Archive for July 9th, 2010

The Prophecy!!

Got this in the mail this evening 😀 !!


A father put his three year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying:
“God bless Mommy,
God bless Daddy,
God bless Grandma
and good-bye Grandpa.”
The father asked, “Why did you say good-bye grandpa?”
The little girl said, “I don’t know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do.”
The next day grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence.

A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers which went like this:
“God bless Mommy,
God Bless Daddy
and good-bye Grandma.”
The next day the grandmother died. Oh my gosh, thought the father, this kid is in contact with the other side.

Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say:
“God bless Mommy
and good-bye Daddy.”
He practically went into shock. He couldn’t sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.

He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.
Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.
When he got home his wife said “I’ve never seen you work so late, what’s the matter?”

He said “I don’t want to talk about it, I’ve just spent the worst day of my life.”

She said “You think you had a bad day, you’ll never believe what happened to me.

This morning the milkman dropped dead on our porch!!”

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What can I say….?


………when the twins insist on climbing the drying rack and then find themselves trapped under the heavy stand and the clothes on it. When you rescue them,check for bruises  and set the stand upright, they insist on climbing it once again 🙄


……..when my daughter insists on applying moisturizing lotion to any and every available patch of skin. Be it hers, or her mother’s , or father’s or dadi’s, or big-dadi’s …or whoever!!


……..when my son insists on playing with the most raggedy doll of the toy collection instead of  playing with the cricket bat or speed cars we get him 😐 .


……..when my daughter throws away her dolls and chases the cars!!


……..when they insist on feeding their mother their meals instead of having it themselves.


………when they take turns wearing a sari (actually, my dupatta wrapped around their waists) and preening in front of the mirror (yeah, SS included!)


………when they go to the neighbour’s house to play and refuse to come back home!!


……….when they both like kissing each other, but despise getting kissed by each other 🙄 .


……….when they both hate getting out of their wet nappies or diapers 😛


……….when they either howl their hearts out when I leave for office, or gleefully bang the door shut in my face!!

………..it’s a tough life out there for poor mamma!!


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