tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84035082453697358182008-08-16T08:23:58.462+01:00fudge itbushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-75231716508217291502008-08-15T22:39:00.004+01:002008-08-16T08:23:58.478+01:00so here's what i did done today. probably because the new sister in law was gushing about my new handbag so much, a bottle of water leaked in it and i soaked the super duper phone. i know. you don't have to say anything, okay? i know.
it was showing signs of life a bit ago, and i quietly wailed to brother #4 - he's here, don't ask why, don't ask how - about how i used to have such a cool bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-40335210712382722792008-08-14T18:28:00.001+01:002008-08-14T18:30:48.397+01:00
look! it's the manga me!
[make your own at Face Your Manga.]bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-23270443256356876542008-08-14T13:53:00.008+01:002008-08-14T14:21:13.682+01:00so, i took the boy into work for a bit this morning, i picked up biscuits cos it is his birthday today and distributed those. then on the way back to bradford picked up a chocolate caterpillar cake for the kids and yet more biscuits for the staff at the nursery. left the boy, the cake, the biscuits and, and, wait that was all, yes, so left them at the nursery and headed home. straight back out tobushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-44614544851312641132008-08-13T13:47:00.002+01:002008-08-13T19:36:15.887+01:00it's pain time, baby!
bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-12192333363717501492008-08-13T10:09:00.001+01:002008-08-13T10:11:06.420+01:00Thank you Birmingham! Birmingham City Council has been left red-faced after using a photograph of Birmingham, Alabama, in an official leaflet about recyling in the city," reports The Birmingham Post. "It started dropping through 360,000 letterboxes across the city last week, providing information about and promoting the efforts of Birmingham City Council's recycling operations."
yes, mad as it bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-20858830163028922472008-08-13T08:58:00.002+01:002008-08-13T09:17:39.292+01:00i have decided. no matter how boring or rubbish, i will post something at least once a day. but note i will be away from my keyboard from 15th august and return on the 26th. if your email is urgent, please email, oh, wait.
the boy's sleeping habits have gone haywire, instead of waking up at 2am he is waking up around 10.30 - 11.30 pm and so i'm all baffled and unable to compute the crying baby bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-44134218513339456712008-08-12T09:44:00.003+01:002008-08-12T19:53:39.958+01:00hmm those o2 free sims don't look as attractive anymore.
busy busy at work today, it doesn't help that it is pouring down wi' rain. hey, it's the boy's first birthday on thursday. the village is not sure how to comment on my refusal to have a birthday party (his present is a week in cornwall and i don't think he will remember that either). the family in law would like to have like a family bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-2902037838288437052008-08-11T09:47:00.004+01:002008-08-11T09:52:52.138+01:00the horror, the horror!
the boy started pooping like crazy mid-nappy change yesterday. the poor kid started crying as i yelled 'stop, stop!' you'd think i'd be used to it by now. the pooping, i mean, not the crying.
busy day today. in a nutshell:
bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-72326120202201814192008-08-07T12:10:00.003+01:002008-08-07T14:35:32.386+01:00listening to this. stops the wiring from going, er haywire. i actually made a list of things that needed doing (only five things, six even) and actually crossed everything off. bad enough that i have a set way of doing everything, but making lists? it's all over. not that i do spontaneous anyway, but still.
message to sister #4: you owe me fifteen quid.
message to sister #5: chill, it's really bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-71799210287667738022008-08-05T12:04:00.005+01:002008-08-05T21:33:40.915+01:00aw, man. busy busy busy. zipping around to and from work, and all i have to blog about is the asbo kids in the village and how they seem unable to avoid interacting with the car. as i drove up the cobbled backstreet four random asian kids were making their way down. now, from past experience i know that such kids are either too arrogant or too stupid (i'd say stupid) to move to the side of the bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-32235584484473974242008-07-30T09:08:00.002+01:002008-07-30T09:20:26.008+01:00seriously, like, spoiler alert.
S: my favorite part was joker saying to batman "you complete me"
me: mine was when rachel realised batman wasn't going to save her.
S: that's rather... umm... evil of you.
me: ok ok it was the most...umm...compelling (?) part?
S: that's okay. we both already know you are evil.
me: true, but it's not my favourite in a ha ha you're gonna die kind of way. it was bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-64302703665613007402008-07-29T15:15:00.002+01:002008-07-29T15:18:52.791+01:00you know when you are sitting at your desk, concentrating on your work and someone creeps up and taps you on the head with an empty water bottle, causing you to pretty much fly out of your seat? that. don't worry, i have revenge planned. also. should the authority feel compelled to check this blog while he is on holiday: don't worry, everything is taken care of.
got rid of the last.fm thing. bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-41027637520317868492008-07-19T19:36:00.005+01:002008-07-19T19:42:42.625+01:00BBC iPlayer link: BBC Four Sessions - Ray LaMontagne, am twenty odd minutes into this and so far he has played all the songs i like the most.
back in bradford, dammit.bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-20189593912023549682008-07-16T23:26:00.003+01:002008-07-16T23:28:45.561+01:00i'm in shock. or is that toxic shock?
me: so. would you like to check out the wedding pictures, or the graduation pictures?
sister #4: the wedding. no more graduation, my face is a mess.
me: that's true.
i can't even begin to describe what happened next. oh wait, i can because it still hurts. SISTER #4 JUST BIT MY ARM!bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-40163381459249900082008-07-16T22:11:00.006+01:002008-07-16T22:49:19.633+01:00soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired.
i'm not exaggerating. i really am tired. just about survived the wedding. managed to fight off wild kids asking for the boy so they could balance him on their hips and wander up and down a floor that was all slippy with coke and rice. not gonna happen. at some point a little girl clambered down the steps of the stage - every wedding has a stage - only for bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-2661129568519942492008-07-10T16:05:00.001+01:002008-07-10T16:07:18.111+01:00so you know when you spend all those days working up the courage to ask the nursery if you can drop the boy off a few minutes before eight, so you can catch the train that leaves a few minutes after eight? and then you find that oh so many parents are dropping their kids off a few minutes before eight anyway and no one questions you when you drop the boy off a few minutes before eight yourself? bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-40452408295624920452008-07-09T14:28:00.003+01:002008-07-09T14:37:42.174+01:00in case you are sitting here bored...
... i know, i know, that could never happen! press play and a whole bunch of coloured blocks appear. where there are three or more blocks of the same colour, click on them to make them disappear.
Gadget by LabPixies.com bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-85446242135960288452008-07-09T11:31:00.002+01:002008-07-09T11:33:37.510+01:00aftermath.
the father in law was assessing the damage to the house following yesterday's event. nothing major. we did however come across a covered suit stuffed behind a sofa in the posh living room. the boys are renting out a bunch of suits for the big do, y'see.
me: is this the misters?
FIL: hmm. it might be.
me: look it's his size. it must be. fancy leaving it here.
FIL: put it away bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-13633594980748388042008-07-09T09:12:00.010+01:002008-07-09T14:20:43.031+01:00last night i was introduced to new hip term sharking. this is the evil look a gal gives you, simply becoz she hates yer. example:
sister #4: omg! did you see ----?
sister #5: bushra, she was so sharking you cos you looked ten times better than her!
don't ya just love weddings? the boy threw up three times, so by the end of the evening i didn't smell of Anna Sui anymore. and then i bragged to a bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-22337382078007703372008-07-08T10:48:00.006+01:002008-07-08T11:00:42.689+01:00brother #4: fudgeit's back!
me: yes it is.
brother #4: you shoulda kept that other blog too, you know.
me: nah, i think it was getting toxic.
brother #4: ooh, is that why you got a kidney infection?
me: hey, maybe that's why!
reactions to the arms are mixed. sister #2 is impressed. as is office person G. most people don't know what to say. neither do i. and no, it didn't hurt. that much.
lookbushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-2587968835089813542008-07-07T10:55:00.006+01:002008-07-07T11:48:14.650+01:00late for the train this morning, left my phone in the bathroom. no way could i leave it there. apparently office person D was waiting for the same train and told me off for talking too loud on the phone. need to do something about that. and also something about crossing my fingers on my left hand as i type because it is killing my skillz.
anyway. wedding week is here. brother in law #1 gets bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-54998802584247297762008-07-07T09:39:00.005+01:002008-07-07T09:46:48.052+01:00offered to download some tv for office person A, because my PC is just sitting there until some decent TV arrives (mad men is back on july 27, so not much of a wait).
me: here you go. season 1, episode 1.
A: yay!
office person A2: season 1 episode 1 of what?
me + A: you don't want to know.
A2: girly stuff?
A: yep.
A2: sex and the city, isn't it?
A + me: yep.
A2: i have four seasons of bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-63300216079514819342008-07-04T15:56:00.002+01:002008-07-04T15:58:49.071+01:00whoa. 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.bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-18562289400086938512008-07-04T09:28:00.002+01:002008-07-04T09:31:40.003+01:00office 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'.bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403508245369735818.post-5205930752614475432008-07-04T09:06:00.005+01:002008-07-04T12:28:54.992+01:00day 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 bushrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434429764866383044noreply@blogger.com