Archive for November, 2009


My Last Post for the Night

This is what happens when I don’t post for a long time. I go on word vomit mode and can’t STOP posting. Sorry, was that gross? 😛 In that case, here’s something depressing to change your mood…

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…the tough get going!


 

Thanks for the virtual plate of cookies, bintmushtaq 🙂 I figured one can only pity themselves for so long before it’s time to get a move on!


So as I was furiously scrubbing pots (well, not really, it wasn’t pots, it was a pot, and actually, it wasn’t even a pot, it was a baking sheet and I wasn’t furiously scrubbing, more like applying just the right amount of pressure to the sponge in order to clear away its grease stains), Little Sister comes along and interrupts my strenuous dish-washing arm exercises.

“Don’t forget-”

“I know, I know!” I reply hastily.

“What?”

“Little Sister! Don’t talk to me right now!” (I don’t really call her “Little Sister”, just in case you were wondering).

“What?” She demands, quizzing me to see if I really am as smart as I just pretended to be.

“Don’t forget to do my lunch tomorrow. Now stop bothering me and go away!” I mimic her commanding voice to which she laughs at, cursing myself on the inside for falling into yet another of her heinous bribes, the latest of which involved me preparing her school lunches for an entire week (in return for a clean kitchen).

“Woah! Okay, okay. You don’t have to be so rude.” She says, or something along that line of sarcasm. At last, she gets the message and starts to walk away. It’s just then that it strikes me, perhaps to avoid future problems I should make it clear from now.

“Wait, Little Sister. Let me tell you something. There are five situations/circumstances/incidences/whatever have you during which you cannot talk to me…

1) When I am reading,

2) When I am on the computer,

3) When I am listening to someone or something (i.e. when I have my headphones in, or am engaged in conversation with someone who isn’t you – that includes talking on the phone and talking to myself!)

4) When I am in the washroom, and last but definitely not least,

5) When I am washing dishes.” (I actually just added number 3 which I forgot to mention to her at the time).

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” She responds quietly.

Easy as pie. All it took was a short polite talking to, and voila! Now let’s see how long my moments of undisturbed silence will last for.

And if you’re wondering, why number 5? Because all great epiphanies happen while furiously scrubbing pots. Or at least, many of mine do.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear sandwich bags calling my name. Perhaps this is my one chance to instill some healthy habits into that girl…who knows, if I pack the *perfect* lunch, maybe it’ll be my last!

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Oh, so as for the moral of this story…

As Dr. Seuss says, “Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” Maybe I should have just posted that instead.

In for a Bumpy Ride?

It’s not always easy to go with the flow, but the man below proves that when you have no clue what you’re in for, sometimes it’s okay to just sit back and enjoy the ride. Or watch the show. Or relax. Or whatever.