My mom is freaking insane. She has developed this delusional notion that my dad and I like water chestnut drinks. Which is fine, because they taste okay. But under the half-baked idea that we are madly in love with that drink, she buys it for us in bulk. Like a carton of it every week. So just now, when I was marketing with her, I suggested that maybe it’s time we moved on to a new drink, not that water chestnut isn’t great, but it’s too much of the same thing. She seemed to understand what I was talking about, and then, with my back turned, she goes and buys a box of grass jelly drink. It’s sweet when you think about it, but it’s actually worrying, when you really think about it.
Posting is positively tiring, my friends. Which is why I’ve been putting it off the last month. Every time I feel the mild inclination to blog, a voice from the tiny guy who works in a dark, understaffed cubby hole in my mind says “I’m sure noone wants to hear about your complaints about the weather, how much you miss doing laundry or how great it feels to wear shorts again.” But I’m feeling ebullient today, hence the posting. Ebullient. It’s a fun word. Reminds me of pudding. I’m hungry.
I love how uncharacterically clean my room here is. When I was by myself, my room was so messy, that it actually crossed my mind, that sooner or later, I may be the cause of the earth spinning off its axis. It was like living in squalor, only worse. And I had this irrational fear that my neighbours are secretly undercover reporters, who are looking in through the crack in the curtains. Maybe I should have wondered about their impeccable suits and the hidden cameras in their leather briefcases earlier. Then, one day, the doorbell rings. And the authorities come to take me away because of endangering the earth. Along with some girls from secondary school , who wanted to see what a dirty loser I had become. Anyway.
Grace is now demanding cartoons that are “yellow”. Like the Simpsons or Spongebob. “I want yellow,” she tells me. All the time. I enjoy cartoons as much as the next person, but how about letting me watch something in another colour for once. Are you imagining me sitting on the couch with the baby, with a can of grass jelly and watching the Simpsons, with the colour of yellow burned into my eyes? Because that’s the way it is. But I digress. The kid wants the yellow, and it involves unrelenting repetition of the aforementioned phrase till her voice is burned into my ears. But it’s gotten better lately, mostly because I will yell LALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU LAAA when she asks. That’s right, I know what I’m doing.
But seriously. My Grandpa had an operation in Johor last week. It was only for his cataract, but it was a few days after his birthday (he’s 88). The horrid part was when my dad told me it would probably be his last birthday. I don’t know why he had to say that. I don’t know why I’m saying this.
Anyhoo, I just thought I would share it. It had to come out. And now that it’s here, I feel a little better. In conclusion, I'm now off to watch Pushing Daisies (it's splendiferous!) So: Happy Week Before Christmas! Do you get the urge to shop for school supplies right around this time too?
