Home alone

Being alone at home with the kids questioning me whether i was not scared was enough to put a brave face. Inside I was really worried was thinking of different ways a thief could break into the place along with jack and the beanstalk or jack the ripper. So i did what was the next best solution went to bed at eight. Could not sleep so kept reading some chicklit. At ten pm I hear crackers. No this was not the fireworks courtesy of SL govt but actually someone was bursting crackers, rockets and those chakra things (which go around and around lighting up). It was obviously the neighbour who had decided to celebrate the festival of lights a day late.
The fireworks were continuing for about half an hour to forty five minutes and I had lost sleep. In the midst of it heard the door bell ringing non stop with a loud shout to come out. There were no words to describe how scared I was. So went out to see a angry looking cop demanding why on earth Was I bursting crackers. By this time the neighbour was out and explaining that it was indeed them and blah blah.

By this time the sleep was all lost and went back inside to have the power go off. It was one miserable and frightful night with me questioning for the millionth time is it really worth staying in this place?

Home Alone part 1

Deepavali brings the good fortune of having all the maids packing up and leaving the town of colombo. Dh was also out on business. So there I was home alone on tuesday night. With all my big talk was very nervous so called up my brother (who obviously was not going to come and stay with me)

Me; Well i will ask mom then

B: Not a good idea she is going to complain that your house is unclean

Me : My house is so damn clean although no maid i clean it myself u can eat of the floor(ok i dont genearlly eat of the floor anyways)

B : (looks confused) u mean your dressing room is clean !!!

ok dropped mum coming and staying with me at that point. Everything is clean except that area where the clothes are like nevermind. So decided to face it alone.

The play

I took D to watch “The Sound of Music” play. It was superb, the singing the acting the whole works was really very good. Although it was three hours long and D kept fidgeting a bit we did enjoy ourselves so much. I mean how can they make that long movie into a shorter play. The actors and actresses the big ones and kids all were excellent.

Its playing at the Lionel wendt this whole week. There are different casts each day. I am sure all are as good as each other. Its been ages since I watched the movie and going to do that this week….

Here I go again…

For all the guys who hated it. I loved the movie. Its girlie, chick lit stuff and soppy, but ohh I recovered from my illness just by laughing and enjoying all the old songs. The theatre was full of girls women all ages (ok ok not much girls lot of aunties). While collecting the tickets bunch of aunties were very excited to get their Etickets for the first time. They were going on and on about how posh it was.

DH was cringing since I dragged him to watch it with me. But with me singing along and jumping up and down the broken seat he had to laugh. By the way the seats in the cinema are torn with sharp objects poking out and if u are lucky u can get away without getting scratched by rusted metal.

Thank god I did not take the kids since this is PG 13 and well its not for the small ones but there were loads of kids.

Met up with some mums from school and while chatting one of them goes on about her dot dot dot life (for the ones who did not watch the movie that stands for sex). It was hilarious listening to her story, but nope I am not going to post it here.

Now I have all the songs running in my head and can’t help but keep humming the tunes

Housebound!

Thats where I have been the past ten odd days, due to severe flu and some other neck related stuff which we wont go into gorry details. It was quite a mayhem in there. Have never been ill in my whole life and was almost seeing the light. For a moment i wanted everything to end for me because the pain and fever was so bad. Was busily dreaming of my gala funeral (yes i do get a bit mentally ill at times). While the family had assembled and had arguements about whether to fly me to india or finish me off here. There in my bad condition i was dragged to three docs who gave many verdicts. what pissed me off was the guy i wanted to really see refused to see me on the ground that he sees only this number of patients. But anyways we did manage to barge in and see him. I am just going to recover slowly but steadily.

The good thing in all this is i have lost five kgs woooohooo woohoo and turned into a babe but a bit pale ( sometimes thats the in thing to look all pale and worn out well angie does look a bit pale and thin thats angelina jolie). I lived without my mobile well not talking on my mobile for about seven days. It was an experience by itself, i mean i had numerous missed calls. Auntis decided i was pregnant and ashamed since i have reached the old age of 32 with a nine year old daughter toooo and who gets preggy at that far lost age or some crap and thats why i was housebound. A good meaning friend called me to ask if i was lying low and getting a lipo. Well now she is not going to believe me when i walk into school with my sudden weight loss.

As of now i cant stand the sight of food, chocolates or anything except orange barley..... no mrs g s mirangue would not tempt me. This is all a good sign since i am going to incorporate that into my new healthy life or whatever the hell....

1/2 sale at CC

The word sale in bright red, how it beckons me like a light at the end of a tunnel. Best friend calls me up and usual chit chat and mentions that Cotton collection has a 1/2 sale. Was on my way to temple and i turned the car towards the sale (I did pray in the morning). Jumped off and raced into the shop. Half of colombo was in there grabbing clothes by the dozen.

As i walked in could feel the musty parana smell. Obviously old stuff, is that not the point you turn and leave. No i pushed shoved my way in and there i was with all these clothes. As usual the connection to the brain cells goes a bit slow when i see clothes. I grabbed quite a bit and was wondering why the hell were women standing and trying them on in the middle of the shop. Why could they not go into the dressing room. There i was with a arm full of clothes and trying to go into dressing room, there was no dressing room. They had been kind enough to lock everything up so we can try on like the house of fashion way.

Now i was in a dilemma do i do this but there were some guys who had accompanied girls and some of them were checking out not their girls but the others. While contemplating what to do i felt a stare, looked up to see a man staring at me then boru accent and "dont i know u". The girls arround me a few of them, although busy grabbing clothes like they were going to shut down all clothes shop, stopped to watch. I was silent for a minute trying to remember. Since these days the brain cells are a bit slow to register i cant remember a face. Racked my brain nope. no signal there. the silence between me and the man and the girls was deathly. Just smiled and mumbled and walked off thats what i did.

I did not try any clothes in fear of dont laugh but what if someone takes pics. ok all were trying it on top of what they were wearing but anyways.

Have i told how much i love clothes. Anyways ran home and locked myself in the room to try on the beauties. D was quite suspicous and started knocking on the door as if the wicked witch had come home. Had to let her in, give her what i got her. Everything fit like a glove. so excited and what a deal. Obviously will have to store it away and wear the stuff after there months since all will be walking around in half sale cc clothes........

Today is the last day for CC sale.

Three more months………

Christmas in three more months, another year another set of resolutions. So there after all the power yoga, gyming, aerobics and eating healthy (all this in my imaginary world I was at last a staggering size eight). After absolutely doing nothing and eating away I decided its time to lose that last six kgs (hemm did I not say five kgs last year this time).

Saturday evening I started exercising. Went for a jog which left me panting for more (Not). So damn tired had to get back within twenty minutes. There I was in my newly exercised feeling and so tired. Where is the glow (with all the blood rushing to my face) I looked not healthily glowing but sickeningly wheezing.

I fell asleep, I mean all this serious shock the body has been through has put it into serious damage mode. Woke up with a start and wandered downstairs and ate a Twix bar……..Great since all the jogging with eating chocolate gives me a Fat chance of getting my goals. (It’s so ironic the fat word comes again)

These days when I go anywhere I seem to see that all women are extremely thin. Ok not all at least the majority of them. It must be the obsession of all this I am hallucinating sometimes. The other day while at hospital had a brain wave and asked H if I could spend my savings to have liposuction. Durdans had a poster up about some new high tech liposuction blah blah.. Obviously he was so encouraging about it. I got scolded nicely for even thinking about such mad ideas. …..He was nice enough to buy me a walnut brownie to cheer me up…..