it. The problem was that it was too expensive.
Now, today, we went to this shop looking for a costume for my son (magician) and I happened to see a small desk shredder. I got it.
Now my son and I are going to fight over who gets to shred the receipts :D
Another family tradition passed down the generation....
Anyways, I think I picked this habit from my father. He was not a hoarded, but he had loads and loads of paperwork and once or twice a year, he would sit down and sort the papers out. THEN, came the fun part, everything had to be thrown away after being torn to bits, as there were a lot of important information on those papers.
I used to wait until he had sorted all the unimportant papers out and then we two would sit down and tear the pages to shreds and then compete and see who got the smallest bit or who could tear more pages together (I got to win the first one and he the second one :) )
Then, he got a shredder for his office. It was a huge machine, and you put the papers in and out came long thin strips. I loved doing that.
Wait time for a joke.
A Major saw a General standing next to a shredder scratching his chin. He went up to him and asked, Sir, may I help you. The General said, this is a very important paper, so I came to tend to it myself, but I cant figure out how to use it. The Major said, I can help with it. He took the paper and ran it in the shredder. The General said, " Good, now make two copies of it".
*****************************
Anyways, when I started doing all the crafts, I came across Quilling. The only problem was that the strips werent available in the market in the city i was in, so I had to cut them all out with a paper cutter. It was long, tedious and hard work. So I saw this office shredder in the book store and I wanted it. The problem was that it was too expensive.
Now, today, we went to this shop looking for a costume for my son (magician) and I happened to see a small desk shredder. I got it.
Now my son and I are going to fight over who gets to shred the receipts :D
Another family tradition passed down the generation....
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Mint Chocolate... Dark Chocolate
Its been some time since I last had the pleasure of having a decent Mint Chocolate ( I will not count the Basking Robins mint choc scoop, as the Swiss Mix tasted far better).
Ever since I can remember, I have liked chocolate and I have loved Mint. For years, it was always this flavor that I'd pick, be it candles, scented pencils, lip gloss, chewing gum, cake (count mint out of this one). It was only once when I happened to eat a chocolate while I was having a Mint that it dawned on me, WOW, this tastes great!
Seems that someone else also had the same idea and marketed After Eights (another fav).
Who doesnt like Chocolate? Wait, dont tell me, coz that person has to be boring! But then again, Im being judgemental! I know a LOT of people who dont like chocolate and prefer banana instead (and no i dont know any monkeys personally, but some people remind me of a chimp nonetheless)... Its a blessing in disguise and more so, if such persons happen to be in your immediate family, coz you can then have THEIR share of chocolates also (and yeah they can have all the banana gum they like).
My aunt would always bring chocolates from abraod whenever she'd come to visit and I used to love helping her make mixed packets of them, Mars, Bounty, Snickers, Kit Kat were a staple, with some others added time and again.
Once, I caught her having a chocolate in the room, but it wasnt any of the versions mentioned above, it was a Hersheys Kisses. Oh my, she looked at me and reluctantly handed over the last bit. It tasted heavenly. And I was hooked.
unfortunately, at that point in time, this brand was not available in the local markets, so I made do with the local jubilee or bunties or chocochum.
THEN, my father went abroad for some work, several times in a year to Europe and each time, he used to come home with huge bags of Imported Chocolates. He has spent all his cash on chocolates and sweets. Among them was Tobleron (the giant sized one) and Mint Chocolates and Orange Chocolate coins and chocolates shaped like Shells. And flavored chocolates, with marzipan, and nuts and you think of it and it was there. Not the regular kit kats and mars and snickers and bounty, but the really expensive and exclusive stuff.
Our deep freezer was filled to the TOP with large boxes of chocolates. Then my mom said, we have to divide them to the relatives and I said WHAT? I said I'll make the bags, and made them with all the sweets (like those of the Sweet Factory) I could get my hands on, but NOOOOOOOOOOO. MY father told me to take out all the large boxes and I said, no let me open a box and divide the stash inside it.
(I got to keep the Tobler)
My class had a ball as Id bring new varieties of chocos to the class everyday and share them with everyone (We were a class of 15 girls in college, so I didnt mind). What a show off I was!
I developed a taste for the Bitter Sweet version of Tobleron (the black box), so much so that in the month of ramazan, Id have sehri of tobler and Id break my fast with dates and after having all the regular iftari, Id eat a few more chunks of tobler. All ramazan!
I ate all the dark chocos too as others found them too bitter. And I was hooked.
The darker the better.
This happened years ago. A few years ago, I set my eyes on the last black tobler and havent seen any since. I dont like Hershey's Kisses that much now, I'd rather have the Dark Chocolate Nuggets.
THEN came Lindt DArk Chocolate. Bliss!
All was well till my husband started to like that flavor too. The result is that one 100g bar that used to last us about a week, now gets finished in 15 minutes, as we have started to munch on it like it is ordinary candy bar.
You need to savour dark chocolate and much more so with Mint Chocolates. Ah! That reminds me I havent had a Mint Chocolate in some time now... last time being when I had Mint flavored Kit Kat.
(Does Lindt come in Mint chocolate flavor?)
Ever since I can remember, I have liked chocolate and I have loved Mint. For years, it was always this flavor that I'd pick, be it candles, scented pencils, lip gloss, chewing gum, cake (count mint out of this one). It was only once when I happened to eat a chocolate while I was having a Mint that it dawned on me, WOW, this tastes great!
Seems that someone else also had the same idea and marketed After Eights (another fav).
Who doesnt like Chocolate? Wait, dont tell me, coz that person has to be boring! But then again, Im being judgemental! I know a LOT of people who dont like chocolate and prefer banana instead (and no i dont know any monkeys personally, but some people remind me of a chimp nonetheless)... Its a blessing in disguise and more so, if such persons happen to be in your immediate family, coz you can then have THEIR share of chocolates also (and yeah they can have all the banana gum they like).
My aunt would always bring chocolates from abraod whenever she'd come to visit and I used to love helping her make mixed packets of them, Mars, Bounty, Snickers, Kit Kat were a staple, with some others added time and again.
Once, I caught her having a chocolate in the room, but it wasnt any of the versions mentioned above, it was a Hersheys Kisses. Oh my, she looked at me and reluctantly handed over the last bit. It tasted heavenly. And I was hooked.
unfortunately, at that point in time, this brand was not available in the local markets, so I made do with the local jubilee or bunties or chocochum.
THEN, my father went abroad for some work, several times in a year to Europe and each time, he used to come home with huge bags of Imported Chocolates. He has spent all his cash on chocolates and sweets. Among them was Tobleron (the giant sized one) and Mint Chocolates and Orange Chocolate coins and chocolates shaped like Shells. And flavored chocolates, with marzipan, and nuts and you think of it and it was there. Not the regular kit kats and mars and snickers and bounty, but the really expensive and exclusive stuff.
Our deep freezer was filled to the TOP with large boxes of chocolates. Then my mom said, we have to divide them to the relatives and I said WHAT? I said I'll make the bags, and made them with all the sweets (like those of the Sweet Factory) I could get my hands on, but NOOOOOOOOOOO. MY father told me to take out all the large boxes and I said, no let me open a box and divide the stash inside it.
(I got to keep the Tobler)
My class had a ball as Id bring new varieties of chocos to the class everyday and share them with everyone (We were a class of 15 girls in college, so I didnt mind). What a show off I was!
I developed a taste for the Bitter Sweet version of Tobleron (the black box), so much so that in the month of ramazan, Id have sehri of tobler and Id break my fast with dates and after having all the regular iftari, Id eat a few more chunks of tobler. All ramazan!
I ate all the dark chocos too as others found them too bitter. And I was hooked.
The darker the better.
This happened years ago. A few years ago, I set my eyes on the last black tobler and havent seen any since. I dont like Hershey's Kisses that much now, I'd rather have the Dark Chocolate Nuggets.
THEN came Lindt DArk Chocolate. Bliss!
All was well till my husband started to like that flavor too. The result is that one 100g bar that used to last us about a week, now gets finished in 15 minutes, as we have started to munch on it like it is ordinary candy bar.
You need to savour dark chocolate and much more so with Mint Chocolates. Ah! That reminds me I havent had a Mint Chocolate in some time now... last time being when I had Mint flavored Kit Kat.
(Does Lindt come in Mint chocolate flavor?)
Monday, February 05, 2007
Burn baby burn!
Ouch! I burnt my right hand pointer today (and I burnt my left wrist yesterday)
Yeah, yeah, go on and tell me and about being careful with fire, but first read about HOW it happened!
Yesterday, it was the cooking day, so I had a brain wave to cook for two days at the same time, so that I could have more internet time tomorrow (that is today - confused???)
So, I prepared all the veges and stuff for Lemon Chicken (with Asparagus), plain boiled rice and Mince with Pepper (for the meal for the comng day)
Now, meanwhile, my husband and my son were making the poster. Actually, I was supposed to make it (along with my son of coursE) and I spent a long time on the net searching for appropriate pictures to go with the poster (titled My favorite Season), but then because of some critic from my husband, i dared him to make it and he said yes.
The poster would have taken all the while (being unmade) as both my son and my husband forgot to make it, and i knew that id have to do it in the end, so I told my son that he hasnt done anything, and now the teacher will ask him why the poster was not complete. Suddenly everyone rushed to start making it as i let it slip by that the due date is tomorrow (when i thought it was due after 2 days).
While I was preparing things in the kitchen, my husband sat on the computer looking for more pictures on the net and got 2 that he liked. Then he called me to print them out!
(Note: we are both Computer Science Grads, so I need to point this out that he called me to print them out, and called me yet again, when i told him to do it himself)
Hunted for the printer paper, after I told my son and my husband to find them (which they didnt). Printed the thing out and went back to the kitchen.
My daughter was let out of that room as there was MAJOR cutting session going on (cutting out the printer pictures) and my son was writing the stuff for the poster with markers.
Every once a while, he would come and show me what he was writing and it turned out that the writing was going from VERY huge to ttteeeennnyy tiny and jumbled up. He kept asking me is it right now? is it right now? after each letter till I told him to buzz off.
Back to the cooking, three flames on the stove top, ready for three dishes to be cooked. One with boiling water and two with oil.
Lemon chicken required oil and butter, and by the time I buzzed him off to plunk the butter in, the oil was burning and smoking and the butter splattered on my wrist. I had a big red blotch!
Yeeeouch!
Anyways, the show went on, I cooked lemon chicken and rice got a bit overdone, but the Mince and Pepper turned out fine (too bad it is for tomorrow).
Back to the room, the writing was STILL not complete, and now it was in pencil as the marker thing meant he couldnt erase the missed out words. I helped my husband finish the picture cutting and we spread out the poster placing all the things on top of it.
Dinner Time!
We had dinner and I fed my daughter. She loved the chicken and rice. THen sometime while we had cleared the dishes away, we wanted dessert. My son was still eating...
I got a melon and cut it up while we watched an old episode of Full House. Episode watched, melon finished, my son was still eating....
His food finally finished and we sent him off to bed as it was a school night.
My husband said, but the poster is not finished, and i told him he is supposed to give it not tomorrow but the day after tomorrow. I got the LOOK from my husband for that.
Son off to bed, and my husband and I were browsing on the net when i saw my daughter pick up a picture, but by the time I alerted my husband to stop her, she had already torn the picture. Guess who got blamed? Me, why, coz I didnt alert him quickly enough!
My wrist was smarting, and my daughter kept wanting to play with the wrist watch, further irritating the skin there.
Fast Forward to today.
As I wasnt going to cook today, I decided to make some dessert, and decided to try out the Jalaybi.
For those of you who dont know, jalaybi is a sweetmeat, which is made with sometype of dough and then dipped in a sugar syrup. It is shaped like twisted flat ball of thick yarn.
Now, I made it and it turne dout great, and I had extra sugar syrup left over so i said why not make some halwa too. Made halwa, but i didnt know how sweet it was, so I picked up a piece of it from the spoon to eat.
THAT was how i burnt my right pointer tip. The halwa was hot and boiling with sugar syrup.
And with every right - sided keys that I press on the keyboard, I am reminded of that bit of halwa... that burnt my finger tip.
Lesson learnt: 1 - Never put any butter in smoking hot oil.
2 - Dont cook halwa.
3 - Buy a table for working on the projects for my son's school work.
4 - Dont type with a burnt finger
5 - Keep Smiling!
Yeah, yeah, go on and tell me and about being careful with fire, but first read about HOW it happened!
Yesterday, it was the cooking day, so I had a brain wave to cook for two days at the same time, so that I could have more internet time tomorrow (that is today - confused???)
So, I prepared all the veges and stuff for Lemon Chicken (with Asparagus), plain boiled rice and Mince with Pepper (for the meal for the comng day)
Now, meanwhile, my husband and my son were making the poster. Actually, I was supposed to make it (along with my son of coursE) and I spent a long time on the net searching for appropriate pictures to go with the poster (titled My favorite Season), but then because of some critic from my husband, i dared him to make it and he said yes.
The poster would have taken all the while (being unmade) as both my son and my husband forgot to make it, and i knew that id have to do it in the end, so I told my son that he hasnt done anything, and now the teacher will ask him why the poster was not complete. Suddenly everyone rushed to start making it as i let it slip by that the due date is tomorrow (when i thought it was due after 2 days).
While I was preparing things in the kitchen, my husband sat on the computer looking for more pictures on the net and got 2 that he liked. Then he called me to print them out!
(Note: we are both Computer Science Grads, so I need to point this out that he called me to print them out, and called me yet again, when i told him to do it himself)
Hunted for the printer paper, after I told my son and my husband to find them (which they didnt). Printed the thing out and went back to the kitchen.
My daughter was let out of that room as there was MAJOR cutting session going on (cutting out the printer pictures) and my son was writing the stuff for the poster with markers.
Every once a while, he would come and show me what he was writing and it turned out that the writing was going from VERY huge to ttteeeennnyy tiny and jumbled up. He kept asking me is it right now? is it right now? after each letter till I told him to buzz off.
Back to the cooking, three flames on the stove top, ready for three dishes to be cooked. One with boiling water and two with oil.
Lemon chicken required oil and butter, and by the time I buzzed him off to plunk the butter in, the oil was burning and smoking and the butter splattered on my wrist. I had a big red blotch!
Yeeeouch!
Anyways, the show went on, I cooked lemon chicken and rice got a bit overdone, but the Mince and Pepper turned out fine (too bad it is for tomorrow).
Back to the room, the writing was STILL not complete, and now it was in pencil as the marker thing meant he couldnt erase the missed out words. I helped my husband finish the picture cutting and we spread out the poster placing all the things on top of it.
Dinner Time!
We had dinner and I fed my daughter. She loved the chicken and rice. THen sometime while we had cleared the dishes away, we wanted dessert. My son was still eating...
I got a melon and cut it up while we watched an old episode of Full House. Episode watched, melon finished, my son was still eating....
His food finally finished and we sent him off to bed as it was a school night.
My husband said, but the poster is not finished, and i told him he is supposed to give it not tomorrow but the day after tomorrow. I got the LOOK from my husband for that.
Son off to bed, and my husband and I were browsing on the net when i saw my daughter pick up a picture, but by the time I alerted my husband to stop her, she had already torn the picture. Guess who got blamed? Me, why, coz I didnt alert him quickly enough!
My wrist was smarting, and my daughter kept wanting to play with the wrist watch, further irritating the skin there.
Fast Forward to today.
As I wasnt going to cook today, I decided to make some dessert, and decided to try out the Jalaybi.
For those of you who dont know, jalaybi is a sweetmeat, which is made with sometype of dough and then dipped in a sugar syrup. It is shaped like twisted flat ball of thick yarn.
Now, I made it and it turne dout great, and I had extra sugar syrup left over so i said why not make some halwa too. Made halwa, but i didnt know how sweet it was, so I picked up a piece of it from the spoon to eat.
THAT was how i burnt my right pointer tip. The halwa was hot and boiling with sugar syrup.
And with every right - sided keys that I press on the keyboard, I am reminded of that bit of halwa... that burnt my finger tip.
Lesson learnt: 1 - Never put any butter in smoking hot oil.
2 - Dont cook halwa.
3 - Buy a table for working on the projects for my son's school work.
4 - Dont type with a burnt finger
5 - Keep Smiling!
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