Standard Operating Procedures…

 

#Caution#Funny

1. Wont work with criticism.

2. Appreciation helps.

3.  Gifts and goodies improves performance.

4. Use the word “shopping” with caution

5. Handles multitasking with minimal effort.

6. Customized for frugal living.

7. Always responds to “Whats wrong?” with  “Nothing”

8. Directions not required.

9. Special need for Bags and shoes.

10. Wouldn’t understand the word “Wrong” .

 

“Nailed it, only 999990 to go”.  I giggled as Mr.N thought he figured out the top ten instructions of my operating manual. He believes there is an operating manual for me (lol) .

Now that I think about what he said; the man is right.

When it comes to criticism, most of us girls/women/ladies 😉 are not designed to take criticism. We can criticize, but none can criticize us (lol).

Most of us have an ocean of goodies, but we still keep collecting.All the cosmetics in the world are not enough. I open my bags, Clutches, wristlets; I can see them everywhere 😀

My goodies…I still don’t have many.

Shopping always get us high.. Be it a kitchen towel or a coach bag, we are there! Don’t get me started when things are on sale. [On a side note, I will be sharing a separate chapter of wisdom 😉 on how I overcame this habit of mine…. later.]

and yeah, most of us absolutely “believe” in frugal living;  I just ordered a lipstick holder yesterday “which was a must have”! 😀

We are born with multitasking programmed in us..Texting, talking, makeup… selfying especially while driving.. of-course!

#Multitasking#Driving

We are programmed to say “Nothing ” when asked “Whats wrong?”; oh yeah! we definitely want to talk about it, but only after asking for like fifty times.

And last thing, we are never wrong, never!. Period!!

I took a sip of my chamomile tea and wrote.. May be we all come with operating manuals 🙂

The yellow devil…

It was a snowy winter afternoon and we are not expecting to see above freezing temperature until next week; I had this sudden urge to dine out..

I cheerfully got ready and we got into the car. Ever since we bought the car, Mr. N makes a great deal about it; watching out for even the minuscule things, which sometimes drives me nuts  😀

I started driving humming my seasonal favorite tune, and suddenly car jerked and bobbed wildly as it was stuck by a pile of snow underneath…

I also remember the fun things we did to get the car moving… I was driving like tiptoeing on ice, because i had to :P.

I just took the  first turn  and heard him asking “What is that..? a question mark covering his face.

“What happened Etta?” I asked in peace…

“Did you see that?.. stop the car..!”  he looked surprised, displeased and alarmed.

This was one of the rare occasions when i followed without a drama and stopped the car on the side.. 😀

“Check engine light is on” His eyes wide opened!

What? why? when? where? How? snakes were doing salsa in front of me. “How did it happen?!” I asked and wasn’t sure of my hunger anymore!

Yep, “the dreaded” check engine light — a yellow, brightly lit dashboard warning light is an ominous symptom; always gives you the impression that the car is about to blow up “movie style“.

He called up the dealer in panic and they casually told us to check whether gas cap was tightly closed and also suggested to wait for a couple of days before we call them again.

I was thinking about the enthusiasm in which they sold us the car; one year in and neither dealer nor us had that now..

We conditioned ourselves to ignore it for a couple of months;but he was getting nightmares which I overlooked – Good wife 😛

oh did i tell – The yellow light was warning us about the faulty oxygen sensor. How can a naive human relate a check engine light to an oxygen sensor…?

We finally decided to fix the light and off to the dealer we went , couldn’t keep ourselves calm…and whole mess was covered under warranty- can you believe?!?.

He came back home with a lasting glow on his face and announced “its gone!”.

We took a bite of our favorite chicken wings and breathed a sigh of relief..”Life is beautiful!!“

Eat your way to happiness

#NOLA fun#Acme-oyster house

“Louis Vuitton bag, Golden Cartier watch, my list is never ending, right etta..?“; turn around to acknowledge a strange look from Mr. N and silently expecting he will get me either of those  soon  😉

 I got home back from work to receive a settled list of food items to prepare, which Mr. N made last week while recovering from his stomach problem. Today’s item was, chicken samosa. I was thinking how his thought process works when it comes to food and now I have the settled list from all around INDIA winking at me.

Now it was my turn to prepare the never ending grocery list so that he can run around and get me those before I start preparing the delicacies in the order it was received.I have never made samosa, then thought – what’s the big deal and put on the apron. Mr. N was back with the list of items and now relaxing in the couch expecting samosas anytime.

I tried to procrastinate (as usual), but he was not buying it.  After slaving over a hot stove for an hour samosas are ready to be served.  I put them in the serving bowl and we dig in without hesitating a second. We were able to finish at least a dozen in that 10 minutes (not so proud moment!) and then regretting the fact that we actually did.

Seeing the pure bliss in Mr. N’s face, I realized “so called” slaving in the kitchen was worth it and will end this with a note, “Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed” 🙂