Monday, January 31, 2011

HRH Writes a Joke Book

HRH wrote a joke book today.

The highlights were:

Small Talk with HRH

HRH: What is misery?
Me: Misery is feeling sad, unhappy or depressed
HRH: I am misery.
Me: Why are you miserable?
HRH: Because I have to do too much homework.


After watching Gulliver's Travels -
Me: So what was your favorite part?
HRH: The pee!


HRH (enjoying one aspect of his sickness): I never want to go to school 
Me: If you don't go to school then you won't know anything
HRH: Everything has instructions doesn't it?


Faisal: What the F.
HRH: I know what F is. It is the king of bad words. I won't say it cos Baba said he will chop off my tongue.


Monday, January 24, 2011

Cartistry I

During the joyride that is driving in Lahore, you are bound to spot some artistry displayed on the windshields and number plates and even as paint jobs of vehicles of all kinds, ranging from cars to motorcycles to trucks and more.

Here are some which I have spotted in the recent past:

A motorbike number plate

On the fuel tank lid of a taxi

Now why would you want to advertise that?

That's a Mercedies Benz - in case you didn't recognize the emblem

Probably something you wouldn't want to flaunt


Speaks for itself I suppose


Speed thrills, but kills?

Shouldn't Dr. Boost fly high rather than low?

Is that really a bad thing?

Moms do deserve all credit.

"Lado Rani - Matric Pass"

Sound advice.

Some other embellishments of cars (which unfortunately I could not get a picture of):
"Flirt Is My Game"

"Headless Hawks"

"Love Guru" (in blood-dripping font)

Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Power of Puke

HRH has been sick today. The kind of sick that involves throwing up every couple of hours or so. After the clean up operations for vomit number 6, I realized how much motherhood has changed me in this particular regard (as in countless others).

No longer do body emissions of any sort, hold the power to disgust me.

HRH has made up a song which consists of repeating the following lines over and over. It goes as follows:
"Booger, potty, pee
Thooki, vomit, burp
Potty, snotty!"

This song pretty much sums up everything gross that can be discharged from the human body. All of the above are also generally regarded as nausea-inducing when coming out of another human being. For me any squeamishness vanished once HRH appeared.

Over the past 5.5 years, since HRH arrived on the scene I have cleaned countless nose nuisances (runny and otherwise), innumerable below-the-belt discharges of all colors and consistencies, and multiple regurgitated food/drink occurrences. Gone are the days when these had the ability to invoke queasiness in me.