Drunken Wisdom

Hello Loves,

Hoping you all are having an absolutely fabulous weekend. So here's the deal. I'm sick of the stomach virus that I mentioned in my last post. I am going to go ahead and ask for your pardon for any grievous spelling/grammar/logical errors in this post, because I am just drunk enough to think that writing is a brilliant idea, but not drunk enough to not go back and correct every single error/pass out. Trust me, it's taken almost 15 minutes just to write those 5 sentences. Beautiful torture it is; writing while drunk.

So. I am again flying solo for 2 weeks and tired of the mutating Tyranosaurus death virus for the colon. Now. I know that some people disagree that alcohol can clean out your system. Those people are called "experts." This non expert would argue differently. From experience. Not only does alcohol kill the random colon orcs, it makes for a pretty pleasant evening.
For example, I just went wandering around the compound I live in drunkenly. You may think this would be a bad idea. You, my reader friend, would be wrong. It was an excellent idea. Not only did it give me a little exercise and a chance to pray to the Ganesha statue for a son, it made me realize that walking around for half an hour does not reduce intoxication. Also, damn it, I forgot to eat dinner, which is probably why I'm so hammered in the first place. Hate it when that happens. Lessons from this whole episode: 

1. Don't forget to eat dinner, idiot. 
2. Walking does not reduce intoxication. 
3. Intoxication may induce religious fallacies, which may or may not be wildly amusing.
4. The guards will look at you like you are a neon pink loon if you walk around at 1 am laughing.
5. Writing a blog while stark raving drunk is not necessarily a good idea. It will take you a very long time because your OCD tendencies will make you go back and correct every single thing with a red squiggly line beneath it.

I'll have to let you know if this experiment does indeed cure the gastro-intestinal microbe of agony. It has in the past, but this is pretty much a virus on bath salts....so we'll see.

Bekcy

Lots ‘O Excuses and Underestimation

Listening to: Catcher in the Rye - GNR

Mood: On.

Hey Folks. Sorry for the disappearing act I’ve been pulling for the last week. It’s been a rather crazy week. Here’s what’s been up.

1. I have been having an epic battle with the evil stomach virus of colonic doom that will destroy all of your gastric endeavors and possibly steal your soul. I live in India. As the stereotype goes, India is a champion at producing intestinal chicanery. Even being super careful, we still have rounds of this nonsense every once in a while. We have a water filter in our house that may or may not be able to destroy the newly found god particle, it’s that high tech. On the other hand, I brush my teeth with tap water and eat street food. I just can’t say no to the street food, and going into the kitchen to brush my teeth all the time just ain’t happening. Not to be too disgusting, but think bad Mexican, mixed with bad Indian, mixed with bad sushi. It’s that kind of an epic virus and it’s exhausting. It’s almost impossible to eat, because I know what will happen in a few hours.
2. I have launched project piano lessons. I am meeting my second student this evening. There have been many documents to prepare, supplies to be ordered, panic attacks to be had that people will actually let me teach their precious sponge-like minded children, advertising, etc. I’m still terrified, but now I’m in (proverbial) balls deep and it’s time to swim. I’m hoping this will turn into an entrepreneurial after school care venture on a much grander scale than just giving lessons.
3. My part time contracting job from the US has slowly been taking over my free time. Don’t get me wrong, I love the money, but it’s doing some serious eating time into my writing time. A colleague took a break to pop out a mini-me, so lots more work is being funneled my way.
4. We have been busy not celebrating the 4^th of July. Here’s why.
5. Daddy G has been getting ready to hop on a jet plane and head off to the US for a few weeks. I am much less than enthusiastic, but I look forward to all of the bribery items he has been told to bring back with him or not to come back at all. I am so excited about the coffee syrup. I know, I’m a cheap bribe.
6. We’re planning a train trip to my inlaws place in Hyderabad after Daddy G comes back. I am super stoked.
7. Sandalwood is filming a Kannada film right outside my back door. Yesterday and today they were doing a fight scene with some goondas. Too cool to watch. The director shouts nonstop into a microphone, not a megaphone, which is really funny. Stay tuned, I'll have to put up some pictures of this soon.

My thanks to Rusty who so graciously noted that every once in a while people need to take a break from blogging. As I told him, I’m a binge blogger. I can’t help *it people, I learned it from the red wine. I tend to do one ginormous brain dump and write about 4,000 words in a sitting and then wait for the tank to fill up again. I write 5 blogs on a regular basis along with fiction stories, so some days I get so exhausted from writing I swear that I will never write again, but then the bug bites again, and I’m back at it.

This piano lessons/business project has been in the works for about a month now and has really gotten me thinking about what I am good at and what I need work on in order to be successful in a business venture. It also has brought on some thought about being underestimated. The reasons this came up are varied, and I’m not sure I even want to explore this further. To keep it simple, Daddy G had some doubts about my ability to handle people in a business setting. I guess this is fair, because I’ve never had a professional job in my life. This isn’t a new theme for me, I’ve been underestimated for a long time. In fact, it’s been consistently one of my mom’s favorite topics.

I am an incredibly focused person in some regards. In other things, I don’t give two flying fig newtons.  If I don’t find something important, I probably won’t do it. You think I can’t cook because I do it differently than you or you don’t see me specifically do it myself? Good for you, enjoy your illusion. If I do find it important/worth doing, it’s best if you just get out of the way, because I am getting it done, come hell or high water.  The thing is, I don’t try and convince people that I’m capable. I know what I’m capable of, and I don’t really care much if anyone else recognizes it without proof.

Aside from finding it mildly irritating, I don’t really mind it all that much if a person doesn’t think I’m capable of something. I know it’s childish, but it always makes me insanely happy to watch someone’s face turn incredulous that I did in fact do what he or she thought I couldn’t do.

In fact, I’m rather glad I tend to not listen to what other people tell me I’m capable of. To be sure, I do listen to Daddy G. He knows me better than anyone else on the planet, and he does understand how I tick and that I do occasionally try to tackle too much at one time. Anyone else? I really wonder why they’re telling me I can’t do something in the first place.

I’m just going to keep dancing to the beat of my own drum over here and achieving the things that I want. If you want to continue being surprised about it, I guess that’s your prerogative. Just try not to look surprised when I end up doing exactly what I set out to.

Becky

Intermezzo

I think that means intermission, or something or that nature. It's been such a lovely, lazy Saturday, I don't feel like looking it up.

I will be back on Monday to provide all of you people with some new writing, I know it's been a week. This weekend in Bangalore is far too beautiful and lazy to do any work, including brain work.

Here's to a lovely weekend for you all.

Becky

I Want This to be Me

I found an awesome blog post today about an epic old lady. I so hope I'm this awesome when I'm old. I totally want to do this.

http://melyndarockinthecrazy.blogspot.in/2012/06/flippin-of-cars.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+blogspot/smcro+(Crazy+world)

I need a friend in the car, who's down with this?

Becky

Cue the Excited Screaming, Yet Again.

Yeah, the answer is no you perverts. I am not screaming about that. Although.....ok, never mind. We're gonna move on.

I am screaming in excitement because Ken in a Tractor graced me with another award. Aw yeah. Thank you kindly Ken, much, much appreciated.

^This right here? The Schiznit.^

So the rules go as follows: Post 7 random facts about yourself (only 7? I'm pretty damn random.) and pass it along to 10 deserving blog folk. Cool. Let's go.

1. I love cleaning like no one's business. The kind where you put old clothes on and grab a scrub brush (or a toothbrush if you're feeling extra neurotic) and go to town on some poor dirty surface. SO satisfying.

2. I will not touch warm milk, it makes me gag. Even the smell of boiling milk can make me run for the trash can. Holla tweet conversations! I do not, however, have any problem with hot coffee and or tea chock full of milk. I can't explain it either.

3. I am a bit of an electronic hoarder - music, blogs, recipes, anything I can turn into data. Got help me if the show Hoarders ever does an electronic version.

4. Hello, my name is Becky and I'm addicted to caramel flavored coffee syrup. And byriani. And red wine, we must never forget the red wine.

5. I lost almost 25 kg (50 lbs or so, for those not metrically inclined) of weight since moving to India. For some reason, it still surprises me when my clothes are big and that I have to remind myself to eat. Yep, this makes me want to punch myself too. I always used to hate people who said this stuff.

6. Pain doesn't bother me all that much. I pierced my own nose with a needle and an ice cube because I was a really dumb ass teenager. You can read about it here if you want a good laugh.

7. There's at least one more place that I want pierced and I want a tattoo. However, I've become chicken shit in my old(er) age and Daddy G will ensure I die early if I come home with any more holes in or tattoos. Seriously.

Ok, time for passing on some bloggy love. Please do check these people out, even if they don't participate. Ahem. Just kidding. If they pass it along or not, they're still good writers.

1. http://www.youknowithappensatyourhousetoo.com/ - This chicky is seriously funny and reminds me of way too many things that actually do happen at our house. Love how down to earth she is!

2. http://underpantswasher.blogspot.in/ This is a relatively new blog for me, but I love, love, love her style and humor.

3. DJ at http://thoughtsfromparis.com/ Also a relatively new find, but he's great at telling fun stories and getting bloggers involved with each other. Love it.

4. http://cowardlyfeminist.com/ Seriously enjoy her writing. Check her out.

5. Rusty at http://swinginglikearustygate.blogspot.in/. Not only does he debate Peanut Butter vs. Nutella, he writes for DudeWrite. Check him out.

6.http://simianidiot.tumblr.com/  I love this blog because it reminds me so much of New York. That and it's pretty entertaining too. 

7.http://poorlydrawnlines.com/ - I love these guys. I've gotten accustomed to the cartoon blogs and I'm hooked. The funny is here.

8. Jen at http://www.peopleiwanttopunchinthethroat.com/. Not only is she funny. I so want to punch someone in the throat! Only someone who deserves it though.

9. http://www.ninjamomblog.com/ because anyone that has a name like ninja mom has to be pretty cool.

10.Last, but definitely not least:  http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/  Another Dude Write find.  Good stuff.

Whew. You people are challenging my resources. I do have tons more blogs to share if anyone feels like gifting me again...Just kidding. I can't believe you people think I deserve awards. A nice big bloggy kiss to all of you.

I'm Fabulous, Bitches!

I got another award! I'm not quite sure what's wrong with all of you adorable, but hopelessly confused people giving me awards, but thank you! It really does make my day. And week, month...ok, I'm done. 

^Aw Yeah.^

Gossip Girl from ~*~Whatever~*~ blog was kind enough to grace me with this award. Go love on her please, people. Just make sure it's consensual. She's definitely good fun to read.


In order to accept you must:

1. Post the rules on your blog. (alrighty then, here it is.)

2. Name five of your most fabulous moments, either in real life or in the blogosphere.

3. Name five things you love.

4. Name five things you hate.

5. Pass the ribbon on to five other bloggers. (Leave them a comment to notify them of their win.)

5 Fabulous moment:

1. The times the stick had a + sign instead of a - sign. This is a pregnancy confirmation thing for those who've never had this happen.

2. The first time I tied my own sari correctly. And it didn't fall off.

3. Finally realizing in the front of the church as we were getting married that Daddy G and I were going to be married for a long, long time. It didn't hit me until that moment. Whatever dude, you're stuck.

4. It's not an exact moment, but when I realized that India was not going to bring me to my knees but help me become stronger.

5. Getting some love from some amazing people on the blogosphere. Seriously. It's been amazing how awesome you people are at encouraging others.

5 things I love, not necessarily in order:
1. Byriani - We have a very serious love affair going on.

2. Red wine - That which I cheat on byriani for, although sometimes we end up in a threesome. Take this for what it is people, it's not code for something else.

3. Daddy G and the G-lets - life would be very sucky without them.

4. Reading - let's nerd it up.

5. Eye liner - helping Dutch girls with small-ish blue eyes everywhere.

5 Things I hate:
1. Non Homogenized, non skim milk - seriously, this is all you can get in India and I hate it so hard.

2.  Losing stuff.  Wanna see me lose my shit? Tell me I lost something that I KNOW I put in the correct place. Hilarity ensues, at least for you it does.

3. Inconsiderate and pretentious people - I think this is self explanatory

4. Not having an oven. I love to create baked stuff, and I miss it bad.

5. When Daddy G travels and doesn't bring me along. I do not like being in my house alone for long periods of time.

So. Time to pass along some love. 

1. Nellie Vaughn at: Buttons are not Currency. Check her out people. She's funny, introspective, and generally a great read.

2. Crack You Whip. As you probably know, I like me some funny. This chick has it. Give her a visit.

3. Kitkatkootie: I Want a Dumpster Baby. I like reading this blog a lot. She is just so warm and funny, and brutally honest. Plus mad props for taking control of her life. Mad props people.

4. Ken: Ken in a Tractor. Someone that I've discovered recently and is lots of fun. He reminds me of the farmers I grew up around in the midwest, only a lot more funny.

5. Noa Gavin: Oh Noa. I love reading stuff by Noa. She's hilarious and butt honest, two things I greatly appreciate. Plus, Noa has all the best hookups as to new funny blogs. Love seeing her stuff land in my inbox.

If I didn't get to you this round, my apologies. I read SO many blogs every day, picking only 5 was torture. I guess this means someone else is going to have to get a little crazy and give me some more awards so I can pass around even more love.

Becky

Masala Chai

Last one for the day, promise. Masala Chai.

http://followingthemasala.blogspot.in/2012/06/masala-chai.html