before a blogger’s meet…?
1. lose 10 kg
2. trim eyebrows so they can see my eyes/forehead
3. wait a week. so that effects of hair-oil i applied two days ago, finally wear off
4. take along baby param and fb. that way my distracted /harassed appearance might be attributed to motherhood.
(ladies to meet = artnavy and kenny)
this entry i wrote wins third place for a contest organised by the Malaysian government.
I should be thrilled right?
The prize is two air tickets to Malaysia to be collected in a ceremony on March 28. (Plus five star hotel stay for three nights)
And the wedding that I have flown all this way to Chennai (with kids/spouse/ jing bang) is on March 31.
How aaaaaaaargh can life get?
me: howcome firstborn gets another turn just because he didnt strike any coin?
my dad: it’s like a no-ball in cricket. you have to bowl again then. remember? that’s why.
a hairwash at 7 in the evening. a sweet kozhakattai. and a salty one. a cow, a dog and a cat on the same street. the 13th day after a death. a birthday. walking to a shop across the street. drawing a wet kolum in the hall. eating off a banana leaf. gossip. reading the times of india.
104 degrees on firstborn’s forehead. and i have not freaked out. so. this is where i left behind my sanity.
for which we must move heaven and earth to be back home.
(bonus: am going to be on the same continent and same country at about the same time as she is. OMG!)
arty woodsy place- mats (all the better to invite me to dinner, mah dear)
a golden photo frame (all the better to frame a photo of me, mah dear)
a kiddie hardcover for her daughter (all the better to keep the kiddie busy, while i am being served)
have to go where i have never gone before for this one. the courier dept of the post office in malaysia…
i helped a neighbour recently do a musical-themed party (because her daughter’s name meant flute). cake had a peacock feather and a flute…
1. we got the moms to wrap the children in toilet paper and make them look like flutes
2. a little game of musical housie — with names of instruments written on paper cards
3. and such like
when i was pleased at myself no end for persuading my friend out of a non-disney non-princess theme…
my friend in chennai, has a “pirate”/treasure-island themed party for her son
— and she baked the cake at home.
i loved the candles that went on the side…
(last time her husband apparently took the photos a little laaate — there were only crumbs on the scene)
this time he did better:-)
1. can i accept a facebook smile from a person who i do not smile at in real life?
2. me: do you know mamooty?
firstborn: is it a kind of sambar you cook?
who is content to watch Sun TV in our home along with the MMMMim, (ignoring his mum who has promised him half her kingdom and unlimited Disney shows)
P.S. neighbour’s kid knows zero Tamil
P.P.S. this when my own kids were sleeping