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Getting Old ::

It never occurred to me that I was old. Yeah, I hit the big three-oooohhhhhhhh but that's just a number, right? Absolutely. I mean, no one says that you have to start acting 30 when you hit 30 and you have to act 50 when you hit 50.

I mean, there are men I know who is 40 acting like they're all of 5, you know what I mean? So, to me, age is really quite subjective. You're how old you think you are….that is, until your back starts creaking.

One morning last week, I was simply doing my usual jig infront of the TV with Jared who is really very attuned to all kinds of music around him. He loves to dance and so do I and we have this habit of just dancing infront of the TV over and above all those giggles we're getting from my in-laws and also my nephews and nieces. I don't care…..well, I only care when they start stashing the suspicious rotten tomatoes at the corner of the living room.

Anyway, as I was saying, dancing is a form of physical expression that can give one a very positive effect on their mental and emotional state. I hope everyone agrees with me because if one doesn't, I am going to go into a lecture in my next article. Then that afternoon, I was swirling Jared around like a spinning top when I heard a dubious snap. I went, like, "Erm, what was that?" and then this searing pain soured through my body from my back (waist).

Acting like I have just been stabbed, I dropped Jared like a sack of potatoes and screamed like Joshua would. I think I just broke my back dancing, dear.

Turns out, it was just a sprained….whatever. I don't even know what got twisted way yonder. I can't even see where it hurts, ok? I can only conclude as follows:-
a. I never did my confinement properly
b. I didn't eat enough ginger, wine, beer, alcohol, chicken, garlic…etc during my confinement after Joshua AND Jared being the stubborn OX that I am (Oh, I was born in the year of the Ox too)
c. I didn't sleep, rest and lie down enough during my confinement
d. I should have taken my calcium
e. I should have drank more milk
f. I shouldn't have carried Jared infront and give Joshua a piggy-back at the same time.
g. I shouldn't have had to carry Jared AND Joshua as much when I was shopping in 1 Utama over the weekend.

In short, I should have listened better and talked less earlier on in my life.

This brings me on to another subject, Joshua. He is really as stubborn as I am and it scares me to bits. The noise that my knocking knees are making is overwhelming when I think about Joshua and his habit of not listening to others when we tell him something. I know, kids have this inborn ability to know everything that is right for them and everyone else, especially the adults, are wrong.

You can see that my sprained back has a strange effect on me. I am not talking right and to prove that I am not thinking right, I am not even writing right. Right?

Joshua is a little tyrant but then, I keep telling my husband, underneath that monstrous exterior lies a little mousy. He's actually quite a timid person by nature, painfully shy and uncontrollably insecure. The only way he can counter it is with aggression and extreme measures. For instance, if a stranger walks up to him and say, "Hi, Josh. How are you?". He would run and hide behind the chair but not before he shouts a very enraged "Nnnnnooooooo!!!!!" and slaps the extended hand of the stranger.

The cause of that reaction : shyness The effect : aggression The decision : mind-boggledness

So, everytime a stranger decides to be nice to Josh, I would warn then,

Erm, yeah, Josh looks really nice
Especially his big, round eyes
All angelic and pure and white
But BEWARE, this dog BITES!!!

:: Marsha ::