So last month I saw in the newspaper that a 66 year old woman in Britain had invitro done so she could have a baby. The photo was of a women about eight months into the pregnancy. She looked pretty good for her age but don't ya think she's getting a little long in the tooth to be having a baby! As doctors in Britain refused to do it she went out of the country to have it done. Now I'm assuming she's not married as it doesn't mention a husband, maybe he already kicked the the bucket.
If she wanted to have a baby why didn't she do it while she was still in the sweet bloom of youth. To become pregnant at 66 is ludicrous. I mean most people retire at 65. When the kid is in its 20's she'll be 86. Raising children is hard work, you need to have some stamina and have your wits about you. I'm 51 this year and the thought of having another baby makes me want to wet my pants. Incontinence.
You have to be on top of things all the time, those little things will have ya coming and going. At my age I already have trouble with my memory. I can walk into a room three or four times before I remember why I went into the room in the first place. What if she suffers from Alzheimer's and forgets the baby, or leaves the baby in the super market. I know I'd be afraid of that happening.
She's said the doctor gave her a clean bill of health, she's always taken care of herself and she's never felt better. Well you wait lady by time you have the kid you'll be lucky if you don't have a heart attack on the delivery table. Not to mention that by the time the kid goes to school every one will think you it's grandmother. That kid will run you ragged and before you know it you'll be kicking yourself in the butt for doing it in the first place and wonder why you didn't opt to live out your life in peace and quiet.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Hot as Hell
God the weather now adays is enought to make your scream. It is so goddamn hot. I do not have aircon in my living room to as I sit and write everyday I have sweat pouring down my face. I have sweat pouring between my boobs and I have sweat pouring between my butt cheeks. I know not a pretty picture but I just had to say it. IT'S HOT AS HELL AND I'M NOT HAPPY!
To make matters worse my to teens are home for two week mid term break so that makes it even more suckier. I can't concentrate when they have the tv blaring away. They don't even sit and watch one particular show they have to channel surf and ususally ends up on MTV. I don't mind MTV what I hate is channel surfers. Why the hell can't people sit and watch one goddamn show is beyond me. Why do people have to channel surf. I'll be sitting hear with half an ear on the tv while trying to think, I all of a sudden get interested in a programe they have started to watch then next thing you know its gone, they have changed the channel once again! Why can't they do something more constructive with their time like I don't know, study. One is sitting for SPM this year and the other is sitting for PMR and believe me neither one of them is Einstien.
Nope they'd rather spend their time irritating me and channel surfing while I'm sitting at my puter sweating my arse off and getting more irritated by the minute. If their not channel surfing then their bugging me to let them go somewhere and I usually have to drive. Like hello do you think I have all the time in the world to be driving your guys around.
This morning I got up and my whole body is aching. Feels like someone threw me on the floor and put the boots to me. My legs ache, my ass aches, my hips ache, my shoulders ache. God everything aches. I'm having trouble just sitting here now and writing my blog. All I can say is I can't wait for them to go back to school, I can't wait for it to rain so I can sit in my chair at my computer and not feel like I pissed my pants!
To make matters worse my to teens are home for two week mid term break so that makes it even more suckier. I can't concentrate when they have the tv blaring away. They don't even sit and watch one particular show they have to channel surf and ususally ends up on MTV. I don't mind MTV what I hate is channel surfers. Why the hell can't people sit and watch one goddamn show is beyond me. Why do people have to channel surf. I'll be sitting hear with half an ear on the tv while trying to think, I all of a sudden get interested in a programe they have started to watch then next thing you know its gone, they have changed the channel once again! Why can't they do something more constructive with their time like I don't know, study. One is sitting for SPM this year and the other is sitting for PMR and believe me neither one of them is Einstien.
Nope they'd rather spend their time irritating me and channel surfing while I'm sitting at my puter sweating my arse off and getting more irritated by the minute. If their not channel surfing then their bugging me to let them go somewhere and I usually have to drive. Like hello do you think I have all the time in the world to be driving your guys around.
This morning I got up and my whole body is aching. Feels like someone threw me on the floor and put the boots to me. My legs ache, my ass aches, my hips ache, my shoulders ache. God everything aches. I'm having trouble just sitting here now and writing my blog. All I can say is I can't wait for them to go back to school, I can't wait for it to rain so I can sit in my chair at my computer and not feel like I pissed my pants!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Spa Treat
Mothers Day my son got me a gift certificate for a facial and a body massage, just what the doctor order. I love a good massage and a facial can't hurt either I am getting older and need all the help I can get. So last week I called and booked the appointment which was yesterday.
Now the facial was pretty good and they talked me into adding another RM68.00 for a machine treatment for my sagging skin. Hey anything to look younger. They actually informed me it would last for three days but I figure the effects must have worn off once they cleansed off the mask cause my face is still sagging. The massage on the other hand was a nightmare. Considering the amount of money my son forked out for this treat, I felt like asking for my money back. I don't know where the masseuse trained but the massage with a capital S, Sucked big time.
I mean if your going to charge almost RM150 for a one hour massage I expect the masseuse to be next to excellent. I've had RM50.00 massages that were better then that. Good thing I'm polite or I would have been telling the girl how to do massage. The girls I trained gave better massages then this girl did.
Of course once my treatment was done and they had me sitting with a glass of water and asking for payment, the extra RM68.00 for the machine treatment which was supposed to make me look younger, they asked if I wanted to purchase a package. No thanks I said, hell I don't need to be forking out RM1000 over to go and be tortured thank you very much. I can stay at home and be tortured by my kids. For free.
Now the facial was pretty good and they talked me into adding another RM68.00 for a machine treatment for my sagging skin. Hey anything to look younger. They actually informed me it would last for three days but I figure the effects must have worn off once they cleansed off the mask cause my face is still sagging. The massage on the other hand was a nightmare. Considering the amount of money my son forked out for this treat, I felt like asking for my money back. I don't know where the masseuse trained but the massage with a capital S, Sucked big time.
I mean if your going to charge almost RM150 for a one hour massage I expect the masseuse to be next to excellent. I've had RM50.00 massages that were better then that. Good thing I'm polite or I would have been telling the girl how to do massage. The girls I trained gave better massages then this girl did.
Of course once my treatment was done and they had me sitting with a glass of water and asking for payment, the extra RM68.00 for the machine treatment which was supposed to make me look younger, they asked if I wanted to purchase a package. No thanks I said, hell I don't need to be forking out RM1000 over to go and be tortured thank you very much. I can stay at home and be tortured by my kids. For free.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Quote of the day
So I was telly the other night, a comedy show and the mother says with a totally straight face, "The reason why we have kids is so we won't be so afraid of dying." I nearly burst a gut when I heard that one in fact I want to make that quote my own.
Don't get me wrong I love my kids but somehow or other they manage to piss me off everyday of the week. The older three are ok it's the younger two. Now Jordan the baby of the family has the worst luck I have ever seen not to mention he's goddamn clumsy. Must be inherited from my side of the family. Last month he managed to get himself robbed. Lost two hand phones, his wallet with IC and managed to get hit on the head by the two thugs that robbed him. A week before that his bicycle along with two of his other friends was stolen from the tuition center. They were all three locked together and the chain was cut. Then last Friday he took his other old hand phone to school and it was confiscated. Tuesday I went to the school to claim back his phone and I also went and picked up his new IC. Last month he cycled out on his other bike, and got a flat tire and it's still sitting in the front with a flat tire. He tells me he doesn't have luck with bikes. I wanna tell him "boy you don't have luck with anything." I worry about that boy luckily I'm home to fetch him to and from school and tuition.
Robyn on the other hand what can I say. I noticed on her facebook she took some quiz to find out what God she is and it turns out she's Satan. Well hell I coulda told ya that! No need to take a quiz. Yesterday her tuition is canceled and she wanted to go to Chi Liung any way to meet her friend. I said no. Five o'clock she was ready to go. I said to her "I thought I said no" then she launches into her repetitive song and dance on how I always fetch her brother everywhere he wants to go and that I always let him go out. That woman has short term memory. She forgets that she hangs out at the mamak after her tuition every week, she's never home on the weekends, well maybe one, the weekend I spent at my other daughters house while her husband was at some retreat, she didn't have a ride and she won't ask her brother. So I just grabbed my keys and wallet and sunglasses and sent her. I mean how do you argue with Satan?
So next week school holidays start and they will be off for two weeks. God I hate this. She tells me she's going to spend the two weeks studying for her SPM. Uhha I say, right. Yes she insists she is going to study. Well we'll just see. I can see the writing on the wall. She'll end up bugging my ass to let her go out everyday. Because there is one thing I'm sure of Satan is predictable.
Don't get me wrong I love my kids but somehow or other they manage to piss me off everyday of the week. The older three are ok it's the younger two. Now Jordan the baby of the family has the worst luck I have ever seen not to mention he's goddamn clumsy. Must be inherited from my side of the family. Last month he managed to get himself robbed. Lost two hand phones, his wallet with IC and managed to get hit on the head by the two thugs that robbed him. A week before that his bicycle along with two of his other friends was stolen from the tuition center. They were all three locked together and the chain was cut. Then last Friday he took his other old hand phone to school and it was confiscated. Tuesday I went to the school to claim back his phone and I also went and picked up his new IC. Last month he cycled out on his other bike, and got a flat tire and it's still sitting in the front with a flat tire. He tells me he doesn't have luck with bikes. I wanna tell him "boy you don't have luck with anything." I worry about that boy luckily I'm home to fetch him to and from school and tuition.
Robyn on the other hand what can I say. I noticed on her facebook she took some quiz to find out what God she is and it turns out she's Satan. Well hell I coulda told ya that! No need to take a quiz. Yesterday her tuition is canceled and she wanted to go to Chi Liung any way to meet her friend. I said no. Five o'clock she was ready to go. I said to her "I thought I said no" then she launches into her repetitive song and dance on how I always fetch her brother everywhere he wants to go and that I always let him go out. That woman has short term memory. She forgets that she hangs out at the mamak after her tuition every week, she's never home on the weekends, well maybe one, the weekend I spent at my other daughters house while her husband was at some retreat, she didn't have a ride and she won't ask her brother. So I just grabbed my keys and wallet and sunglasses and sent her. I mean how do you argue with Satan?
So next week school holidays start and they will be off for two weeks. God I hate this. She tells me she's going to spend the two weeks studying for her SPM. Uhha I say, right. Yes she insists she is going to study. Well we'll just see. I can see the writing on the wall. She'll end up bugging my ass to let her go out everyday. Because there is one thing I'm sure of Satan is predictable.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Neighbours do we really need them
So living in a link house your neighbours are only a fence away. For me personally I'd prefer them to be two miles away. Maybe it's just me being cranky I really don't bother much about my neighbours and what they do, I'm not the nosey bitch who lives next door. I am not a bosom buddy to my neighbours some I'm not on speaking terms.
The neighbour to my left is ok. A young family with three little boys. Husband and wife work so they have a maid. The boys are actually good boys and are polite, but regular as clock work they'll be out in the front of the house either playing badminton or kick ball at five o'clock in the evening. That doesn't bother me, what bothers me is the ball or shuttle cock ends up in my yard like every five minutes and then they stand outside and holler at me to get the damn ball or shuttle cock. I have told them to come in and get it themselves but as soon as they hop the fence my dogs start barking like hell. My one dog does not like them and I don't know why and they are afraid of the dog. When they are playing outside I keep my dogs in the house as I know the boys are afraid of them and I really want to put my foot down the dogs throat when she keeps barking.
Then there is the neighbour on my right. An old couple who's kids are grown up. Three are living in the States and the eldest son is still at home. My Great Dane can't stand the old bitch and neither can I. The problem with her is that my Dane charges her every time he sees her pop her head over the fence. The fence is high enough that the dog can't jump over it is also high enough so I don't have to see her. Many times I have been out in the back hanging clothes only to look up to this face with wild hair staring cock at me. Goddamn she scares me no wonder she scares the dog. Knowing her when she is watering her trees she probably sprays my dog. One day when I was in the kitchen the dog was barking I looked out into the back and saw her with a big stick banging the top of the fence. Now this is my back yard which is all fenced in and I think that I should be able to let my dog run free. If I walk her some neighbours complain so I have given up walking her.
Another thing I don't understand. The son got married last year and I never see his wife. He bought a house a few doors down from his parents and renovated it. It's a beautiful home and yet he still goes home to mommy's house every night and I have not seen his wife since they got married. Oh sure shortly after the wedding she was their for like a week but after that never saw her again. Most probably can't stand the mother in law. I mean after all three of her kids studied in the States and never came back. A lot of mornings I can hear her and her eldest son arguing. That's gotta give you an idea about what kinda woman she is.
If I had the money I would build my fence higher so she can't stand at the fence staring into my backyard. Talk about nosey. She better leave my dog alone or I'll cut down her damn pine tree that drops needles all over my back yard. Yep neighbours should be at least two miles away.
The neighbour to my left is ok. A young family with three little boys. Husband and wife work so they have a maid. The boys are actually good boys and are polite, but regular as clock work they'll be out in the front of the house either playing badminton or kick ball at five o'clock in the evening. That doesn't bother me, what bothers me is the ball or shuttle cock ends up in my yard like every five minutes and then they stand outside and holler at me to get the damn ball or shuttle cock. I have told them to come in and get it themselves but as soon as they hop the fence my dogs start barking like hell. My one dog does not like them and I don't know why and they are afraid of the dog. When they are playing outside I keep my dogs in the house as I know the boys are afraid of them and I really want to put my foot down the dogs throat when she keeps barking.
Then there is the neighbour on my right. An old couple who's kids are grown up. Three are living in the States and the eldest son is still at home. My Great Dane can't stand the old bitch and neither can I. The problem with her is that my Dane charges her every time he sees her pop her head over the fence. The fence is high enough that the dog can't jump over it is also high enough so I don't have to see her. Many times I have been out in the back hanging clothes only to look up to this face with wild hair staring cock at me. Goddamn she scares me no wonder she scares the dog. Knowing her when she is watering her trees she probably sprays my dog. One day when I was in the kitchen the dog was barking I looked out into the back and saw her with a big stick banging the top of the fence. Now this is my back yard which is all fenced in and I think that I should be able to let my dog run free. If I walk her some neighbours complain so I have given up walking her.
Another thing I don't understand. The son got married last year and I never see his wife. He bought a house a few doors down from his parents and renovated it. It's a beautiful home and yet he still goes home to mommy's house every night and I have not seen his wife since they got married. Oh sure shortly after the wedding she was their for like a week but after that never saw her again. Most probably can't stand the mother in law. I mean after all three of her kids studied in the States and never came back. A lot of mornings I can hear her and her eldest son arguing. That's gotta give you an idea about what kinda woman she is.
If I had the money I would build my fence higher so she can't stand at the fence staring into my backyard. Talk about nosey. She better leave my dog alone or I'll cut down her damn pine tree that drops needles all over my back yard. Yep neighbours should be at least two miles away.
Friday, May 22, 2009
I Joined Face Book
Now this is really a bitch. I just noticed that my last blog entery has a spelling error in the title and I can't for the life of me figure out how to change it and it's irritating the hell out of me!!! Damn!!!
Anyway the other day I joined Facebook for strictly mercenary reasons, to promote my articles on Helium and try to generate more money. LOL Robyn thinks I joined to stalk her what the hell. I don't need to stalk her on Facebook I can do that very well at home. Just because I commented on one of her enteries. I thought you were supposed to comment when the mood arose or why else would they have the stupid little comment button if they didn't want you to comment. She commented "nothing much to do today" and I commented back "why don't you study". Now is that any reason for her to get her panties in a bunch ?huh !I ask you. I asked for her email address before so I could send her some good jokes she said I don't need it. WTF its not like I can go in and read her emails. Hell if I want I can read her blogs and I can see what she writes on Facebook all her bloody conversations she has with her friends turn up in my email inbox. Geeze Louise. Kids are so paranoid.
Anyway I'm getting the hang of Facebook getting to know my way around luckily its not that difficult. Managed to post two articles. So far only my son has read one that figures. My supporter. Robyn will read it to make sure I don't talk about her, she gives so much material to write about. Today when I went inside I noticed two people wanted to be added to my list of friends. One was my cousin in Canada and another is this man with a lot of hair on his face. Don't know if I should add him or not. My son says to be careful as there are alot of con artists on Facebook. Maybe I will add him after all I'm not that stupid to be conned. Every day I get Nigerian emails asking me to share in millions all I have to do is give them my details. Right like thats going to happen. One of my friends got conned. I warned her but would she listen no. Dumb ass. She said she was in love. Now I ask you how the hell do you fall in love with some asshole you just met online and talked too for a few months???? Go figure.
Anyway the other day I joined Facebook for strictly mercenary reasons, to promote my articles on Helium and try to generate more money. LOL Robyn thinks I joined to stalk her what the hell. I don't need to stalk her on Facebook I can do that very well at home. Just because I commented on one of her enteries. I thought you were supposed to comment when the mood arose or why else would they have the stupid little comment button if they didn't want you to comment. She commented "nothing much to do today" and I commented back "why don't you study". Now is that any reason for her to get her panties in a bunch ?huh !I ask you. I asked for her email address before so I could send her some good jokes she said I don't need it. WTF its not like I can go in and read her emails. Hell if I want I can read her blogs and I can see what she writes on Facebook all her bloody conversations she has with her friends turn up in my email inbox. Geeze Louise. Kids are so paranoid.
Anyway I'm getting the hang of Facebook getting to know my way around luckily its not that difficult. Managed to post two articles. So far only my son has read one that figures. My supporter. Robyn will read it to make sure I don't talk about her, she gives so much material to write about. Today when I went inside I noticed two people wanted to be added to my list of friends. One was my cousin in Canada and another is this man with a lot of hair on his face. Don't know if I should add him or not. My son says to be careful as there are alot of con artists on Facebook. Maybe I will add him after all I'm not that stupid to be conned. Every day I get Nigerian emails asking me to share in millions all I have to do is give them my details. Right like thats going to happen. One of my friends got conned. I warned her but would she listen no. Dumb ass. She said she was in love. Now I ask you how the hell do you fall in love with some asshole you just met online and talked too for a few months???? Go figure.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Liceenced to Drive
This past month my sixteen year old daughter, Robyn, has been asking me to teach her to drive. The first time she mentioned it I could feel my hair stand on end and my bowels contract. I am not a good passenger at the best of times. I did not teach my elder three to drive and I don’t intend to start now with the younger two.
Even when I sit shotgun in my eldest daughter’s car or my eldest son’s car my foot is firmly planted on an imaginary break. I am not a good passenger. I do not want to die in a fiery car crash; I would rather go peacefully in my sleep.
So I tell her to ask her brother to teach her or better still wait till your seventeen and go to driving school, which is a requirement anyways. I tell her I am not paying for it as I did not pay for the older three to take their lessons. They had to work to earn the money to pay for said lessons. Of course this does not make her happy. She does not want to ask her big brother to teach her. Those two have a love hate relationship. While they do love each other she thinks her brother is always getting in her face about, gee I don’t know, responsibility, morals, manners, passing her SPM, silly stuff like that. As for paying for her own lessons, well I thought that one up long time ago to buy myself time before they actually get to drive.
I am a worrier; I am always afraid one of my children will have an accident and die in a fiery car crash. I remember my eldest son when he wanted a bicycle. I said no he was in standard four at that time. My husband on the other hand went out and bought him his bike and every time he rode out I worried.
I worry now about my youngest son cycling. I also worry when my daughter tells me I drive like a turtle. All her friends she informs me drive fast and she has gotten used to it. I just look at her and think “keep talking girl and you won’t be going out with your friends any more”. This does not make me feel any better.
I remember Robyn when she first started crawling. The second day she had climbed two flights of steps and when I found her she was sitting on the edge of the highest step with a big old grin on her face. I remember her first birthday; we had bought her a plastic ride toy. There had been a bar at the back for a toddler to push the toy. Even though she had not started walking yet as soon as she saw that toy she stood up grabbed the bar and started running around the room. She walked from that day forward.
She has always been head strong. It’s not that I don’t want her to drive; I would prefer her to wait until she is more mature. That she understands the consequences of driving like an idiot or driving drunk or speeding. The young think their indestructible, and so with that said I think I have a few more years to go before I start to worry.
Even when I sit shotgun in my eldest daughter’s car or my eldest son’s car my foot is firmly planted on an imaginary break. I am not a good passenger. I do not want to die in a fiery car crash; I would rather go peacefully in my sleep.
So I tell her to ask her brother to teach her or better still wait till your seventeen and go to driving school, which is a requirement anyways. I tell her I am not paying for it as I did not pay for the older three to take their lessons. They had to work to earn the money to pay for said lessons. Of course this does not make her happy. She does not want to ask her big brother to teach her. Those two have a love hate relationship. While they do love each other she thinks her brother is always getting in her face about, gee I don’t know, responsibility, morals, manners, passing her SPM, silly stuff like that. As for paying for her own lessons, well I thought that one up long time ago to buy myself time before they actually get to drive.
I am a worrier; I am always afraid one of my children will have an accident and die in a fiery car crash. I remember my eldest son when he wanted a bicycle. I said no he was in standard four at that time. My husband on the other hand went out and bought him his bike and every time he rode out I worried.
I worry now about my youngest son cycling. I also worry when my daughter tells me I drive like a turtle. All her friends she informs me drive fast and she has gotten used to it. I just look at her and think “keep talking girl and you won’t be going out with your friends any more”. This does not make me feel any better.
I remember Robyn when she first started crawling. The second day she had climbed two flights of steps and when I found her she was sitting on the edge of the highest step with a big old grin on her face. I remember her first birthday; we had bought her a plastic ride toy. There had been a bar at the back for a toddler to push the toy. Even though she had not started walking yet as soon as she saw that toy she stood up grabbed the bar and started running around the room. She walked from that day forward.
She has always been head strong. It’s not that I don’t want her to drive; I would prefer her to wait until she is more mature. That she understands the consequences of driving like an idiot or driving drunk or speeding. The young think their indestructible, and so with that said I think I have a few more years to go before I start to worry.
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