My cousin sent me this to de-stress and I thought I would share it with all my wonderful iLand friends.

There were two nuns.. One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM) , and the other one was known as Sister Logical (SL) . It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent. 

SM:Have you noticed that a man has been following us for the past thirty-eight and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants. 
SL:It's logical. He wants to rape us. 

SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the most! What can we do? 
SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster. 

SM: It's not working. 
SL: Of course it's not working. The man did the only logical thing. He started to walk faster, too. 

SM : So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute. 
SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both. 

So the man decided to follow Sister Logical. 

Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is worried about what has happened to Sister Logical . 

Then Sister Logical arrives. 

SM: Sister Logical ! Thank God you are here! Tell me what happened! 
SL : The only logical thing happened. The man couldn't follow us both, so he followed me 

SM : Yes, yes! But what happened then? 
SL : The only logical thing happened. I started to run as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could. 

SM : And? 
SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me. 

SM : Oh, dear! What did you do? 
SL : The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up. 

SM : Oh, Sister! What did the man do? 
SL : The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants. 

SM:Oh, no! What happened then? 

SL : Isn't it logical, Sister? A nun with her dress up can run faster than a man with his pants down. 

And for those of you who thought it would be dirty, 

Say two Hail Marys! 

Being neither a mathematical nor logical person, I am still saying my Hail Mary cos I don't think 2 is enough for the thoughts that ran through MY mind :)

My son. My Hero. My monet. He is the one sticking out his tongue on my iLand. That was about 2 years ago. He is a young man now….ripe old age of 6  :)

Last Saturday, as my man was away, I decided to take my kids out to a new mall that we had yet to visit. The only reason for going there was that I found out that there was a playground and a water play area on the second floor. (My kids are absolute water babies – another one of my traits what they have inherited) All this was meant to be a surprise to my little treasures who kept asking incessantly where we were going. I packed extra clothes for them in case they got wet in the water area.

When we got there it was certainly worth seeing their gleeful faces screaming “Thanks, Ma! You are the best Ma! etc” They played in the playground and as they started playing the in water area, I told my helper to watch over them as I went to get 2 cappuccinos for the both of us. I sat down and took out a book to read and then added sugar to my drink. Looked at them and smiled to myself seeing them looking so happy. Just as I was about the stir my drink I heard terrified voices screaming “Ma! Ma!” I looked up and saw my monet running towards me with his face full of blood and right behind him was his little sister with blood on her face also. (They collided into each other while running in the water)

I do not know where I obtained the strength but I grabbed them and threw a towel to my helper to apply pressure on my little girl’s forehead while she leaned back on a chair. My son….gosh….there was a pool of blood around him and I did not know where the actual injury was. Sat him down and rested his head backwards. That was when I discovered that he had cut his upper lip and the inner flesh was dangling. Tried to clean him up the best way I could while assuring him, my little one and my older girl (who squatted on the floor crying out of fear). All this while I kept asking myself what my mum and sis would do in a situation like this. I was kicking myself for not taking up medicine like most of my family did. While I tried to sound as calm as possible while talking to them I tried to remove their wet clothes on put on the fresh ones when I realized that my hands were trembling so much that I could not pull down my little girl’s pants. My helper on seeing this told me she would do it.

The security personnel came and said that they had called for an ambulance but the obstinate mule that I am told them that I would drive my kids to the hospital myself. I carried both of them and rushed to the carpark. 50kg in total. Don’t think I will ever be able to achieve that feat again. I don’t know how I reached the hospital but we did and the doctor said that my little girl’s cut on the forehead was rather superficial and could be glued back (not sure if I am using the correct terms). But my son, the injury was deep and he had to be sedated for them to stitch it.

They attended to my little girl first while they prepared for him. She cried a little and when it was done, she was her usual self, running around in the A & E. My son lay on the bed and I held his arms down while whispering into his ear how much I loved him and that I would be right there waiting when he opened his eyes. They gave him 2 painful injections and he was out. “Mummy, can you wait outside and maybe you would like to wash up in the meantime” said the young doctor. I looked at myself and realized that my hands, legs and footwear were covered with dried blood.

I sat out there waiting, like a zombie….and praying. Something I have not done in a long while. I was willing to make any bargain with God…..just make my son alright. Since he was one, he has always been sensitive to my feelings. If I was sad, he would sense it and would just sit beside me…..his way of comforting me.

About 2 years ago when I returned home just before midnight after giving lectures, I had a nasty fall down a staircase. The fall caused bruises on my arms and back but the most affected was my neck. The back of my neck was swollen and I could not turn my head for weeks.

The day after that incident I explained to my kids what had happened and they wanted to see the bruises. I showed it to them and my girls continued watching TV after that but not Naveen. He just stood in front of me and hung his head down. When I reached out to touch him, he just broke down uncontrollably and could not talk. Finally in the midst of his sobs, he said “I am so sorry Ma, I was not there to help you and take care of you. If I was there, you would not have fallen.” That broke my heart to pieces and it was more painful than the physical pain I was in.

Well, I am not sure if I have been tagged but dear darling Monalisa has requested that I tag along. Now, how can I turn down one of my favourite friends. So, no fancy pictures like the rest but a boring and plain Q & A.... Just like me (plain and boring )

1.LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER ? 

Gosh! Seems like yonks ago but my daughter just reminded me it was Iron Man with my kids. How can I forget Robert Downey Jr?!?! I was dreaming of him for weeks after that while my man was having nightmares about my sweet dreams.

   2 WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?  Finally got my personal copy of Dicken's Bleak House. Read it when I was 14 and promised myself then that I would get my own copy when I started working. Just got it at a sale for a whopping $5. Well, better late than never :)

  3 FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?  Scrabble....hands down and of course Risk.

  5 FAVORITE SMELLS? Freshly cut grass.....the rain....my kids.....and most of all......my man....even after a hard day's work and everyone thinks he stinks. Yes, I know I am hopeless.

 7 WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? When my kids or man is hurt and there is nothing I can do to make it better. Helplessness and hopelessness!!

 9 FAVORITE FASTFOOD PLACE?. Anywhere my man wants to eat.

10 FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?. Hmmm...Named them all already.....Nusha Dakshyni....Naveen Krisna....Navya Niseetha. I want more but my man says he will run away! 

11 FINISH THE STATEMENT: `IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY, I'D  Ensure my kids are full secured for rest of their lives, send my mum and her sisters on a world tour, open an orphanage and give them all the love imaginable.
 
12 DO YOU DRIVE FAST?! What a question?! Of course. Wheels were invented for that. My man and I love long fast drives. Just decide to go off at midnight...drive for 5 - 7 hours, check into a hotel......drive even faster and hotter there and head back after some rest ;)

14 STORMS: COOL OR SCARY? Definitely cool. I love to get wet in a storm but what is even better is being with my man in the bed then ;)

16 FAVORITE DRINK? Tequila. Hit me with you best shot baby!!

 18 DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Yes, the crispier the better.

 21 FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Now this is going to sound absolutely boring......snooker. Of course only when I am alone. Otherwise, it is badminton and football.

22 WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? Dust. my domestic helper does not do a good job :)

23 WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS AGAIN? My man...with a wife like me :)

24 MORNING PERSON OR NIGHT OWL? Both...dun get much sleep and am chirpy and alert all the time.

25 OVER-EASY OR SUNNY-SIDE UP?  Anything but sunny-side up (if we are talking about egss). Hate the "leak". Makes me nauseous.

26 FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX? My garden with tequila or in my man's arms....with tequila.

27 FAVORITE PIE? No pies for me. Yucks! 

28 FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR? Went off ice-cream like 10 years ago.

29 WHO WOULD YOUR DREAM DATE BE? As Mona said, Denzel Washington....Robert Downey Jr....but most of all.....My Man. Well, as for my man...it's still a dream date cos he is so comfortable being married, he has forgotten that I have needs and desires too!! 

 30 OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU TAGGED THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?

Aboslutely no idea but I do want to hear from my favourite "Madh-heaven"

31 ARE YOU A VEGETARIAN ? I was for many years until my mum sent me on this emotional guilt trip. Now the main non-veg I take is fish, just to please her. 

 32 YOUR FIRST LIP ENCOUNTER – When and Where – 1) In the Balcony 2) Behind the School Bus 3) In the movie theater  or………. My man....on his cheek when we were 13 ..... on his birthday !

33 DO YOU SLEEP IN THE BUFF? My policy is simple....why put on stuff when you only going to take them off and risk tearing them in the process ;) 

34 If you SEE a PERSON in the buff what would you do ? a)scream "There is a naked person"!!!!!!! b)cover your eyes c) drool

 Keep them company?!?! No. Will probably act cool and cover the areas that ought to be covered, with a duvet and walk away.

35 MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT     My son walking into my room in the  middle of the night when....

Now, I TAG the ol' fav.....our very own "Madh-heaven".....Please do us the honours :)

I have always been an optimistic person, looking at the bright side of things, etc. But this morning, after going through my daily morning routine and hopping into the car to get to work, all of a sudden I just wanted to drop dead. Not commit suicide or anything morbid of that sort. But just to take my last breath. When I told my man that while he was driving, all I received was his usual glare which he gives when he thinks I am talking nonsense. I always thought that if looks could kill, his glare would definitely do the job. Unfortunately, this time round, I did not feel a stab in any of my vital organs for me to go gagging for breath and just drop dead. Hmmmm…..I am known to have not much luck.

I don’t know what brought this on. My life going through a roller coaster ride for the past few years? My hectic schedule? My feeling of non-appreciation that no matter what I do it’s just not enough? The politics in my office ruled by the petty, pea-brained people? Me bending over to please and cater to people when it is hardly ever reciprocated? No sleep for the past 4 days?

Well, I have been through each of the above individually before and sometimes cumulatively as well, but I never wished to drop dead just like that. I have often counseled people in depression and suicidal, telling them that there is light at the end of the tunnel; no situation is hopeless; every human has a mission in life; there are people who need them; etc.

Going through the things I have said to these people, I now realize why they always gave me murderous looks. All that is a whole lot of crap when somebody  feels that his life is meaningless. Come to think of it, maybe all of these people are still alive and kicking today because I have given them a mission in life. A mission to see this stupid idiotic woman who does not know what she is talking about to kick the bucket first and then throw a party! Maybe I should give one of them a call to see if their murderous looks will actually materialize since my man’s killer glare did not do the job ;)

So, I have decided to take stock of this situation before it gets out of hand. My final analysis is that I sorely need a break. A break for myself for my own sanity. I am exhausted mentally and physically. I need breathers that last more than 20 minutes a day, if at all. Dropping dead is just an escape to rest….perpetually. But, will I really be guaranteed a rest once I take my last breath?? Will Lucifer have his field day with me? Yes, theology teaches us many things about life after death and to a large extent I am inclined to believe it. But how will I know whether I have passed life’s test to sit in heaven or failed miserably to Satan’s glee ;)

While analyzing this, I was reminded of this part of my favourite soliloquy in Hamlet:

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil

Must give us pause…………….

All of a sudden, I feel more at peace with myself and my life. My 3 beautiful kids, my family, friends, pets, work. I have decided that it is the better the devil you know than that you don’t.

So be it. Let life’s challenges come swinging by. I am exhausted, yes, it’s true, but I will not go down without a fight until God says “Hey Shalini won’t you ever give up. IT is TIME NOW.” Then let my soul be flown to wherever it has to go, as a pet in heaven or a pest in hell or vice versa. So be it.

Till then all of you can keep giving me killer stares or murderous looks. It ain’t gonna work with this tough cookie. Come on, hit me with your best shot ;)

I was drawn into iLand whilst in search of my maternal grandfather's roots. Being a 3rd generation Malaysian Indian and wanting to know so much about the man that I love most, I googled his name "Raru Kunjan". The search results were countless and then I stumbled upon a blog with the name "Raru" mentioned in it. With excitement, I wrote to the blogger and he almost instantly replied and tried hard to assist in my search. He was most gentlemanly and warm.

Although my search yielded no results, I found a new friend and through him, I have met so many beautiful, interesting and intelligent people with a great sense of humour. Friends like Sunshine, Frozen Sun, Sameera, Monalisa, Dilip Krishnan, to name a few. Never thought I would become a blogger but he has somehow got me hooked on it.

The contents of his blogs are completely unpredictable. You never know what he is going to hit you with. Sometimes, it can be an entire blog on a single word like "count" and others can be a quotation and he lets his mind wander. I know all my iLand friends when they see my name inviting them to read my new post will go (with a drag) "Oh...it's Shalini again...Which man has she written about now?!?" ;)   See, I can be so predictable and not wanting to disappoint anyone out there who thinks they know me well....this post is about a MAN too!

Going by the number of comments posted on his blogs is a clear indication that many of us just wait for his next blog. As for me, reading his blogs (which he seems to post once a month) keeps my grey matter pondering about his views and how he lays it out so well. It is amazing and a fantastic de-stresser in my hectic life.

This post is but a simple tribute and thanks to that man. I know his blogs have enriched people in many ways. Some of you would have guessed who he is. What's his name again??

Mad?....Maddy?.....Madhu?.....Mad-heaven?....PK Madhavan. Woo-hoo!! :)

THANK YOU! Please keep the blogs coming cos we are sooooo Madh About You.

Anita O Anita why do you do this to yourself. I have often asked myself of this. Anita has been my friend since we were 8, We went our separate ways when we were 13 and in different schools but we were always close. I know I confided in her no matter what was going on but only recently at the age of 28 she started confiding in me. After marrying the love of her life of 10 years. They got married 4 years ago against their parents' wishes. A Registry ceremony like what you see in the movies.

4 years on I ask her what a beautiful person like her is doing in a marriage like this. She says is it love. I wouldn't know cos I have not loved like Anita before. She always has had this immense capacity to love like no one I have ever known. She would love her enemies and turn as many cheeks as they wanted to slap her and yet she would keep smiling. People would ride her and step on her like a doormat but she would still be smiling saying it is up to God to punish.

Now she says her man has been going through a tough time and has 'lost' himself. I ask her who hasn't but she just brushed it off with a smile like I am the biggest idiot on earth. Her man has been sleeping with other women and she says it is alright cos he is open with her and only does it if she arranges it or knows about it.

I tell her this is ridiculous but she doesn't see or at least pretends so. I guess that is her way of dealing with her pain. He is manipulating her. He knows what makes her tick and uses it to his advantage. Can't you see, Anita?? Why do you allow him to do this to you??

"He only does it when I tell him to do so. Just to release his stress at work." What bullshit I tell her. She tells me I don't understand. Her man is perfect. God-fearing. He lights the altar everyday. It is just that he has lost himself and his mind has strayed cos of that. What bullshit!

I could not believe my ears when she told me, crying, that she had allowed her man to take out this foreign exchange student who was living with them. She said it happened so fast she did not know what hit her.

One night, the 3 of them were watching TV and she went to the bathroom. When she came out she heard the both of them talking but they hushed up the moment she came out. She went back into her room and her man followed saying that he had asked her out and she was not sure cos of Anita. Anita, being the person she is, went to the living room and told the girl that it was alright with her if she wanted to go out with her man. That night Anita spent the night at her mother's house. Her man had a blissful and stress-free night with the house-mate. 

Days after that her man broke down and cried saying that all he wanted was Anita and that he did not know why he did what he did. This went on for some time. He would be intimate with Anita and then go to the girl to finish it off. Anita kept telling herself that was just a phase her man was going through and he would be hers 100% once again.

"Shelly, he is not what you think" she told me. " "He is not like any other man". In my heart I asked myself "Show me a man who does not make use of his woman this way and I will believe you ware married to a saint"

When she was present, her man always treated the girl as if the girl was scum. He never spoke with her and if they all went out together, he would ask Anita why was SHE tagging along. All this made Anita feel good. Like though she was the one her man wanted. But when it came to nightfall and they were intimate in bed together, it was a different story. The strange part is that her man always made Anita feel that she was so damn good in bed and he HAD to try it out with some other woman and the girl was most convenient. My gullible Anita believed it.

Anita realised that her man was always flirting with the girl whenever he thought Anita was not around. Last night,after putting her baby to bed, she went to the bathroom and came out to cook for her man, She found her man and the girl laughing away in the kitchen. She stepped backed. Her man thought that she was going to take a shower and probably thought he had some time with the girl.

Anita walked back into the bathroom asking herself why her man did not talk to the girl at all the whole day that all 3 of them were together?? Why did he choose to go into the kitchen when she went to the bathroom??

She decided to watch some TV in the hall when her man asked her if she was coming to bed. She obliged cos she did not want to offend her man. He had a knack of turning things round to make everything wrong on earth to be her fault.

Being so in love with him, she could not stop herself from getting intimate with him and when she was at a height, she, with all stupidity that only a woman in love can have, said that he could go to the girl and have his way but just come back and sleep with her.

Her man went and came back shortly. She felt that he was wet but he said he had not climaxed as the girl was tired. But her man did not make any effort at making love to her. The next minute she knew he was snoring. It was then she realised that if her man did not have a fling, he would rather sleep than make love to her. Her, Anita, who was so in love with her man and would do anything under the sun for him.

That was when she called me.....at 1.30am crying her heart out.........

Yesterday morning I overheard my 6 year old son say "Stupid" and immediately my 4 year old daughter said in an almost threatening tone "Ho-ho, you said a bad word. I am going to tell Amma." Yes, "stupid" is a taboo word in my home. Call me "stupid" but I believe that the word is one of the most demoralisng words that can be  used on another person (although some people truly deserve it), especially amongst children.

This little scene got me thinking of the taboo words in my personal "dictionary" and how I have modified, deleted and/or substituted them over the years. Here are some of them:-

1. Pass flatus - i.e. "fart" (I cringe even as I type this word); let out gas. My father who passed away when I was 16 was somewhat an easy going man but he never or at least I never heard him) use any vulgarities, "fart" included. We always said "pass flatus" like prim and proper girls to the point that using it came as naturally as passing flatus. Many of my friends did not understand what I meant when I said that and they tought I was absolutely weird. Why say pass flatus when you can say fart. I remember when I was in London doing my Bar, my good friends gave me a perplexed look before falling off their chairs laughing when I said it. Despite being ridiculed about it, it is still in my personal dictionary and I have passed it on to my kids. Let them bear the ridiculing too until they are ready to drop it out of their own personal dictionaries (but not in my presence though).

2. Colourful expletives - One might think if I cringe at the word "fart", colourful expletives would be a definite no-no. But alas, that was only true until I got married.....and it has nothing to do with my marriage. My man, how shall I term it......is more street-wise. We grew up in completely different worlds. There are times when my man can have a full conversation with a good friend just using expletives and what amazed me was that they actually understood each other! Once, I tried to have such a conversation with him by sending him a message while we were at work. Simple numerical message: 12429 (Simple but those who can't make it out, go figure ;) Well, that turned him on so much but that's another story altogether.

So, I tried them for fun another day on my man, just for a laugh and it was funny. We still do that only in a joking manner NOT within the earshot of our kids. Now, I have "progressed" to extending the usage with him to when I am frustrated a situation at work or something. It's still between us and I would not dream of using it otherwise.

Talking about expletives, the 4 letter word is probably the most popular. It's F this and F that or what the F is going on or who the F does he think he is. Tracing the true meaning of the infamous word, it dates way back when policemen made rounds to curb prostitution and when these people were caught, these policemen had to insert an entry into the station's file as to the reason for the arrest. The term used for such a situation was caught for Fornication Under Carnal Knowledge. Since it was a long term to keep writing, they shortened it to the current 4 letter word. So the next time you say F you, you are actually saying fornication under carnal knowledge you :)

3. Shit - This is still taboo. It's faeces or droppings my dear, not bird's shit or have you finished shitting. I attribute this idiosyncracy of mine to my wonderful mum and her medical background. It has always been B.O i.e. "bowels open" meaning you managed to successfully answer nature's call. The other one is P.U i.e "pass urine". Yes, these are passed to my kids too and yes, they will be ridiculed but I don't give shit, ooops, I don't give a faeces :)

4. Fat - Nothing really "bad" about this word but I find people tend to use it very insensitively. So it remains in my dictionary and that of my kids' current ones.

Well, this is my somewhat short list although with point 2 above, one can actual write a novel. What's yours? 

Someone sent the following to me. Not meant to be offensive but I am posting it here to see how true the descriptions are. I have not been fortunate to live and taste life in India although I can relate to some of the comments in the "Outside India" column. So, please, folks, what's your take on this? Any truth??

Well, My Man is back (Woo-Hoo!!) and I am in seventh, eighth, ninth...... heaven. A friend forwarded the following and I wanted to share them with all my friends to kick-start a jolly good weekend. To the more sensitive ones, this isn't male-bashing. I love men (many of my bestfriends are men). They are like children. It's just that they never grow up. TGIF folks :-)

Question: What is the difference between men and puppies?
Answer: Puppies grow up.


Question: Why do men always have a stupid look on their faces?
Answer: Because they are...


Question: What do men have in common with ceramic tiles?
Answer: Fix them properly once and you can walk all over them forever.


Question: If you drop a man and a brick out of a plane, which one would hit the ground first?
Answer: Who cares?????

Question: What did God say after he created man?
Answer: I can do better than this! And then he created woman!!!.


Question: What's the difference between an intelligent man & a UFO?
Answer: I don't know, I've never seen either.


Question: What are two reasons why men don't mind their own business?
Answer: i) no mind ii) no business


Question: Why did Moses wander in the desert for 40 years?
Answer: Because even back then men wouldn't ask for directions.
 
Question: What is the difference between men and pigs?
Answer: Pigs don't turn into men when they drink...


Question: What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?
Answer: The same urge that makes dogs chase vehicles they have no intention of driving.

Question: What do you do with a man who thinks he's God's gift?
Answer: Exchange him!!


Question: Why do men like smart women?
Answer: Opposites attract.

I am so absolutely totally utterly head over heels in love with my man. There I said it. This post is for two reasons. One, my man has been traveling so much of late and being away from him is killing me. Aaarrgghh!! Two, this is in response to the countless questions posed to me (including my darling sister who has nightmares about my married life after reading Her Man) whether my man was Her Man of my earlier posts. Well, for all out there who wondered (You, too, Chech!!)….. My man is my man and not Her Man J

This is the longest he has been away since we married and I feel like a love-sick teenager. We have been talking on the phone so much, I dread receiving my mobile phone bill this month. It is sure to cost a bomb.

Strangely, for this particular stretch of his absence, I have realized a few things:

1. I don’t need the duvet when sleeping each night but when he is around I grumble that he hogs it and I am left feeling cold.

2. I sleep at the edge of my bed but when he is around I want more space.

3. I have great difficulty sleeping with his elephant-like trumpeting (snores). Now I have great difficulty sleeping without the snores.

4. I miss making coffee in the morning for him when I used to wonder why he could not make it himself (when rushing for work).

5. I miss whipping up a quick dish at mid-night to feed my hungry man. But when he is around I wish you would just eat some bread instead.

6. Usage of my mobile phone was purely to contact my kids, family and friends. Now, I only want to use it to hear his voice.

7. His loud voice used to irritate me when all I wanted was peace and quite after a stressful day at work. Now the house is too quiet and I feel I am going bonkers.

8. I complained when he asked me to pick out his clothes for work. Now, I have planned his outfits for the rest of the month!

9. I pick up after him from discarded clothes, his paperwork, shoes, etc grumbling all the way. Now the house is too clean and I am looking for things to do.

10. I fight with him all the time for the Xbox which he hogs just like our duvet. Now, I don’t even bother switching it on.

11. All of a sudden my man has no flaws!!

People say love does the strangest things. I guess it does. It makes a sane person go looney….just like me. Well folks, till I hear his voice again, the butterflies in my stomach will be doing the Olympics. God knows if I will be able to make it to next week to be in my man’s arms once again. Double Aaaarrrggghhhhh!!!!!

For all my iLand friends who enquired about my absence….thank you so much. It really touched me as I did not know I would be missed. Well, folks, I am back….or at least I think I am J