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Stuff and more Stuff

Filed Under: Life and stuff, Parenting, Rant by Tasmiya — 1 Comment
March 10, 2008

*Sigh*.

I lament the demise of the midday nap. This is a sad day in my parenting life and I am sure parents all over the world will empathise. 2 year old has decided he does not need the middle of the day nap which means he will continue his whining and demanding for 13 hours STRAIGHT. No respite or relief for poor 4 year old and me during the day and 7 year old and husband will have to deal with it in the afternoon and evenings. I am in for a month or so (oh dear God let it ONLY be a couple of weeks) of bouts of narcolepsy, terrible tantrums come 5 o’clock and at dinner time, inappetance and general grumpiness which the poor family will need to just suck it up and deal. AND THAT IS JUST ME, PEOPLE! Lord knows what the 2 year old will dish out.

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We finally got a gardener to come and fix up the garden. Of course we are green thumbs and horticulturists and landscape artists – it’s just that we don’t have the time and I am lazy and I hate getting my hands dirty. The garden actually looks decent alhamdulillah. I’ve had to call over 10 different people, 5 of whom said straight out they were too busy or did not work in this area. The other 5 however got my details, asked what I needed done, organised a time for a quote and then DID NOT SHOW UP. What is going on? Do they take a drive through the neighbourhood, assume we are povos with no money (which isn’t that far from the truth – that dishwasher cost a fortune) and then leave quietly. Do they take one look at the yard, realise it’s beyond repair and beat a hasty retreat? Even if they are busy and yes I can completely understand that people are busy and alhamdulillah they have work now that the rains have come but if you can’t make your appointment then ring to cancel or reschedule! It isn’t that difficult. Plus remember – one day you will enrage a woman who has the memory of an ELEPHANT when it comes to being wronged and she will warn others never to accept your gardening services EVER EVER AGAIN BECAUSE YOU NEVER HAD THE DECENCY TO CALL BACK OR PITCH UP FOR YOUR APPOINTMENT, GRAHAM and RAHEEM (I think this is a Muslim man, because his surname sounds eerily familiar and if this is the case then SHAME ON YOU TWICE!) and SHANE and JIM and JAMES.

And I don’t want to sound like I’m threatening you guys or anything but – I have your number. And I know where you live.

I may take it upon myself to NOT CALL you. Or better yet NOT TURN UP AT YOUR PLACE AND REARRANGE YOUR GARDEN FOR YOU.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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And now that I’ve finished whinging, let me tell you about my wonderful children. 4 year old will always open the boot for me and 7 year old proceeds to fold up the pram and put it securely in the boot while I am busy strapping in the 2 year old. These are my little angels.

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These are the People in your Neighbourhood…

Filed Under: Life and stuff by Tasmiya — 4 Comments
February 21, 2008

Oh my gosh three posts in a day. I am ON FIRE!

I think everyone has a wierd person who lives on their street. We have a hoarder (not confirmed but deduced from the numbers of boxes and bottles sitting outside her front door for over 4 years.) A wierd man who walks around his front yard without a shirt or shoes and proceeds to mow his lawn. I’m not a gawker and I don’t check men out but really and I say this with only love and deep concern for his safety and wellbeing – this man should not be shirtless. Ever. He needs to wear his shirt in the shower. In the bath. All the time. He shouldn’t even take it off to change shirts. He should hose himself down (with the shirt on of course) and hang himself to dry.

Back to our hoarder. She’s a blonde blue eyed old lady called Sharon* I see her walking down the street with loads of plastic bags searching in nearby bins. She takes what she needs and carries on walking. I caught her moving half a tree down the street and promptly placing it in our wheelie bin..until she saw me and then took the offending tree out and and placed it in the bin across the street. Maybe she isn’t a hoarder if she’s throwing stuff out. Maybe she’s cured.

To digress here a minute, I really have no idea what the etiquette is when one has so much rubbish and one’s bin is full up. I don’t see the problem with anyone putting stuff in my bin (unless it’s a dismembered body or any dead creature even if it’s whole) although I would hope in general that if someone is thinking of putting their junk in someone else’s bin (not a euphemism) they would be asking first.

The other day, she was taking a leisurely stroll down the street and as I waved my hello she smiled and waved back and picked up my local newspaper, took off the plastic cover and the rubber band, carefully replaced my newspaper on the ground and kept walking. She did the same to the neigbour’s houses. All along the street. The people next door came home to a soggy paper! I didn’t know what to say.

Then there was the mysterious good Samaritan putting everyone’s recycling bin out. The whole street’s recycling bins were placed neatly awaiting the rubbish collection van. It wasn’t even RECYCLING DAY. I am sure the culprit is Sharon. She has thing for rubbish.

*Patently a lie as I don’t wish for her to come and kill me in my sleep one day

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