Friday, July 04, 2008

whoa. one of the office people is totally losing it in a phone call in one of the phone booths. thing is she really raised her voice at one point, and even if that didn't scare her caller off it certainly made me jump.

office IM

G: Good morning Bushra, is the authority around?
Bushra: nope. he was about to sure an idea he had but was summoned to a discussion about sex and gender
Bushra: *share
Bushra: motherhood has destroyed my typing skills
G: Motherhood told me it was 'share'.

day 1056 in the bradfordian house.*

05:38AM: bushra wakes up and does the thing she does every time she wakes up: she reaches for her phone and checks the weather. hmm, light showers. for the past three days the forecast for friday has been sunny, but bushra is going to take her chances, she has a lot of washing that needs drying.

05:45AM: bushra is out of bed and hanging out t'washing. bushra realises she has used up all the washing lines, and is not sure how the family in law will take this. she also remembers she is not really talking to the mister, after he left her to it yesterday evening. bushra was spring cleaning and needed the mister to watch the boy. only for him to be summoned by his sister and the asbo aunt, bushra was not sure where they were off to this time, but found later they had gone for a spot of slow mo shopping in tesco. so productive was bushra yesterday, she managed to get her cleaning done, wash her hair and then take sister #2 to the same supermarket where the mister was caught lurking in the newspapers and magazines section.

07:32AM: bushra and the boy are ready for work and nursery. the father in law carries the boy around the house and comes across bushra washing the boy's bottles and sterilising unit in the kitchen. he mentions he has heard the boy has finally settled at nursery. bushra begins to explain that the boy never had problems settling at nursery but she turns around to find the father in law and the boy have wandered off.

09:14AM: bushra accepts that writing about herself in the third person is all very lee mcqueen** and must be kept to a minimum.

*how do i know this? because i found an actual web page that will count the days since a certain date. i heart the interweb.
** i know what a pterodactyl is, but a reverse pterodactyl? what is that all about?

Thursday, July 03, 2008

read: the amazing adventures of dietgirl, the book, by dietgirl, aka shauna. i'm not good at reviews, all's i can say is Shauna, YOU RAWK!

am i the only person left on the planet who likes flying saucers? bon bon's have them in different flavours, something i didn't know you could have. i have to do a refund run into leeds city centre today so i am going to pick some more up.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

the parents are back from their latest trip to pakistan. brother #4 went too and now he has a dodgy knee after falling off a motorbike. but forget that. this makes me the only member of the family never to have visited pakistan. i don't expect that i will ever visit pakistan. i don't know why. but that isn't the major happening here. for the first time ever the mother brought me presents! outfits mainly, probably in the wild hope that i will dress like a bradford housewife than a crazy chick in tunic tops and trousers (yes, there is a difference).

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

okay, okay i brought fudge it back. i managed to break the domain somehow and when my hosting company started sticking their own 404 page on it with ads and i was like, 'hey! please don't do that.' and i got all over protective and decided i wanted it back.

it's not like you've missed a lot. i'm back at work full time, and i'm thirty now, thirty! and then last week the doctor told me the pain i had been putting up with for a couple of weeks was a kidney infection, which wasn't nice.

Friday, April 04, 2008

this blog is going to be kind of no more. i'll be at a new one where you can read about the teeny tiny things that are slowly driving me crazy and will make you want to step away from your computer and say 'make the lambs stop screaming'. but if you want to see it you'll have to ask me for the link. mmkay?

Sunday, March 23, 2008

so. about my pass plus lesson. my instructor begins with 'right bushra. today, we are driving to blackpool!' and i was like, omg! but you know, it was not bad, the motorway and all those A roads are much more nicer than the roads of bradford (some people really scare me). and so we arrive at some car park, with blackpool tower just a walk away. and what do i do? why, i practise my bay parking of course! all good so far. ten, fifteen minutes after we arrive the instructor hands me an atlas and says 'ok, time to plan the route back, cos you're driving us back without my help this time'. of course i had the sat nav option, but i was like, nah!

so by now you would think i might have persuaded the menfolk (and by this i mean the mister) that hey, i can drive! but noooooo. every time we get in my car he thinks it's a driving lesson. don't tell him, but the next time he pisses me off, i'm going to kick him out of the car. i'm trying not to smile because he's watching me as i type this right now.

anyway. he's off to work this week and i have to start the boy's nursery induction and might go for random drives during the day. sister #2 is in birmingham so she won't be coming along. but i don't think she has much confidence in my driving either. we went to collect my car and every time my foot just tapped the gas pedal she would start praying. poor thing. she thought she was going to die.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

you'll hate me for sharing this, really you will. niece #2 has kicked
me off the laptop so ah'm on ma phone. anyway. i've started the boy on
solids now, nothing too major, but he's had some food around three
times a day. here's the trick, you don't wait for the baby to open his
mouth and demand food, you just wait for him to randomly open his
mouth and shoom! in goes that spoon. anyway, that's not what i wanted
to talk about. it was the more shocking consequences of introducing
food to the boy that appeared the morning after, that gave me the
shock of my life. that'll teach me to fall asleep when i'm giving
birth, because you know, *that* should have been the shock of my life,
innit. anyway i'm still in shock, really i am. i mean, it brought back
the reason why i always refused to change the nephew's nappies.
really, you shoulda seen the poo the boy did this morning!

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