COOKING AND COOKED!!

I feel so drained these days. Like literally tired. I give props to all the moms out there that not only do what I’ve been doing but stay up half the night with their holy wailers!! Lol!!

My dad is visiting and I really need to chronicle this accurately. I have been reverted back to what I used to be. A cook!! He has been cool not to really stress me in that direction but I am just intrigued with the idea of having to cook regardless of if I feel like it or not. I’ve been turning out some really cool 'Olowoshibi' sturvs and I must say I am bursting with pride on my creations. Needless to say his stomach is already protruding after 3 days. Lol!!

On the other hand, I am being cooked!! That's right!! Roasted like a chicken in my own home. It's below freezing outside and the only way I can sleep is to turn off my radiators and leave the window open. The heat is killing me!!! Needless to say I can’t restrict him to his room like a child and localize the heat. It's not even about the money any more because he is paying for all this extra heat. I just feel like my house will go up in smoke with all the extra heat in the house.

I need help somebody! How do you survive with someone on naija body thermostat? Slowly my brain is being cooked mercilessly. I need help. I am too tired to blog or read. The only thing I save my energy for is work!!! Imagine the headstone. HERE LIES UNBIASED WHO WAS SLOWLY ROASTED TO DEATH. Tofiakwa. Mo ko!! Mo ye!! Honestly this is whack (blogging at 5am just for blogging sake). I am going back to bed jo! My consolation? In 2 weeks this will all pass.

WILL THE REAL JESUS PLEASE STAND UP?

This post is so self explanatory if you watch the reading of the poem. I can't stop listening to it right now. It's by Blair Wingo.

THE YEAR BEGINS FUNNY

A friend of mine said to me one day, 'What you do in the first couple of months of the year will set a tone for your whole year'. In my mind i said 'GOD FORBID'. Tofiakwa!!!

My years always seem to start rocky. That better not be even remotely true. I think what she meant was that the goals you set for yourself and act on at the begining of the year will bear fruit in that year. (Much better-that i can live with. lol!!)


In 2007, i started the new year in church. Tired but with this conviction that if i commit my whole year to the Lord great things are sure to follow. Well all i remember about the day that followed is that i got ticked off, frustrated and had a good cry. Nothing tamautic though cause the year went on to be one of accomplishments.

This year, well i did the same thing and it is all repeating itself. January is the pits!! But picking yourself up is really the best you can do. Febuary is here and like a new month i know it holds new beginings for me. Forgetting all that is behind and PRESSING on towards the mark. I have goals and i am running hard to see them come to pass.

So for some of you guys who feel like all the potential of the new year hasn't kicked in, remember that just as the sun always rises to take the night away so shall this new month be.

A time for all the badness, bleakness and pain to go away.
A time for the healing process to be complete.
A time for you to go from one level to another.
A time for you to let go of your regrets.
A time for you to find joy in the little things.
A time to smile for no reason.

Honestly i think i will just come out and say some of what is bugging me jo!!! I think my biological clock is either ticking or being tampered with. Everyone around me is pregnant. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

I am such a baby lover that it's slowly driving me insane. I have to get my act together and move to a place where i have single friends with no kids. The temptation is just too overwhelming.

To make matters worse they all have 'New bride syndrome'. You know the one where they believe that because they are married and have kids everyone should do the same? OMG!!!! It sucks like hell. I can't even find it within me to congratulate a stranger. I have to have known you for like a year for it to be genuine o!!!

Am i evil? I cant say. Green with envy? Hell yeah.
Damn venting helps. (See me now laughing at myself).

Now i am on the level where i think of the hell of no sleep and night feeds. Honestly why cant we deliver 2yr old kids. That's the age they start to be fun.

Okay no venting. Today is friday. I need to find some fun. Get back into the groove. Get a life. Become intersting. Tata for now blogsville. I am off to spread my wings and fly. lol!!