| Nimesha: | Wrist curls?! Cuz you need strong muscles in your wrists?! |
| Me: | Forearms Nimesha. They strengthen your forearms. | ----------------- |
| Nimesha: | (While doing the motion for pull ups) what are these called? When you pull yourself up? |
| Me: | Pull ups... |
She got so big! I can’t even believe it. She’s almost five months old now. It’s been almost two months since I’ve seen her which I’ve decided is way too much time. She was awake today and I got to hold and play with her a lot more than last time. I took a few pictures but not many because my camera was dying. I’ll get them up here soon but I’m too tired tonight.
Also my little sister got asked to prom today! This kid got her flowers and a card and baked her a cake. It’s so cute. I was never into the entire prom/school dance thing when I was in high school but I’m pretty excited for her.
Because she can’t go to the System of a Down show.
She got pissed off at me because I’m going and because she was going to have my mom buy her a ticket and I said no. My mom is in the hospital and we are fucking broke right now.
If I had the money I’d buy her a ticket. Hell the only reason I’m going is because Hope is amazing.
God. She’s just pissing me off.
Which I assume is the male equivalent of a housewife. Because she is no longer allowed in the kitchen.
She tried to bake cookies today. She couldn’t find the measuring spoons and didn’t know how much a Tbsp was. So she put in half a cup of water instead….
When she realized it was too much sh tried adding more flower… Which I guess is a step in the right direction. The cookies tasted ok, more or less. But they ended up being the same consistency as pancakes, which makes for a pretty weird cookie.
She’s been doing things like this a lot lately. Massive amounts of salt in food. Accidently dumping too much of some seasoning into her ramen and then scooping out the extra and throwing it in the sink. Putting instant coffee in the coffee maker….
Yeah she’s kind of a spaz. So she is loosing her kitchen privileges.

