Random Musings

Ok, I decided I would try and post regularly which is to say at least once a week.

I have so much to say and no time to say it.

Just daily stuff, sometimes it would be so funny, sometimes a lesson learned or maybe even to vent.

When I get ready to go to sleep, I will be full of witticisms and ideas or even stuff that I feel I should write about.

In the morning-Nothing!

Finally, I know from my sitemeter that there are people from all over the world visiting my no-post blog. There aren't that many, but they are from Israel, Dubai, Europe, Germany, lots of places in the US where I AM PRETTY SURE I don't know anyone and also (listen to this everyone) AN UNKNOWN COUNTRY!!!

So please, except the one in the unknown country, will everybody else please stop by and say Hello? It would be so much fun to meet you all.

You do not have to agree with anything I say or write or even say that my blog is good (Grrrr! you better). But it would mean so much to me if you stop by on your way to read blogs that have something to talk about other than failed shopping trips.

That is it for today.

Hoping to see you all!

How evil are you?


Hahahaha Seriously??? Because I eat fish and browse with Moxilla Firefox. People, say NO to Internet Explorer and eat fish. The world will be a better place.

7 things about me

HopIQ tagged me with this meme.

I was planning to post 10 things about me as part of posting 10 posts (Yaay!!), but then this meme came along and so here goes 7 things about me.

Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

1) I have a pathological fear of a particular kind of broom - the one which has a really long brown bamboo kind of stick with coconut husk tied with ribbons at the end. I have not seen this in the US but there are lots in India. I call it the “picchi”. Yes, I do sweep my house and no, I am not scared of regular brooms. I still have nightmares about the picchi. Having started off with such a cheerful thing, here is number 2

2) I get bored easily. And it does not have anything to do with what I am doing. I get bored just as easily cleaning the house as traveling in Greece or planning my wedding- all of which has happened.

3) I hardly ever wear makeup or “do” my hair and I hate shopping. I take almost no time to get ready. The first time hubs and I went out, I was ready before him and he later told me that he loved that about me!!! I dislike most things feminine, but

4) I LOVE babies. I always wanted 4 and had their names picked out when I was 11, but I was terrified of getting married EVER which is one major reason I escaped from India-only to come here and meet Mr R.- you cannot escape your kismet.

5) Three years ago I could not peel a potato. Now I bake, and cook almost everything, still if I do not have anyone to cook for (i.e. if hubby is not in town) I do not make anything that takes more than 2 minutes to cook.

6) I find it very difficult to say No- If I say no, you just need to ask me three times and I WILL delete this if we have kids and they get old enough to read my blog and yes

7) I feel comfortable planning long term (though second part of number 6 was a joke), but God is teaching me not to make so many plans. It’s a hard lesson for me, but one I need to learn.

8) I do not have 7 blog friends to tag. I do read a lot of blogs , but I am a lurker and I find now that lurking has its disadvantages. Oh wait I am not supposed to write 8 things- but heck, when did I ever obey rules anyway?

I can't think of a title for this

Hubby reads my blog when I ask him to (i.e. when I have posted) and he informed me that there are lots of errors in my writing. I told him that I have a house to run, him to feed and a full time job as an engineer. I have hardly enough time to write anything, let alone a masterpiece. True to my character, it should border more on some kind of verbal diarrhea if my friends were to believe I wrote it.

Besides

I have a card at my work place saying I am a resident alien which when translated to English means-I am not even supposed to be able to write a full paragraph in English without errors and also that my company is paying me and I am not supposed to be reading blogs much less writing posts even though I work 9 hours a day and I only read during lunch time and I don’t get out of my chair any other time except to go to the very dirty bathroom down the hall and since I do not have a window in my room, I do not even know if it is rain or shine outside the 9 hours I spent here.

Yeah I think I managed to write the last sentence the way I would talk.