Ridiculous Girl

So I wanted to start off this blog by giving someone a round of applause.   A single mom who NEVER puts herself first.  Someone who works a full-time job and then races home (never making ANY pit-stops between work and the house) and then spending the next few hours focused completely on her 2 children until they go to sleep.  Someone who stays up late cutting up stupid vegetables for her kid's school snacks even though all she wants to do is watch re-runs of Sex and the City and drink red wine. Aaaannnnnddd..... someone who recently performed the unthinkable .   She managed to spend every single day of the March Break with her children without once crying, losing her head or throwing a temper tantrum. Only a SAINT could do such a thing. This "someone" that I am referring to is of course ...........me :)  (Everyone jumps up and gives a huge round of applause while screaming "YOU'RE THE BEST RIDICULOUS GIRL!!"  and "YOU SET PARENTAL ST...

A couple of weeks ago, on a Saturday night, I went to my BFF's for dinner and drinks with her and her husband.  After dinner, we drank wine and laughed and caught up on our busy lives.   My best friend started telling a story when she suddenly abruptly stopped talking.   She said  "oops"  and started laughing. I looked at her with a confused look....and then at her hubby. "What's wrong?"   I asked. "Oh nothing!"  she said,  "Mike just doesn't like when I swear."   "You swore??"   I suddenly realized that I was the only one in the room who wasn't phased by her gratuitous language. I looked over at Mike and asked,  "Why can't she swear??" He answered casually,   "Well, it's not very lady-like.  And I don't find it attractive." I left their house that night feeling very perplexed. 2 days later, I got a text from yet another girlfriend who wrote that for lent she was going to gi...

....continued from last entry.  This is the LAST one though!  I PROMISE!  ;) I sat still and completely stunned once I heard the voice.   "Who was that?"  I whispered. I looked slowly to my left......and then to my right.  Nobody was there.   I then cautiously tippy-toed to the kid's playroom where both girls were playing with their barbies.  Other than the kids, no one was there either.  But my "mommy-timing" was perfect as I did catch Lola throwing Molly's barbie out of the barbie corvette just as Molly turned to grab something else.  But I didn't have time to reprimand this action......I was dealing with voices in my head after all. And not the usual ones that tell me it's time for a Mars bar (those ones happen a lot by the way). Anyway, I went back to the kitchen and then I whispered again,  "Hello?  Are you still there??" Nothing. Hmmm. Maybe I day-dreamed it??  I was a new mommy after-all....

...continued from last entry.... There is one thing in life that I believe everyone needs to have. Something so great, that if you can't find it, your life will suffer tremendous consequences.   And s omething that your mind and heart already KNOW you need to have, even if you are not consciously aware that it is missing. This "pull" towards that missing link is so strong and vibrates on such a high frequency that if you want it, it has the power to take you on the wildest and most amazing journey as your inner voice searches and searches for what it is looking for. OR........ if you don't have any idea what "IT" is, "IT" can drive you absolutely mad as you go through life relentlessly trying to seek an answer to a question that you don't even know exists.   Of course the latter sentence refers to me. And of course this thing, this "IT", that I am referring to, is PURPOSE. ---------------------------------------...

When I was young, my parents taught me the value of working hard. Tata (my dad),  said the following things to me on a daily basis: 1)  "Life is hard" 2)  "It's hard to watch the show from the cheap seats (which he pronounced cheap SEEDS)" and 3)  "If you're not going to be a doctor, lawyer or dentist, don't bother becoming anything else because you will not get anywhere in life". Tata constantly reiterated that one must work incredibly hard in life, even if that meant hating what you did.  Because as long as you had a great paycheque coming in every week, then you were successful. I did not agree. I didn't know at the time that I didn't agree, but as the years passed and I got older, I knew that my theories did not match those of my beloved father's. It all started when I promised Tata that I would write the MCAT to try and get into med school.  I had no desire whatsoever to write the feared exam.   And yet ...

This story is an " oldie... but a goodie " as my Tata would say. Let's go back in time for a bit, shall we?  About 10 years ago....when I was working for a shoecare company.   I did this part-time gig where I would go to high-end shoe stores and teach the staff how to use shoe-care products.   Usually the job shifts were early in the morning, before the store opened, so I would very often sleep over at my sister's condo the night before so that I didn't have a long commute the next morning. As my sister and I were watching The David Letterman show the night of my sleep-over, I found that I finally hit my wall and needed to call it a night. I announced to my sis that I was ready for bed. "Ok! Sounds good." Mishi answered.  "I'll stay up a little, but I'm hitting the sack soon too." My sister only had one bedroom at the time, so we had to share a bed.   About 10 minutes later, as I was pulling up my covers, she snuck into the bedro...