I really do not like falling off balance and skin my knees. I managed to never fall for all these years, my last fall was 4 years ago at children's Hour and I decided to wear double padded jeans since then. Oh well, I was tearing the knee of all my jeans and school uniforms, but my skin was always safe inside.
Everyday I do bike ride around an office parking lot behind our house. It is a brand new building with brand new lawn and brand new trees and brand new everything. I call my bike Torpedo. It is a cool name for a cool bike like mine. I make 10 rounds while my Mom guards the backside of the building and Ammoomma in front side. They will be walking too doing their daily exercise. I say Hi when I pass them. Sometime I pretend they are strangers and ask their names and say for example "Hi Sarojam" to Ammoomma. Mostly they will smile while seeing me. If they are tired they can sit and relax. If I am tired, then we are all going home.
Yesterday my Dad also came to see my bike ride. I was speeding down and took a sudden turn to impress my Dad who was watching in pride. My Torpedo slipped and I found myself on my Tummy lying down under my bike. My Mom and Ammoomma rushed to see what happened and they all said, "That's Ok". I was not Ok. My knee was skinned at the side. That was really not OK. Well it looks all red today. No more bike rides, no more nothing till I recover. That's all for now.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I baked a Cake!!!
It is all about my first "Cake".
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. I played my DS for more than an hour after an eventful breakfast that has red potato involved.
"I do not like any sort of potatoes". I declared.
That statement didn't end quite well. Anyways that is over after I compromised for an apple and a glass of milk. I suddenly got an idea before my Mom could get all sorts of ideas for homework; I decided to help her in the Kitchen. So I marched to the kitchen in my stripped underwear. I took a bowl of water and put some carrots in it and started stirring. When my Mom wondered what kind of cooking am I doing I started stirring what ever was on the stove top. Ammoomma detected the danger that I might burn some important body parts since I am not wearing any cloths. Underwear is some cloth so I didn't agree with her and keep stirring everything on site and made a big mess in the kitchen. That is when my Mom found a box of cake mix for me and asked me to read and execute the recipe. I started to read..
The things I need: 1-1/4 cup of water 1/3 cup of oil. 3 egg whites ..The list continues..
So I shouted, "Give me all these!! Give me all these."
All ignored me and I decided to quit and went upstairs, well no one followed me. So I went back and pestered again finally I got a cup that has measurements and was asked to measure by myself. So I took a vessel and measured the water.
"Now WHAT!" I shouted.
"Read and do it” was the reply I got.
Ok I need oil. An oil jar was placed on the table. I tried to pour it to the measuring cup and pored to the table instead.
"Oh! I am a loser!!!"
I shouted and marched upstairs again.
My Mom cleaned the table. No one seemed to be worried about me, so I went back again. Now I need 3 egg whites.
3 white eggs appeared in a bowl.
I snatched it and ran to the other end..there goes one to the floor.
"plup..". It was broke.
"Oh I broke an egg; I am BAD I am BAD!!".
I shouted and ran upstairs again. When I came back the kitchen floor was cleaned. I started reading again.
"It says pre heat the oven for 350 F !" I shouted.
Mom said "DONE".
And she put the egg whites and the cake mix and the water to a big bowl and let me beat it with the egg beater...after that everything went smooth since she did most of the work.
"Is it ready YET?” I shouted after few minutes.
“You have to wait 30 more minutes” Mom Said.
“How many seconds is that? “
“OK, It is 1800 seconds” .
I thought of counting but decided to keep asking instead. The cake was ready finally. I looked and looked . But where is the frosting? The favorite part is missing from the cake!!
“This is not fare, this is not fare”. I shouted.
“Cakes won’t come with frosting, you put it on after baking” Mom said.
Well, all is well that ends well.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. I played my DS for more than an hour after an eventful breakfast that has red potato involved.
"I do not like any sort of potatoes". I declared.
That statement didn't end quite well. Anyways that is over after I compromised for an apple and a glass of milk. I suddenly got an idea before my Mom could get all sorts of ideas for homework; I decided to help her in the Kitchen. So I marched to the kitchen in my stripped underwear. I took a bowl of water and put some carrots in it and started stirring. When my Mom wondered what kind of cooking am I doing I started stirring what ever was on the stove top. Ammoomma detected the danger that I might burn some important body parts since I am not wearing any cloths. Underwear is some cloth so I didn't agree with her and keep stirring everything on site and made a big mess in the kitchen. That is when my Mom found a box of cake mix for me and asked me to read and execute the recipe. I started to read..
The things I need: 1-1/4 cup of water 1/3 cup of oil. 3 egg whites ..The list continues..
So I shouted, "Give me all these!! Give me all these."
All ignored me and I decided to quit and went upstairs, well no one followed me. So I went back and pestered again finally I got a cup that has measurements and was asked to measure by myself. So I took a vessel and measured the water.
"Now WHAT!" I shouted.
"Read and do it” was the reply I got.
Ok I need oil. An oil jar was placed on the table. I tried to pour it to the measuring cup and pored to the table instead.
"Oh! I am a loser!!!"
I shouted and marched upstairs again.
My Mom cleaned the table. No one seemed to be worried about me, so I went back again. Now I need 3 egg whites.
3 white eggs appeared in a bowl.
I snatched it and ran to the other end..there goes one to the floor.
"plup..". It was broke.
"Oh I broke an egg; I am BAD I am BAD!!".
I shouted and ran upstairs again. When I came back the kitchen floor was cleaned. I started reading again.
"It says pre heat the oven for 350 F !" I shouted.
Mom said "DONE".
And she put the egg whites and the cake mix and the water to a big bowl and let me beat it with the egg beater...after that everything went smooth since she did most of the work.
"Is it ready YET?” I shouted after few minutes.
“You have to wait 30 more minutes” Mom Said.
“How many seconds is that? “
“OK, It is 1800 seconds” .
I thought of counting but decided to keep asking instead. The cake was ready finally. I looked and looked . But where is the frosting? The favorite part is missing from the cake!!
“This is not fare, this is not fare”. I shouted.
“Cakes won’t come with frosting, you put it on after baking” Mom said.
Well, all is well that ends well.
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