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7a.m. Wake up! Yawn!! Switch On Lappy Top

 

Check Official site. There are only queries and queries. Have they lost it, they are asking me queries at 7 .15 a.m. in morning? …Procrastinate.

 

7.30 Upload stuff, check website for the unwanted promotions. Delete Delete. Buzz Off!!

 

It’s already 8 a.m Huh!! Get out of bed. Brush, prepare tea, pick lappy top and back to work.

 

Start researching for an article for Donkey Blog. Errrmmm… subscription problem- fix,  Comments not moderated – moderate. Try to add donkey header- no avail. Eeeks!!! It’s 9.30 ! Start researching again.

 

Dammit! It’s time to take bath.

 

11.am. Open Daddy Papersufer. Leave comment. He asking what is the back of a knee called.  Brain Dead! No Answer.  No comment. Fuel.

 

Start researching for Donkey Blog again. Open Drowsey Monkey in another tab. Ohh!! She and Olga are running a competition. Write  a dirty comment. Leave.

 

Errmmm …research and no blogging. Huh!! What is Margaret doing in New York? Oh!! She has added another article. Don’t read till you complete research. Research….

 

It’s already 2 p.m. What? Lunch time. 2p.m.-3.30p.m. lunch.  

 

Back to Lappy Top! Open Official website.  Glace, everything seems alright so far! Ehh!! I had to fave blogs on technorati. Add blogs to technorati. Update profile, no time to add piccyy , check more blogs. Dianne is back from her holiday. Leave comment on her blog.

 

I promised Fracas that I’ll add Fraccers in my Scratch Roll. Add and leave a comment in her Flaunt section.

 

Darn!! I have to write an article now. The research material is there. Let me first check MyBlogLog. Oohh!! There is this Digg Button that I have never used. Update profile, check how to use this silly button. Huh!! Lost it. Freaks!!! It’s 5 p.m.

 

No blogging. Only article. Okay, dedicatedly write an article till 6.15 and upload till 6.30. So far, so good. Tea time

 

7 p.m back to Lappy Top. Check Donkey Blog. No ass has left a comment. Never Mind! It’s just 3 days.  Solve queries on website. I should check what JD is doing. Yeah!! She is was talking about coffee. I love coffee. Leave  a quick comment.

 

Mental note- Check Jay, 70s and Michael before the day ends. Aww!! Rev is sad. Leave hugs for him. (Google Reader is open permanently)

 

Sigh!! Dammitt!! The stats of my blog are not working. Open wordpress forums, search search.

 

Mom (calling)- “Scratchy it’s dinner time. “

Me- “Coming Mom!!”

 

Close Laptop. Dinner and chit chat with family.

 

Back to room by 9.30 Check the stats thingy again. Need to add plugin, add it, looks fine, edit details.  Open FMB, Quick fuel for all.

 

Oh Scratcher’s time. Login to chat…open rest of the websites. Solve queries, add updates.  Chit chat with him for  …eeerrrmm.. 2 hours.. 3 hours. Make more plans. He wants to open another website, which means more work. Keep reading stuff in different tabs while he types. Damn!!

 

Stop chatting, I need to work!  Ummm…1 a.m. ! I think I’ll work tomorrow. Yawn! Good Night!

 

No doubt I have lost my marbles!!

 

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I’d like to thank B4by from The Upside Down of Me for passing the ‘Fun Blog Award’ to me. I am so gleeful.

 

 

I pass this award to Margaret, The Rev , Fracas , and Jay. They are all fun blogs, go check them out.

 

Hugs and Wishes for Fracas and 70s, who have not been keeping well from past few days. I thought I’d present them a few gifts to make them feel better.

 

Fracas– As you all know, that she is a famous Food Porn Chef. No you don’t know? Check my Scratch Roll. So, here I present her a delicacy in her style with a hope that this makes her feel a little better.

 

 

70s– She lurves knitting patterns so, this one is for her. Get Well Soon!

 

 

After spending a moolah on our haircut, it was our turn to take Tuffy to the vet clinic for vaccination. We collected Tuffy from friend’s place, and headed to the same clinic that Tuffy has been going to ever since it became a member of Porshea’s family. The board in front of the clinic said, “We are shifting to Gurgaon to pamper your pets in a five star environment.”  Without giving much heed to the board, we trudged into the clinic. The appointment was fixed, thankfully; the doctor gave the required shots to the fluffy Tuffy and patted its little butt. So far, so good. The doctor handed over the pet to us and said, “Have you never got it a haircut? “ 

 

“Haircut? Don’t talk about the haircut? But why does a pup need a haircut dammit?”,  wondered Porshea. But then she thought that if she wouldn’t get Tuffy a haircut, it would automatically fall into the category of deprived pets, who are not pampered enough by their owners.

 

“How much do you charge for it?”

“$12”

 

I could see Porshea’s face, which showed both the expressions of anger, and astonishment. As it is we were still trying to recover from the fact that we had just spent $40 together for out own haircut. I think she just thought ‘Fuck it! Let’s go for it.”

 

The fluffy white Tuffy was taken to the bathroom area in the other part of the clinic called ‘Pet Grooming Centre’. The shivering pet was shampooed with a bubble-gum pink shampoo, blow-dried, and given a hair cut. To much of our surprise, Tuffy looked emaciated, malnutritioned- adopted pet after the fancy haircut. Though Porshea on one hand was fuming with anger with what hair dresser had done to her pampered baby, and was feeling pity at the same time for the pup. She picked the little pup in her arms and hugged it.

 

The doctor came back with a big grin on his face and said “We are opening a five star Pet Grooming Centre in the Gurgaon area, where you would have facilities such a yoga, grooming, spa, games park, hospital etc. for your pets. This is your membership card.”

 

We took the card with a fake smile on our face, paid the bill, and left the clinic thinking ”What a day!”

 

Today is The World’s Favourite Reverend’s Blogiversary. Go wish him and tell him that I sent you. Do that, he likes attention. Ha!

 

 

Of late a lot of things have been keeping me busy so, I was hoping if someone could update my blog and write for me. Guest post anyone? I was just thinking about this, and I think Someone up there said- Alright! Here you go.!

 

As a routine, yesterday also there were tickling gits at my home to take free sweets from my mom, and there was a lot of chaos and screaming-shouting going on. I was a little irritated so I thought I’d make one of them punish for making so much noise and it’ll be a lesson for all. The punishment would be that one of the young chaps has to write something for my blog or else there would be no sweets for any of them today.*evil grin* One 7 year old among them, who is the naughtiest among the lot and doesn’t leave a chance to tease me was smirking and making faces at me. I decided that he would be the scapegoat for the day. 70s and I have been talking a lot about the elephant posted on her blog so I decided to show him the post first, try to scare him and then ask him to write an essay on ‘I like elephants’. Although my mom tried to protest but I was adamant about it. No essay, no sweets. The rest of the kids were staring me with grim faces, and I am pretty sure that they must be cursing me in their hearts.

 

As soon as I started my laptop, all 10-12 of them jumped on my bed to see what am I going to show to their leader and what cost would they have to pay to get their sweets today. I loaded 70s blog and showed him the post.I asked him whether he liked the elephant? He first stared at me as if I have committed a crime by asking him such a question and how dared I ask such a question to the leader of the gang? In one word he replied,” No”.  Here was my chance.

 

I told him to write a letter to 70s telling her how much he likes elephants and rest of them have to maintain a pin drop silence while he writes the letter. With no option left, he decided to write but he asked for a promise. He said,” You will read this essay after distributing sweets among us.” Silly me. Without even giving it a single thought I said yes.

 

Following is the letter that he wrote:

 

 

Dear 70s Auntie,

 

I don’t like elephants and I don’t like Scratchy but I won’t get my sweets if I don’t write an essay on “I like elephants.”. 

I like elephants. They are nice and cute. They have big bums and I like them. I don’t like their hair pricking me when I ride on them but I like their ears. I like to hang myself on their ears. I don’t like the way they walk with one foot in China and one in India but I want my sweets so I like them. I don’t like them when they blow water on me with their trunk. Elephants like sugarcanes so, I like sugarcanes too but I like chocolates better. We have a God named Ganesha  who has a face like elephant. He looks better than elephants and listen to all my prayers. I pray to him everyday. He has a big tummy and likes eating sweets. I like eating sweets too. I don’t like the picture of the elephant on your blog… it scares me. Why have your parents named you 70s?My name is Ansh.

 

Thank you

Ansh.

 

As soon as he completed writing the letter, he asked me to distribute sweets first, and then only I would get the (precious) note. I snootily asked them to collect the sweets from mom. Yayyyy, they screamed, and left my room throwing the note on the floor. I quicly picked it up and read it. But. Before I could react to what he had written, these gits were standing at a distance from me, teasing me with their tongues out and giggling among themselves. All I could do was shoo them away and sulk. As if I had an option.

 

Note: This was a hand written note but since I don’t have a scanner with me, I have typed it exactly the same. I am sure that you have your sympathies with me. 

 

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