I have a beautiful three-year old niece who has delayed-terrible-two-syndrome (yes I came up with that ™. This is a bit of a pickle because the behaviors of two year old's should definitely not be combined with those of three year old's in one body.
She loves singing and the fact that she doesn't really understand most of the words said in the songs she tends to pretty much make up things on her way. The kicker is that when she is making up words she spews out things she hears every now and then and they stick to her mind. For example the colorful language she hears her dad and his friends when their favorite footie team is loosing. This means in between her singing you can very clearly hear the "sh**" or the "cr**" and "WTF". Trying to get her to stop belting out these words is an even bigger challenge because she is kinda defiant. The more you say no the more she wants to see just how far she can get away with doing that thing.
She has also started learning how to read three letter words, she sounds out the letters then she reads the word whole. Those familiar with the Montessori Study technique will know what I'm talking about. However, being the little creative genius that she is, the small number of words she knows are not sufficient to whet her appetite to show just how learned she is so she makes up new words. You can imagine my surprise when one afternoon we were seated outside and she was loudly shouting out letters then words. All of a sudden after the "P-O-T POT" word she went on to shout "P-O-N PON" granted it isn't PORN but it sounds exactly the same. I wonder what the neighbors think of our child-rearing skills now :)
Oh well, every creative genius has a quirk don't they?
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Oh The Fragility Of Jeans!!!
I have this pair of jeans that I really love, its a distressed jean. Just the right shade of blue that I like. What is even more precious about this particular pair is that it actually fits me perfectly. PERFECTLY.
I was blessed with a combination of genetic features from both sides of my parentage so shopping for clothes is usually more of a hustle than anything else. I am relatively small below the waist and on the waist too, however I do have a..... sizable backside. So if I do get a pair of pants that fit me on the waist, it will not fit my bum and if I get one that accommodates my bum it will most definitely be too big round my waist. Cotton conundrums.
These jeans, however, were like a gift from God to tell me there is hope for the future of my pear (or so my mum calls it anyway) shaped body. Anyway back to the jeans, they fit so perfectly I didn't even need to accessorize it with a belt and I could even wear it with small tops and sit down without worrying about whether the people behind me could see the crack of my ass. I could bendova with the best of them, no worries.
I wore these jeans with a fervor that I'm sure made all my other outfits jealous, i wore it to class, to church, to weddings, to clubs.... we had some very good times. Until....one fateful evening I wanted to draw the curtains at home so I was bending my knee in order to get on a chair to reach the curtain top and I heard a RRRIIIIPPP.....it was body numbing for about twenty seconds. My apoplectic shock was palpable to those around. Once I got back my breath, I looked down at it and thought "Hey, I can still work with this. It can be a sort of fashion statement."
And so our love affair continued, me spotting a pair of jeans with a knee rip, hey, it worked out.
As fate would have it, sure enough the other pant leg ripped at the knee, this time however not so bad so I figured I was lucky. It looked really unique to be quite honest. A distressed jean that was not being pretentious, it had seen its bad days but it still looked fabulous kind of like Queen Elizabeth.
Sadly all good,no great things have an end. Soon I noticed my fave was ripping behind, it was slow but it was a sure rip. And right under the butt cheek, Damn!! There was no ignoring this rip. Fashion ended right there and in came the trashy, which I was not going to do.
And like two lifelong friends heading towards different paths of life, I said goodbye to my jeans never knowing if I would ever find one that would replace the space it had left in my life(or rather wardrobe).
I was blessed with a combination of genetic features from both sides of my parentage so shopping for clothes is usually more of a hustle than anything else. I am relatively small below the waist and on the waist too, however I do have a..... sizable backside. So if I do get a pair of pants that fit me on the waist, it will not fit my bum and if I get one that accommodates my bum it will most definitely be too big round my waist. Cotton conundrums.
These jeans, however, were like a gift from God to tell me there is hope for the future of my pear (or so my mum calls it anyway) shaped body. Anyway back to the jeans, they fit so perfectly I didn't even need to accessorize it with a belt and I could even wear it with small tops and sit down without worrying about whether the people behind me could see the crack of my ass. I could bendova with the best of them, no worries.
I wore these jeans with a fervor that I'm sure made all my other outfits jealous, i wore it to class, to church, to weddings, to clubs.... we had some very good times. Until....one fateful evening I wanted to draw the curtains at home so I was bending my knee in order to get on a chair to reach the curtain top and I heard a RRRIIIIPPP.....it was body numbing for about twenty seconds. My apoplectic shock was palpable to those around. Once I got back my breath, I looked down at it and thought "Hey, I can still work with this. It can be a sort of fashion statement."
And so our love affair continued, me spotting a pair of jeans with a knee rip, hey, it worked out.
As fate would have it, sure enough the other pant leg ripped at the knee, this time however not so bad so I figured I was lucky. It looked really unique to be quite honest. A distressed jean that was not being pretentious, it had seen its bad days but it still looked fabulous kind of like Queen Elizabeth.
Sadly all good,no great things have an end. Soon I noticed my fave was ripping behind, it was slow but it was a sure rip. And right under the butt cheek, Damn!! There was no ignoring this rip. Fashion ended right there and in came the trashy, which I was not going to do.
And like two lifelong friends heading towards different paths of life, I said goodbye to my jeans never knowing if I would ever find one that would replace the space it had left in my life(or rather wardrobe).
Monday, June 6, 2011
What's With This Dark Cloud Over My Head?
Today is one of those days when I feel totally inept. Nothing I can think of doing seems to resonate any meaningful substance. I feel like I just am not. Simple as that. I can't bring my mind to focus on one thing and derive the satisfaction of its usefulness.
These are the days when chocolate, ice-cream and girlfriends come in handy. But I've never been that kind of a girl so why start now. I retreat to my quiet corner of the house which is very hard to achieve in these house with two kids under the age of three and an impressionable teenager who want to always be looking over my shoulder at what I do. Anyway back to the topic at hand, so I retreat, (check), arm myself with a novel or a notebook to write and have lots of tea(yes tea) and it has nothing to do with the fact that my ancestors settled in the western region eventually after wandering all the way from Egypt. so lets recap on that Peace + Tea + Novel/Notebook = coming-out-of-this-dark-stupor that is weighing me down. I'm on my fifth cup and trips to empty my bladder notwithstanding I feel pretty good already.
I've recently decided to undertake a momentous project, it astounds me even how I'm gonna trim it to manageable sizes. I tried to make it smaller from the onset but it seemed to lack that certain je ne sais quoi. To top it all off, whenever i type in the info i want on google search, it takes less than two seconds to show me a whole lot of... nothing. So this is me a big girl in a very very big world. I've sent out a few frantic smoke signals to those who can help out lets just hope their hearts turn soft with my piteous (I might be exaggerating just a tad bit) cry for assistance :-)
Oh gods of google, why hast thou forsaken me in my hour of need?
These are the days when chocolate, ice-cream and girlfriends come in handy. But I've never been that kind of a girl so why start now. I retreat to my quiet corner of the house which is very hard to achieve in these house with two kids under the age of three and an impressionable teenager who want to always be looking over my shoulder at what I do. Anyway back to the topic at hand, so I retreat, (check), arm myself with a novel or a notebook to write and have lots of tea(yes tea) and it has nothing to do with the fact that my ancestors settled in the western region eventually after wandering all the way from Egypt. so lets recap on that Peace + Tea + Novel/Notebook = coming-out-of-this-dark-stupor that is weighing me down. I'm on my fifth cup and trips to empty my bladder notwithstanding I feel pretty good already.
I've recently decided to undertake a momentous project, it astounds me even how I'm gonna trim it to manageable sizes. I tried to make it smaller from the onset but it seemed to lack that certain je ne sais quoi. To top it all off, whenever i type in the info i want on google search, it takes less than two seconds to show me a whole lot of... nothing. So this is me a big girl in a very very big world. I've sent out a few frantic smoke signals to those who can help out lets just hope their hearts turn soft with my piteous (I might be exaggerating just a tad bit) cry for assistance :-)
Oh gods of google, why hast thou forsaken me in my hour of need?
Sunday, June 5, 2011
To Do: Sleep For 24 Hours
Well, I know there is a reason why i decided this was something I just had to do. I just can't quite recall.....but either way it stays and I still strive to complete it. I'm not so sure how I will manage it at this point especially considering I live in a house with a 2-month old niece who cries almost all night and a three-year old niece who screams all day. I might have to check into a hotel or something (maybe find some knocker-outers) but that would be cheating....wouldn't it?
The stats are as follows : 23 people (only?) think this is worth doing.
I'm setting up a plan which I think might work, maybe go out and party all night, make sure my body is just begging for God to take me on a chariot of fire, then..... do some more partying till I feel like I did a body bump with an express train then.... maybe I can consider getting into bed after completing my checklist
1. Empty bladder
2. Darken room (i.e. draw curtains)
3. Close door but don't lock in case of emergency
4. wear some comfy sleeping attire
5. Switch off phone (make sure I'm not expecting any important calls)
6. Inform a reliable member of the family to come tiptoeing ever so quietly into the room to check if I am still breathing in intervals of 4 hours
*scoffing* How hard can it be?
Sleep un-deprivation episode coming soon.
The stats are as follows : 23 people (only?) think this is worth doing.
I'm setting up a plan which I think might work, maybe go out and party all night, make sure my body is just begging for God to take me on a chariot of fire, then..... do some more partying till I feel like I did a body bump with an express train then.... maybe I can consider getting into bed after completing my checklist
1. Empty bladder
2. Darken room (i.e. draw curtains)
3. Close door but don't lock in case of emergency
4. wear some comfy sleeping attire
5. Switch off phone (make sure I'm not expecting any important calls)
6. Inform a reliable member of the family to come tiptoeing ever so quietly into the room to check if I am still breathing in intervals of 4 hours
*scoffing* How hard can it be?
Sleep un-deprivation episode coming soon.
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