- Not to stay at work past 6 pm .....That's right not even if the boss is around. Come on he knows I only stay for show and I am dying to go home. Besides, he's got his own list of things to get upto with that pretty brunette on the third floor!
- To call my friends and family back home more often. I hate calling ppl up I'd rather communicate via e-mail or chat online. but when they do call me all the way from SL it makes me feel so nice and warm inside.That tingling feeling that someone does care enough even if only once in 3 months. So only fair that I make them feel that way too
- Get it into my thick head that you cant change people unless they want to (I am refering to my man course). I used to think that people change with time just like I did. take a simple dish of chicken curry for example; when I was growing up I liked to suck on the drumsticks after that I couldnt do without the liver and gizzard and nowadays no one gets to share my chicken wings.......
- To wipe out the memories of my MIL from my system: Now this is a hard one........maybe someday.....
- Not to raise my voice at my daughter or slap her: She only just copies me....last time I shouted at her that I was gonna slap her she slapped me back on the wrist just so she could have the first go at me....and she only shouts back even louder and believe me her high pitched voice is more annoying than mine
- Do something about my hair: It just never rests on my head like it should. I am certain that my scalp generates static electricity around the clock.I need expert help in that department
- Make sure women who look preggie are actually in the family way before I give up my seat to them in the train,only to be told by them (Once they are seated too mind you!) that they are not so! Why can't they just wear the ''preggie'' badge and stop us from guessing? How on earth are we to figure out if that's flab or a bunch of triplets in there?
Not to wait for the last minute to leave the house each morning. Consequence: Bus comes 10 seconds early , I miss it, end up getting on the school bus packed with roudy school boys who shout and fight all the way to the train station. I end up with a masive headache early morning and eventually end up missing my train to Victoria- Never to get emotionally attached the another guy and just enjoy the ride. They just arent worth it and I only end up feeling sorry for my poor self!
- Get to know my new neighbours more....They all look so alike and so do their kids (mind you they all have big families) I still haven't figures out who lives in which house. It gets more annyoing when the kids ask me if they can take my little one to ''their house'' and go off with her only to realize that I still dont know which one is ''their house''.......Yes I seem to lose my little one ever so often as a result
Monday 21 July 2008
My Top 10 Birthday resolutions
Thursday 17 July 2008
Sweets for my Sweet Sugar for my Gal..........
She is of course the person most dearest to me. The one I'd give my life to.......... I remember very clearly the day she was born oh what a nightmare that whole odeal was........... I started having contractions around 7 pm the day before...by 10pm it was real bad and I was howling like a cow.so hubby dearest decided to call the hospital and explained to them the situation. they wanted to speak to me and when they asked how I was, I told them I was in pain as calmly as possible. Well the way I was brought up you dont show your emotions or pain to anyone but your close friends and relatives.The last time I tried otherwise was when I was 3 or 4 and my parents dumped me at my grandma's place for days, And to this day I have night mares about that dark period of my life ......(I must remember to write about that sometime). Well not so in good old london! This I learnt the hard away unfortunately...... So the nurse on the phone told me to stay in the bath for the rest of the night as I didnt sound like a women who was about to give birth.At about 4 am it was so bad and hubby couldnt stand it any longer and called them up again asking if he could bring me over I think he was trying to get rid of me as he just couldnt stand my howling .And once again I spoke to this nurse and pleaded if I could atleast come there for some pain killers as the pain was by then so unbearable. This time she told me rather rudely''honey you dont sound like a women giving birth any time soon'' No matter how hard I tried to convince her otherwise, she wouldnt let me come in.In the end hubby decded to call an ambulace at about 7 am. Once there,I was examined by a doctor who to everyones amazement said that baby is ready to pop out any moment and all that was missing was my urge to push and so boy did I push! and my little angel was born two hours later.
I still remember the first night I spent with her in the hospital she was so perfect and beautiful I hadnt had a wink of sleep the night before yet I couldnt let my self fall asleep with such a beautiful creature beside me. I remember thinking to my self ,do people actually trust me around her and believe that I could actually look after her and bring her up in this world?
Everyday when I come home from a hard days work the moment I ring the doorbell she'd come dowstairs in a flash and put her tiny hand through the opening for the post and yell'ammi' in soprano forte.I'd grab her hand in an instant and tickle her palm which always makes her giggle with glee.I'd probably always cherish those moements till the day I die.
Yes MIL dearest was with me from the time of her birth and to my utter annoyance she got to hold her in her arms even before I or hubby did! Oh yes she did and boy did she give me a hard time from then on. She would rant on that I was not feeding her or cleaning her properly etc etc Now MIL is a nurse and my FIL is a doctor so sometimes I'd see lengthy medical reports (e-mails) that she sends to him breifing the good doctor about how '' the patients hygiene and food intake is poor'' this just drove me crazy.Especially since it was utter nonsense. My daughter was born 7.5 pounds and has always maintained an above average weight and height according to her medical reports. It's amazing how I didnt suffer post natal depression or something like that with MIL around (oh then again maybe I did) hmm!
MIL comes 2-3 times a year to london to work here and stays with us during that time in her house which we were renting from her at the time.Nurses here are lavished with goodies each time a patient recovers (or maybe even when they die from the happy relatives!) and when she was around there was always a constant flow of chocolates, sweets you name it!
My daugther like all other kids her age loves sweets. I have no objections to her eating them after meals. But I cant stand it when MIL feeds them to her around the clock. Especially when I'd just managed to brush her teeth with great difficulty.Anyone with a child that age would know how difficuly it is to brush their teeth in fact it is the most daunting task next to trying to feed them I guess....
And what does MIL do, she comes waltzing in after her night shift with her bag of goodies and hands them over to her like mrs Clause, first thing in the morning even when she hasnt yet had her breakfast or sometimes just after I'd struggled to brush her pearly whites.I'd always try to calmly explain to her my dissapproval on this but would she listen? oh no! Once she just dumped them in her mouth in the middle of me expressing my concerns, which just drove me crazy . She'd even gone as far as to say that they are actually good for kids since its milk and butter.Now I've heard that kids need five a day fruits and vege's but never have I heard the mention of chocolates in that same sentence..Ok Let's say they are actually healthy but what about the side effects of bad teeth,poor appetite and high sugar intake? and still shouldnt she atleast try to respect my desires after all arent I her mother and shouldnt I have a say in what goes down her throat? In these instances I would just rush out of the house and help myself to some retail therapy.
The last time she was around my little one didnt have her dinner the whole week and I can make a pretty good guess why that is! It became so bad in the end, one morning as she came home with her goody bag and my little one as usual screamed for her morning doze of chocolates as she entered the house (yes she was so hooked on them by then) , I just lost it and screamed in frustration ( at my daughter mind you!) that she couldnt have any chocolates till she had her lunch. Well I thought if I can't make a 60 year old listen to me after so much of pleading maybe I'd have bette luck with my three year old. Unfortunately (or fortunately) MIL took offence at my sudden outburst and has not spoken to me a word since then....except to send me hate mail when ever she's in a foul mood making bogus accusations abou me to everyone who'd care to listen. I tell you she has the wildest imagination ever. I can't tell you it doesnt affect me as I still have nightmares about her at times. Please try to restrain yourselves from laughing at me...my last nightmare was of her running around the house after me with a knife and a notepad to which I woke up in a prety bad sweat! I repeated my nightmare to a friend the next day and he thinks the notepad represents divorce papers. Yes I think I am getting slightly paranoid! It's amazing how someone living 5000miles away in sunny sri lanka can still influence my life like this.I guess I have to learn to live with it huh?
I still remember the first night I spent with her in the hospital she was so perfect and beautiful I hadnt had a wink of sleep the night before yet I couldnt let my self fall asleep with such a beautiful creature beside me. I remember thinking to my self ,do people actually trust me around her and believe that I could actually look after her and bring her up in this world?
Everyday when I come home from a hard days work the moment I ring the doorbell she'd come dowstairs in a flash and put her tiny hand through the opening for the post and yell'ammi' in soprano forte.I'd grab her hand in an instant and tickle her palm which always makes her giggle with glee.I'd probably always cherish those moements till the day I die.
Yes MIL dearest was with me from the time of her birth and to my utter annoyance she got to hold her in her arms even before I or hubby did! Oh yes she did and boy did she give me a hard time from then on. She would rant on that I was not feeding her or cleaning her properly etc etc Now MIL is a nurse and my FIL is a doctor so sometimes I'd see lengthy medical reports (e-mails) that she sends to him breifing the good doctor about how '' the patients hygiene and food intake is poor'' this just drove me crazy.Especially since it was utter nonsense. My daughter was born 7.5 pounds and has always maintained an above average weight and height according to her medical reports. It's amazing how I didnt suffer post natal depression or something like that with MIL around (oh then again maybe I did) hmm!
MIL comes 2-3 times a year to london to work here and stays with us during that time in her house which we were renting from her at the time.Nurses here are lavished with goodies each time a patient recovers (or maybe even when they die from the happy relatives!) and when she was around there was always a constant flow of chocolates, sweets you name it!
My daugther like all other kids her age loves sweets. I have no objections to her eating them after meals. But I cant stand it when MIL feeds them to her around the clock. Especially when I'd just managed to brush her teeth with great difficulty.Anyone with a child that age would know how difficuly it is to brush their teeth in fact it is the most daunting task next to trying to feed them I guess....
And what does MIL do, she comes waltzing in after her night shift with her bag of goodies and hands them over to her like mrs Clause, first thing in the morning even when she hasnt yet had her breakfast or sometimes just after I'd struggled to brush her pearly whites.I'd always try to calmly explain to her my dissapproval on this but would she listen? oh no! Once she just dumped them in her mouth in the middle of me expressing my concerns, which just drove me crazy . She'd even gone as far as to say that they are actually good for kids since its milk and butter.Now I've heard that kids need five a day fruits and vege's but never have I heard the mention of chocolates in that same sentence..Ok Let's say they are actually healthy but what about the side effects of bad teeth,poor appetite and high sugar intake? and still shouldnt she atleast try to respect my desires after all arent I her mother and shouldnt I have a say in what goes down her throat? In these instances I would just rush out of the house and help myself to some retail therapy.
The last time she was around my little one didnt have her dinner the whole week and I can make a pretty good guess why that is! It became so bad in the end, one morning as she came home with her goody bag and my little one as usual screamed for her morning doze of chocolates as she entered the house (yes she was so hooked on them by then) , I just lost it and screamed in frustration ( at my daughter mind you!) that she couldnt have any chocolates till she had her lunch. Well I thought if I can't make a 60 year old listen to me after so much of pleading maybe I'd have bette luck with my three year old. Unfortunately (or fortunately) MIL took offence at my sudden outburst and has not spoken to me a word since then....except to send me hate mail when ever she's in a foul mood making bogus accusations abou me to everyone who'd care to listen. I tell you she has the wildest imagination ever. I can't tell you it doesnt affect me as I still have nightmares about her at times. Please try to restrain yourselves from laughing at me...my last nightmare was of her running around the house after me with a knife and a notepad to which I woke up in a prety bad sweat! I repeated my nightmare to a friend the next day and he thinks the notepad represents divorce papers. Yes I think I am getting slightly paranoid! It's amazing how someone living 5000miles away in sunny sri lanka can still influence my life like this.I guess I have to learn to live with it huh?
Friday 11 July 2008
Men!
Why cant men keep secrets? After all, women are the ones getting blamed for all the gossip around the office/class you name it. But my experience has shown me time and time again men cannot be trusted to keep a secret one bit! You tell a guy something personal followed by ''please dont tell anyone''..........and he can't wait to tell all his friends.....and what's the excuse he gives when he is caught at it? of course.........what other than ''I was too drunk I dont even remember saying it'' and here's another thing I don't get, they act so sweet and caring around you but hang around them when their friends come over and they turn into these wiered loud and boisterous creatures no respect for women folk..what's with that? You'd think they all have multiple personallity disorder....
For example,There's this guy who works right next to me in office. Nice guy ,very manly, smart and a very high IQ level. I can tell the second he starts up a conversation with a girl/women on the phone. his voice changes automatically to a softer,smoother,ligering tone-If I didnt know any better I'd think he flirts with all the women he talks to on the phone.........What's up with that too I ask? Once I did confront him and told him and told him I can always tell the minute he is on the phone to a girl -his reply was that women in general speak very softly and it just rubs in on him,hmph!
And when it comes to my own man.............why dont mothers train them to pick up their clothes when they are kids?. My man's got this habit-what ever comes off his back stays right there on the ground. I could kick it, use it to scrub the floor till I can see my face on it yet he wouldnt pick it up until I nag him to! It's the same with his socks as soon as they come off they are tossed on to the bed rather than the laundry basket (which I swear is much closer than the bed!)I spoke to one of my friends about this recently and she confirms her man's just the same. Why arent men programmed to clean up after themselves? Why do us women have to put up with all this? why are we brought up to believe as kids that we are the ones reponsible for the cleaning,cooking,washing,looking after the kids etc-Have you ever seen a little boy play cups and saucers or dress up dolls (kids)? Maybe that's the problem here..........
For example,There's this guy who works right next to me in office. Nice guy ,very manly, smart and a very high IQ level. I can tell the second he starts up a conversation with a girl/women on the phone. his voice changes automatically to a softer,smoother,ligering tone-If I didnt know any better I'd think he flirts with all the women he talks to on the phone.........What's up with that too I ask? Once I did confront him and told him and told him I can always tell the minute he is on the phone to a girl -his reply was that women in general speak very softly and it just rubs in on him,hmph!
And when it comes to my own man.............why dont mothers train them to pick up their clothes when they are kids?. My man's got this habit-what ever comes off his back stays right there on the ground. I could kick it, use it to scrub the floor till I can see my face on it yet he wouldnt pick it up until I nag him to! It's the same with his socks as soon as they come off they are tossed on to the bed rather than the laundry basket (which I swear is much closer than the bed!)I spoke to one of my friends about this recently and she confirms her man's just the same. Why arent men programmed to clean up after themselves? Why do us women have to put up with all this? why are we brought up to believe as kids that we are the ones reponsible for the cleaning,cooking,washing,looking after the kids etc-Have you ever seen a little boy play cups and saucers or dress up dolls (kids)? Maybe that's the problem here..........
Tuesday 8 July 2008
my mother in law from hell!
Ok I am quite new to this and pondering on what I should write about. Well why not slander the one person whose brought so much misery to my life in the last few weeks? Here's a guess
I am legally married (still!) and 5 years on too.....no I am not going to write about my marriage woes .....better.........I am going to let it all out about my Mother in law from hell. You wonder why I pick her.well I am getting tired of complaining about her to all my friends ....I personally think they are too. and to tell you the truth all my friends are obedient,innocent daughter in laws and when I talk to them most of them only come up with ''oh she is your husbands mother please try to make and effort'' and frankly I am tired of hearing this all the time its like me against the whole world!
Well to begin with My MIL has the most angelic face you could ever imagine big beautiful eyes thick eyebrows thick straight jet black hair (I mean even before she started dyeing it)and what's worse, my daughter's got the exact same features (I think god was having a bit of fun at my expense when he created my little one). No that's not why I hate her so much; of course my looks are nothing compared to her but I would like to believe my features arent half as bad (Ok lets not go there today....)
Things got so worse the last few weeks my own parents have now branded her as'' the dowry hunter'' yes It's all about my dowry!! here I am married for five years with the most adorable daughter, making a living for my self (and yes I do earn double what my hubby earns!) so I dont see why she needs to bring up this issue now of all times!! You see, ours was a proposed marriage, ofcourse I had worked with my hubby at one point before we got married but it's still a proposal and being typical sri lankan parents my Ammi dearest had informed the would be in laws about what I would ''inherit'' from them one day. Just two weeks ago MIL sends me an e-mail giving me details of what my parents had promised informing me that traditionally they should have been handed over to her and FIL which made me turn a funny colour! I have never ever felt such hatred towards anyone in my life before and I find it rather hard do deal with this new emotion. I know that parents do give dowries to the new husbands but to the MIL? What the hell for? Is she going to invest my inheritence and give me some sort of return (with capital too,I would like to think so ) one day? I still dont get that concept.........I havent still replied to her e-mail but my mother did! but she is not the type that vents out her frustrations and it was a rather explanatory e-mail believe me I could have done better. I would have been more to the point. I am still pondering on whether I should reply to her and give her my piece of mind but then again I think , will it accomoplish anything? The funny thing is my hubby couldnt care less about my dowry.......but then he chooses to turn a blind eye at all this and refuses to discuss anything to do with his mother (Well I cant blame him for that can I?) Well anyway she is coming here (London) next month with FIL and I'd really like to avoid her like the plague but can I?I know she would want to see her grand daughter and I dont want to get blamed for keeping her way from MIL now would I? why does life have to be so complicated!
I am legally married (still!) and 5 years on too.....no I am not going to write about my marriage woes .....better.........I am going to let it all out about my Mother in law from hell. You wonder why I pick her.well I am getting tired of complaining about her to all my friends ....I personally think they are too. and to tell you the truth all my friends are obedient,innocent daughter in laws and when I talk to them most of them only come up with ''oh she is your husbands mother please try to make and effort'' and frankly I am tired of hearing this all the time its like me against the whole world!
Well to begin with My MIL has the most angelic face you could ever imagine big beautiful eyes thick eyebrows thick straight jet black hair (I mean even before she started dyeing it)and what's worse, my daughter's got the exact same features (I think god was having a bit of fun at my expense when he created my little one). No that's not why I hate her so much; of course my looks are nothing compared to her but I would like to believe my features arent half as bad (Ok lets not go there today....)
Things got so worse the last few weeks my own parents have now branded her as'' the dowry hunter'' yes It's all about my dowry!! here I am married for five years with the most adorable daughter, making a living for my self (and yes I do earn double what my hubby earns!) so I dont see why she needs to bring up this issue now of all times!! You see, ours was a proposed marriage, ofcourse I had worked with my hubby at one point before we got married but it's still a proposal and being typical sri lankan parents my Ammi dearest had informed the would be in laws about what I would ''inherit'' from them one day. Just two weeks ago MIL sends me an e-mail giving me details of what my parents had promised informing me that traditionally they should have been handed over to her and FIL which made me turn a funny colour! I have never ever felt such hatred towards anyone in my life before and I find it rather hard do deal with this new emotion. I know that parents do give dowries to the new husbands but to the MIL? What the hell for? Is she going to invest my inheritence and give me some sort of return (with capital too,I would like to think so ) one day? I still dont get that concept.........I havent still replied to her e-mail but my mother did! but she is not the type that vents out her frustrations and it was a rather explanatory e-mail believe me I could have done better. I would have been more to the point. I am still pondering on whether I should reply to her and give her my piece of mind but then again I think , will it accomoplish anything? The funny thing is my hubby couldnt care less about my dowry.......but then he chooses to turn a blind eye at all this and refuses to discuss anything to do with his mother (Well I cant blame him for that can I?) Well anyway she is coming here (London) next month with FIL and I'd really like to avoid her like the plague but can I?I know she would want to see her grand daughter and I dont want to get blamed for keeping her way from MIL now would I? why does life have to be so complicated!
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