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2008-07-01T07:51:00.000-07:00

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saddo

2008-07-01T07:48:00.000-07:00

i miss my old blog. so i am going back.

refund run.

2008-06-26T04:53:00.000-07:00

that's what i call the rare trips to leeds city centre when i have to return an item, in this case some shiny gold heels which must have been designed for a tiny size 5, not a normal size 5, and no way would they survive a wedding in bradford. what this means is if i must venture into leeds city centre i might as well go to the posh sweet shop in thornton arcade while i'm at it. any requests?

it all began with a teeny tiny....

2008-06-25T05:30:00.000-07:00

...nit. that's right. the family in law have given the boy nits. before the boy arrived i spent most of my time in either sister's house, or in my room. i learned very quickly that the sister in laws had a very persistent problem with lice and so i haven't watched TV in the living room for a long time, because every time i did my scalp would feel oh so itchy after. we're talking colonies here, because the poor girls have such thick hair. i'm dreading the mother in law asking me to braid their hair for their brother's wedding. i can't bring myself to say no to the mother in law but i am also annoyed after she insisted on showing me the gold jewellery she bought for her new daughter in law, which not only happened to be from the UK but also much more prettier than the pakistani tat she bought for me, with all these mock stones falling out. grr.

so anyway. it takes a little thing like nits to remind you that nearly three years into your arranged marriage (where the mister is duty bound to look after his wife and subsequent children - let's keep it at child for now, thanks) your mister still isn't working, and you're still living with his parents, and that you and the boy are going to have to stay pretty much cooped up in your room to avoid getting nits. the family in law have been insisting on dressing the boy and myself for the wedding, but i have yet to see any clothes. which is just as well, because they have left asbo aunt in charge of shopping and everyone knows she has a strange sense of style. so i've spent quite a few bob on outfits for the boy and myself, which is tough to negotiate when you're paying for full time childcare. oh, and guess who has been asked to take pictures for said wedding, so they can skip the cost of photography?

something has to change i know, but i'm not one to cause family aggro. i really don't know how to act so i can get the changes i need. i know not to bother asking my sisters because they'll only tell me to put up and shut up. when i agreed to this marriage, i told myself i had to make it work, i would be patient and avoid confrontation mainly because having agreed to this marriage i couldn't turn and around and try to destroy it at every opportunity. right now i think the only thing i can do is wait for the parents to get back from pakistan and speak to them. it might sound immature but as someone who was following her parents wishes i believe it is they who have got me into this mess.

think!

2008-06-23T08:26:00.000-07:00

i'm thinking. office person A remarked how lucky i was to have a mother in law who made the mister his tea. i am also very lucky that i am not expected to do many chores around the house. i am also very lucky that the father in law is making me sandwiches for work. and that even though his sons are off on their holiday to morocco he still gets up in the morning to make sandwiches. just for me. and i'm lucky i don't have many chores, other than those as a result of the boy and me.

and even though that sister in law arrived last week, her over familiarity despite our secret rivalry has been very minimal. of course she has spent a few days at the asbo aunt's but she returned last night and i really can't complain. having said that the mister is on strict orders to keep our room locked on the basis that my gold jewellery for the wedding is kind of sitting around in the wardrobe, and not that his sister is a bit of a snoop.

but yeah. i'm very lucky. i haven't had any demands to take time off from work to help clean the house in preparation for the BILs wedding or anything.

maybe my irritations are all in my head, i had a feeling last week that maybe i am far too obsessive about things and that maybe, i should just shut up and get on with it.

but that's not to say the marriage itself is perfect...

ssh, can you hear that? exactly. also, can you say cop-out?

2008-06-17T05:10:00.000-07:00

pros of getting the 8am train:

i get in to work early, and therefore can leave early.

cons of getting the 8am train:

missing out on the pros of getting the 830am train.

pros of getting the 830am train:

no need to rush around frantic in the morning. i can hang out any washing (that i will have loaded into the washing machine the night before), refresh the boy's sterilising unit, and even have some breakfast.

the boy's day ends later, meaning he is tired, meaning he will sleep.

because i leave the house at 8am, i beat a line of traffic at the lights by the park, and have better chances of finding a free parking space near the station, but i also get ten minutes in the car. so i call the nieces and catch up, and have a few oh so quiet minutes where i can read my book.

cons of getting the 830am train:

missing out on the pros of getting the 8am train.

and the winner is....

the 830am train. i'll save my assertiveness for another day.

sorry for the quiet, i'm busy busy busy at work. i need to get back to work, but before i go, where a blueberry muffin and a mug of tea awaits, here's a conversation i just had with my brother, he's on holiday in pakistan you know.

him: so, how are things?
me: here's the thing: you're in pakistan, i'm at my desk.
him: silly me. there's not much point asking you, is there? today i rode a motorbike around the north kashmir region...
me: oooh, is that safe?
him: well, you know, you get your farmers and then your al-qaeda types. wait. this phone call is so going to get monitored now.
me: that's just great.
him: i'm planning on coming back with my friends in december. and then after that we're going to visit another of our friends in amreeeka!
me: nothing suspicious about that, nothing at all.
him: do you know, i phoned him the other day and was like 'brother, did you receive my package?'
me: wait, you can ride a motorbike?!
him: yeah, of course i can, duh!

grrrr.

2008-06-17T05:09:00.000-07:00

blogger lost my post, which was was a pretty good post. i'll try and re-write. part of it included a conversation i just had with my brother, who is in pakistan at the moment. if you're reading this, and you should be because i just asked you to, say hi!

you're killing me with the crazy.

2008-06-10T06:39:00.000-07:00

so many people are suggesting i park the car in the FIL's recently built garage. so many times i tell them how it's just too much hassle, try lugging the garage door shut with a giant handbag on one arm and a 7.93kg (as of yesterday) baby on the other. even the village birds are trying to drive me into the garage, three times they've crapped on the car in the last fortnight. i don't understand, much of the villagers have got rid of the trees in their yards (yes, it looks as bleak as it sounds) yet still they fly around, dammit.

one of the BILs gets married next month. i'm starting to see that maybe just maybe i am a little OCD about my stuff, but y'all can get over it. the BIL's intended has a habit of being too familiar and i'm not sure i shall be able to handle it. so i shall set her straight from the get-go. get off on the right foot and all that. hmm.

what else is happening. work is nice and busy. i am tweeting what i am eating. no, you can't see. but look at this one.

i was telling office person D about recent home improvements. the FIL has varnished the banister. but five days later it is still quite sticky, oops.

anyway. suggestions. the nursery opens at 8am each day. a train to work leaves the very nearby station at 8.03. gah. lately the mister has been dropping me off to the station so i can make the 8.03 and will then leave the boy at the nursery. but hello, is this why i learned to drive and bothered to buy a car?! so anyway, i noticed a mum dropping her daughter off just before eight and asked her about it. apparently it's on the basis that her child will be there for the full four years. well, so is mine! any ideas how passive yet trying so hard to be assertive me asks the nursery to let me do the same?

now that i'm grown up

2008-06-09T04:22:00.000-07:00

i plan to spend wisely, and do random yet rare purchases, like maybe a giant print by diastema, like this one.

of course, i'd be the sidekick.

2008-06-03T06:05:00.000-07:00

incandescens finally has her office IM back.

me: omg! there you are!
her: WHEE! (grins) Finally have it installed, yes.
me: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
her: (wiggles hands and does a scary woo woo)
me: (morning, btw) woo woo indeed!
her: And the same to you.
me: now what do we do?
her: Try and take over the world, the same as always!
me: oh ok! i'm going to need coffee.