Show me, show you!
10/05/2004
Weirdstuff
We need another Superhero to save the world, preferably Asian.
Survivor All Stars Finale
I ran home to catch the Survivor Finale today, even though the results were out since early afternoon. The last time I checked, 4 unlikely people were left in the game: Rupert, Jenna, Rob M., and Amber. In the end, Jenna turned on Rupert for reasons I just don’t get, and then lost out on immunity by just a bit. And now I’m waiting to see if the Jury picked Rob or Amber. And it really doesn’t matter, because between the both of them, they’re $1.1m richer.
Fitting it all in
The other day when Muji went on sale, I bought a plain glass vase. It’s square, instead of cylindrical, about 15cm high. So today I went to Cold Storage and picked up a bunch of chrysanthemums, $2.50 a bunch and they look like daisies (they don’t smell so great, but if you don’t breathe, everything’s ok!). Well guess what? The vase was too small, so I had to chop the bunch up and dump some of the buds, and separate one of the stalks and stuff it in a bunderberg bottle. I think I’ll try the bunch of 4 fluffy chrysanthemums the next time. I think the vase would be perfect for daffodils and other bulbs, or gerberras. When I get it right, I’ll post a picture, right now it looks like a truck carrying flowers ran into the vase and exploded.
Drool, sweat and sour milk
10/05/2004
Spent my weekend pretty much just babysitting
You’d think that after almost 3 years of it you might get used to it, but the smell of spit, the last feed and sweat on a baby still gets to me. How could something so small smell so vile and fart like the best of us adults? And after the drooling stage comes the “I want to go see the fish/cat/bird/flower/dog/turtle”s, then the incessant “why?”s.
Not to mention the episodes where I don’t get to watch the ending of whatever’s on tv because Barney needs to sing his Rain/Rainbow/Friends/Farm/Peanut Butter/Please-and-Thank-you songs. Over and over again. I used to wake up with a song in my head – a varied playlist with stuff from movies (like Twisted Nerve – the song Daryl Hannah whistled in Kill Bill) and 80’s pop. Now I wake up and realise I hear Barney songs in my head.
The largest Barney the (sickening) Purple Dinosaur fan in the smallest package
But then they give you that look, and you know something’s hardwired in your brain to feel like you’ve to take care of that tiny spitball, so you pick him up, knowing full well he’ll drool all over you and attempt to touch your delicate face with his itty bitty drool-soaked hand. And it’s ok for another 15 minutes or so, then the strain of his weight on your flabby un-worked out arms and having run out of things to do to entertain him get to you and you pass him off to the person next to you who certainly has more heart for it, while you sit around and take photos.
Fortunately KF is infinitely better with the kids.
So to all the mothers out there – I don’t suppose too many will be free enough to read someone else’s idle blog, nonetheless – Happy Mother’s Day, from the bottom of my heart. It sure takes one hellava woman to love, protect and cherish those little squirts. I have nothing but respect for the women who’d knowingly put themselves through all that 24/7 for two decades (sometimes more) and come out fulfilled, and hope that when I grow up I can emote that same devotion.
I don’t think I can go to work tomorrow
I feel sick, I had a light dinner so I when I got back I started snacking – chips, m&ms, mangoes, Pepsi Twist (new double the lemon taste!) and now I feel grossly bloated and pukey. Yeah, it’s a lame excuse, but it’s the best I can muster right now.
