It's a jungle life

As usual, life goes on for a non-working momma while the whole world's snoring away peacefully.

My body's still sore from pulling up weeds, lemon grass, and daun pandan in the mini jungle out back last Thursday. You could say it's kind of a new year resolution, trying to rid of weeds and twines that keep popping up and poking their nasty lil' claw-like, thorny tentacles (they look like tentacles to me) under my kitchen door.

So there I was, spending a perfectly sunny morning stuffing armfuls of dead leaves, dead pandan roots, and all kinds of rubbish in sacks. Had to stop early though 'cause I ran out of sacks, haha. It was a blessing because, eventhough a tiger could've hidden in the mini jungle and you mightn't have known it, there wasn't any pesky mosquitoes laying about in all that rubbish. Good thing, too, or both my husband and I would've been sued for mosquitoe-breeding, haha... After two weeks of mindless house-keeping activities, plus, juggling time for both my son and hubby, it was time for a quiet R&R. Like I wrote before, I managed to 'decorate' two cakes with the 'help' of my lil one. So the result is as you see below:

Mr. Teddy-Bear and the strawberry-iced chocolate cake

See the pinkish icing? It's strawberry-flavoured and as my husband already eaten half the cake and nearly all the teddy-bear, I'd say it was a successful experiment, hehehe... So, till next time. See ya!

The meanderings of an old non-working momma

It's an ordeal trying to decorate a cake with your lil' one wailing and yelling in the background. The result? A very comot cake. But hopefully still tasty :P

Now he's on my lap, konon2 trying to type something on the keyboard like a budak kecik perasan besar. Huhu... He's even swinging his legs to the music like a big budak kecik, the lil tyke. Arghhhh... Tu la akibatnya tido awal. He's hyperactive during midnight, forcing his mother to 'play' with him (play what I dunno la, haha. Malam buta dah. Matahari pun dah lolap).

Next week he's getting his six-month shot. I dunno how this kid stands it but it gives me the willies just getting inject with a syringe every time for my three-monthly perancang keluarga. Huuaaahh... Lobang2 badan den.

Well. Guess I'll try and dodoi me big little boy. Ta!

It's a dead, tiring, and torturous week

It's been a couple of weeks since I last updated my blog. It's not as if I haven't anything to write about. To be honest, I've been pretty busy arranging some new-bought furnitures at home. Hehe...

About a month ago hubby's been talking about this simple yet nice dressing table he saw at a furniture shop. It's not too expensive, just right for a simple ol' non-working momma like me (I don't do make-up. Never have and p'bably never will. So it'll p'bably stay empty except for my hair brush and perfumes if I bought it, huhu). N'ways, he said it was 'just nice' and said he could picture me sitting on the stool, doing my hair in front of the mirror. Cewah... He also said he scouted out a few almari baju and kitchen counters, well within our budget, so to say. If there's a small coffee table we'll probably buy one too, he added.

So one fine morning (it was last Sunday) we went to Perdana Furniture shop in Tawau to look at these 'fine' things. As usual, when planned to buy three things we ended up with six instead. The other three? Well, we couldn't find a small coffee table that's not been 'attached' to a set of sofas (mahal beb beli satu set semata2 nak meja :p ), so instead we bought a Mickey Mouse cupboard for our clothes, two kitchen counters for my kitchen appliances, a desk for my hubby's PC, a dressing table, and an office chair (ala2 big boss punya).

As always, after buying new furnitures there's no other thing in our minds than to think "Mana aku nak letak sume benda ni?". Huhuhu... And so begins the tale of moving old furnitures about the house to 'accomodate' these 'newly-arrivals'.

Phewww... It's no joke man buying six furnitures at once. First, you got to scrub 'em clean. Second, you got to line 'em with paper so that it's much easier to clean them later. Third, you got to move 'em around till you're satisfied with the results. And it's not just new furnitures that has got to be rubbed down. The old ones needs to be scrubbed too to get rid of the Cicak Man's cousin's poop (paham2 jelah eh). And if that's not bad, you need to scrub the floors too to get rid of grime, dirt, and fallen Cicak Man's poop. Good grief. Just thinking about it makes me tired. So I guess I'll turn in now. Cheerio!