Learning to exhale.....

OMG!!!! Margaret Queen comforter at Pottery Barn originally $200 marked down to $18.99. yeah baby!

Any dream readers out there?

This goes out to all my readers. Well….. actually just the four of you… but that sure sounded good! 

So… I have been having this recurring dream, where I have a very important test and I am not at all prepared for it. Either that or I have completely forgotten about the exam. And I get to the class and I am all sweaty and freaked out. This dream has been tormenting me since my college days. Well… those days are long gone, so why don’t the dreams just stop. Yeah….yeah… I know that life is a test blah…blah. But I am leading a pretty non-complicated life, so what is it that I am not prepared for? Also sometimes there is a snake who keeps crawling over my feet…. shudder! Hmmmm….. maybe the snake is my husband coz that’s what his friends used to call him in college. But I don’t think he is a snake…… or maybe I do & that’s what I am not prepared for! Damn….. I feel brain dead. If anyone has any sensible explanation, please… don’t be shy.

Also, on a completely unrelated topic, I ripped my favourite pair of jeans. It took 5 years in the making but I finally did it. And no I did not buy them from some half priced store in the ghetto, just in case you were thinking that. When Tanay saw the tear, he seemed genuinely upset that his mother was wearing torn clothes. Here’s the conversation that followed:

T: Why does your pant have a boo-boo?

Me: It was old and it tore and now I have to get a new one.

T (to Shubham): Papa, you have money… right?

S ( a lil scared): Ummmm…. yeah… kinda…. how much do you need? 

T: $2 (that’s his spending limit at the toy shop)

S: oh..sure, I could give you that. 

Me: No… that’s not gonna work…. how about a couple of zeros after that! 

Shubham singing Lucky Lips in his sinister voice… Kill me… Kill me… NOW!

Gym Sounds.

This morning I found myself driving towards the gym for the second day in a row. This in itself is quite an achievement especially since neither of my friends were going to be there. So I made sure that I had my ipod and headphones with me and headed towards the treadmill. I look around and see half a dozen elderly and obese people sweating it out. Great! no pressure! No young, hot girl with the perfect body mocking me. The TV is showing Live with Regis & Kelly and Daniel from Ugly Betty is talking about Thursday’s show. Next up is Rachel Ray. I have never actually seen any of her shows. I am just not that interested in her cooking. Today, she was making some potatoes mashed with three kinds of cheeses. Although my eyes were watching her, my mind & ears were busy listening to Johnny Gaddar. I remembered an incident with a friend who was asked to lower his ipod volume by the person sitting next to him in a train. To avoid any unpleasant confrontations, I made sure that the volume was not too loud. Suddenly I start hearing some oohs & aahs from my neighbour. Soon they progressed to moans and some other very uncomfortable sounds. Apparently she was getting turned on by the potatoes. Or maybe it were the three cheeses. I was most certainly not impressed. Needless to say, I hit the cool down button and scampered off. Well, we all know what the lady is having for dinner tonight;-)

At the gym trying to undo the damage done by the consumption of a few dozen aalu parathas.

BREAKING NEWS!!

After watching the trailer of Steve Carell’s “Get Smart”, my super talented husband has decided to spend the day pretending to be a CIA agent. Not only that, he has realised that he is not even close to Carell when it comes to being funny. So he is aiming at a funny CIA agent. 

May God give me the strength to look past his flaws and a heightened sense of humor to laugh at his lame jokes. Thankfully we are heading out to Maasi’s place soon. I won’t be the only tortured soul.  

I had an “eureka” moment in the fitting room at Macy’s. I am never buying a full length mirror for my closet. Ignorance is bliss.

Fabulous jeans on sale at Macy’s for $10. Ofcourse, I cannot find a single one that does not make me look a stuffed eggplant!

Will Power? duh…. what’s that?

It’s been sometime since I hauled my ass to the gym. 2 weeks to be exact. Also I have been pigging out all this time on some very interesting desi goodies, which has not been helping me in any way. So this morning, I gave myself a thorough lashing and swore that I would make up (or atleast try) for the lost days. I dropped T to school and bumped into my friend (A), who btw was looking so hot in her red tee, capris and her husband’s shady house slippers. I have to give her credit for that…… if anyone can carry off that look, she can. You go girl! 

A: I have to go to the mall. Why don’t you come along? we’ll have fun!

Me: Yaar…. I need to go to the gym…… besides I really don’t need to buy anything.

A: Let’s go home first…. have breakfast and then head out.

Me: Didn’t you hear me?! …. um… also… Shubham has cut me off.

Me: Ok…let’s go. One more day of not going to the gym won’t harm me and Shubham… well… he will deal with it.

Well… you see… she hadn’t been to the mall in a few days and was suffering from some separation anxiety. C’mon, we all do and besides what kind of a friend would I be if I did not help her out through this difficult time?! ( As you would have noticed, I do not need much convincing).

I promise I will go to the gym tomorrow. No… wait… I can’t. I have to go to Maasi’s place for the weekend. Her house is at the top of a steep hill. Maybe I will go jogging with my cousin. Or maybe we will just lounge around eating aalu parathas with Amul butter, watch old Hindi movies and call it a day.

There’s always Monday…….