<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774</id><updated>2011-10-22T12:21:23.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours, Mine and Ours</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5098501757712238320</id><published>2011-10-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:22:14.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay hungry. Stay foolish.</title><summary type='text'>No icon's passing affected me so much. May be it is living in the valley where these giants stroll like everyone else -- it almost makes it feel like a personal loss. Dressed in jeans and a black turtleneck most of the time. With just the right amount of arrogance and authority to snub bullshitters. A very humble past. Syrian biological dad. Catholic biological mom. Given up for adoption. Grew up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5098501757712238320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5098501757712238320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5098501757712238320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html' title='Stay hungry. Stay foolish.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-23741909365603102</id><published>2011-04-06T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:49:51.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many babies!</title><summary type='text'>Too many babies in the house. And I'm not even talking about the Scout and the Minor*. I'm talking about me! I want to throw a tantrum right now about the lack of sleep, about not being able to give my 200% at work, about doing a half-a$$ed job at housekeeping, about not being able to eat when I want to and sleep when I want to, about not being able to exercise and a million other mundane things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/23741909365603102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/too-many-babies.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/23741909365603102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/23741909365603102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/too-many-babies.html' title='Too many babies!'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2096934737185122472</id><published>2010-11-02T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:56:44.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, kya re?</title><summary type='text'>Mein do bachhon ki maa re!Yes, baby Vic is here. Born: 20102010 (ddmmyyyy)The nurses were more excited about the date than us. They literally pushed me to *push* before the start of the next day.Scout's reaction: "Hi baby! How are you?"Vic's status: Eat. Sleep. Poop. Pee.My status: What more could a second-time mom ask for? May be a killer figure. Ha? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2096934737185122472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/excuse-me-kya-re.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2096934737185122472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2096934737185122472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/excuse-me-kya-re.html' title='Excuse me, kya re?'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5334307361051507877</id><published>2010-09-29T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:56:04.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 point update</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to everyone who pinged about my whereabouts to make me get off my butt and post.About 4 weeks to go to the D-day. Things are fine! Nothing much to write home about except work has ^peaked^ since I'm taking off soon.Baby names are being short-listed. That's the minimum amount of prep we need to do before he arrives I guess. Should tell you much about the general lack of preparation here.We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5334307361051507877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-point-update.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5334307361051507877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5334307361051507877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-point-update.html' title='10 point update'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1344556472623794896</id><published>2010-08-28T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:53:02.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to compliment a pregger...</title><summary type='text'>Wow! You are big!Wow! You look ready to pop!You have some face weight, but don't worry, it will go away after the delivery!You are having two boys!? Have fun! Lucky you! Your husband does so much around the house.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1344556472623794896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-not-to-compliment-pregger.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1344556472623794896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1344556472623794896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-not-to-compliment-pregger.html' title='How not to compliment a pregger...'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-398343282914556454</id><published>2010-08-05T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:43:17.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill in the blank.</title><summary type='text'>By the 3rd week of Oct, the "About me" section on the blog will read:"Wife to GIJoe. Mom to Scout and _____. These are our stories."And it ain't going to be a Girl Scout I'm afraid.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/398343282914556454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/fill-in-blank.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/398343282914556454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/398343282914556454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/fill-in-blank.html' title='Fill in the blank.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-4055243933311741049</id><published>2010-07-23T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:24:19.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attix .. fall down.</title><summary type='text'>This is how the Scout reads Asterix. He points to Asterix and says  "thiss Attix" and then he points to an unfortunate Roman legionary, that  can be found in almost any page fallen down with a bump on his head,  and says "uncle fall down", opens the next page and the same thing  repeats "Attix".. "uncle fall down".. "Attix".. "uncle fall down" till  he flips through the pages and closes the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4055243933311741049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/attix-fall-down.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4055243933311741049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4055243933311741049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/attix-fall-down.html' title='Attix .. fall down.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3731736728702120100</id><published>2010-07-12T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:27:44.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Against gender stereotypes</title><summary type='text'>Starry tagged me on this one. I hope I'm not repeating stuff that has already been said in the blogosphere considering that this tag has spread like wild fire, while I have been sitting around fanning myself. Anyway here are some stereotypes (none of which are ground-breaking) that I don't conform to:"Good wives wake up earlier than their husbands, wash hair and do Tulasi pooja before starting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3731736728702120100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/against-gender-stereotypes.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3731736728702120100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3731736728702120100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/against-gender-stereotypes.html' title='Against gender stereotypes'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-6650802703163199377</id><published>2010-07-12T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:23:30.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations, aunts, cities and such..</title><summary type='text'>Went away for a week to the other side of the country. Got pampered endlessly by the aunts around there. Aunts are the best! No two ways about that. However I'm peeved that the Scout was like at priority-0 for them while I was at priority-1 or something like that and I cribbed to them about how intelligent women like them must not let themselves be charmed this way by a two-bit little thing. They</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6650802703163199377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacations-aunts-cities-and-such.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6650802703163199377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6650802703163199377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacations-aunts-cities-and-such.html' title='Vacations, aunts, cities and such..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2322730410582764045</id><published>2010-06-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:59:02.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear bloggers, I turn to you for therapy.</title><summary type='text'> Show encrypted text&lt;!--Have you, in your adult life, had a falling out with a reasonably close friend? I recently did and I'm still shocked by the turn of events. So we were at a party where the conversation was revolving around people's alumnus and common friends thereof. So this friend, let's call her X, is this loud and talkative type while her husband is this silent type who seemed bored at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2322730410582764045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2322730410582764045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-bloggers-i-turn-to-you-for-therapy.html' title='Dear bloggers, I turn to you for therapy.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3735195527952547162</id><published>2010-06-04T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:01:08.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red marker blogathon: You are giving an exam, is it?</title><summary type='text'>Following the posts at MFT's, Starry's, TPL's and Sue's blogs...Red mark 1: Wrongly formed question tag."You are a good boy, isn't it?""You don't want to go, is it?"Argghh! OK, now that I'm done with the screaming, here's my explanation on question tags.Question tags are sentence structures where a statement is ended or tagged with a question. The verb used in the question tag should be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3735195527952547162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-marker-blogathon-you-are-giving.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3735195527952547162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3735195527952547162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-marker-blogathon-you-are-giving.html' title='Red marker blogathon: You are giving an exam, is it?'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-83093874340378848</id><published>2010-05-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:47:00.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag: Guilty or Innocent from the ajji's POV.</title><summary type='text'>Minal tagged me sometime ago to do the "guilty or innocent" questionnaire. And like mim, I'm afraid me doing the tag wouldn't even be half as interesting as washing the dish rag. Again mim came to the rescue. I decided to ask my ajji to answer the questions like mim had done for a tag a few months ago. So here goes..Rules Go Like These ——-RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.RULE 2- You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/83093874340378848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/tag-guilty-or-innocent-from-ajjis-pov.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/83093874340378848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/83093874340378848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/tag-guilty-or-innocent-from-ajjis-pov.html' title='Tag: Guilty or Innocent from the ajji&apos;s POV.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__TdJW7QVqZk/S_1oDxeIMgI/AAAAAAAAACU/oye7qvBTAhs/s72-c/BestBlogAward_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3962225675980814743</id><published>2010-05-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:42:21.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random film industry nomenclature post</title><summary type='text'>Since the blog world seems to be kinda slow all of a sudden I thought I'll stick this random post up. Not that I write profound, non-random posts when the blog world is not slow.. :PSo.. anyway.. tell me this if you will:Why are the Southy film industry names so confusing?So you would think the Tamil film industry is called Tollywood i.e 'T' for 'Tamil'? But nooo! It is called Kollywood for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3962225675980814743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-film-industry-nomenclature-post.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3962225675980814743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3962225675980814743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-film-industry-nomenclature-post.html' title='Random film industry nomenclature post'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-6468022927437714199</id><published>2010-04-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:28:31.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newton's laws interpreted</title><summary type='text'>If Newton figured out gravitation when he saw an apple fall from a tree, he must have figured out inertia when he saw a child idling through the morning routine.Case in point:* If the Scout is taking a bath, he wants to continue with the bath till the water freezes over.* If the Scout is eating his favorite breakfast (fruitloops or raisins or bububu (blueberry)), he wants to continue eating them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6468022927437714199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/newtons-laws-interpreted.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6468022927437714199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6468022927437714199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/newtons-laws-interpreted.html' title='Newton&apos;s laws interpreted'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-4381399174803903892</id><published>2010-04-19T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:27:45.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This day, Apr 2009Number of gray hairs plucked from head: 1TodayNumber of gray hairs plucked from head: 5And that sums up my answer to questions like: 'HBD. what did u do?'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4381399174803903892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-day-apr-2009-number-of-gray-hairs.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4381399174803903892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4381399174803903892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-day-apr-2009-number-of-gray-hairs.html' title=''/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-604100308715154988</id><published>2010-04-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:06:59.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you do for your kid..</title><summary type='text'>As part of my parenting duties, I single-handedly ate one packet of MnM's and a million jelly beans in the span of 30 mins.Why?: So the Scout doesn't make them his dinner. What better way to hide them than eat them? ;-)Lesson learnt: Jelly beans are so damned hard to resist. They come in a million flavors and colors. There are dotted ones, ones with tiny splattering of colors, multi-colored ones </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/604100308715154988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-you-do-for-your-kid.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/604100308715154988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/604100308715154988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-you-do-for-your-kid.html' title='The things you do for your kid..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1122273744241932239</id><published>2010-03-30T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:12:11.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of grandma's house and treasures left behind..</title><summary type='text'>What do you do when you see this and remember that a more exquisite one existed in your grandma's house? Or when you see brass pans and remember that larger versions of those were actually used to cook in ajji's house on special occasions and they looked as if they were polished everyday. Or when you see London's guard dolls at a friend's house and remember that even finer miniatures of those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1122273744241932239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-grandmas-house-and-treasures-left.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1122273744241932239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1122273744241932239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-grandmas-house-and-treasures-left.html' title='Of grandma&apos;s house and treasures left behind..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1139790274168298071</id><published>2010-03-19T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:49:16.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of...</title><summary type='text'>thankfully.. not Jeannie. These days I dream about topics I could write about on this blog. Trust me they really feel like juicy, witty, profound blog worthy topics in my dreams. But I can't remember them the minute I wake up. Very frustrating. Usually my dreams aren't about blogging though. In the past I have had this one recurring dream where our families are opposed to our marriage and they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1139790274168298071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dream-of.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1139790274168298071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1139790274168298071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dream-of.html' title='I dream of...'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-4560424243526138984</id><published>2010-03-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:33:45.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ugadi!</title><summary type='text'>Ugadi 2009 (Virodhi samvatsara) feast by the mater.Ugadi 2010 (Vikrutha samvatsara) uhuh feast by uhuh me. Still, there is hope for this year I think. Happy Ugadi! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4560424243526138984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-ugadi.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4560424243526138984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4560424243526138984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-ugadi.html' title='Happy Ugadi!'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__TdJW7QVqZk/S6BaCuqX_EI/AAAAAAAAACE/i2-PXUEgNb4/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5587462251100056670</id><published>2010-03-06T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:48:04.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading list</title><summary type='text'>[Feeling really blah, and thanks to Chox for kicking me out of blah-dom. :)]Read 'Dreams in Prussian Blue' by Paritosh Uttam who is a friend. Liked it! I think it is good literature and at the same time entertaining. Good job from a first-timer, especially someone who isn't a blogger. Some of his short stories (available on his site) are very well-written too.Reading 'Arranged marriage' by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5587462251100056670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/reading-list.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5587462251100056670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5587462251100056670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/reading-list.html' title='Reading list'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3973708883947844828</id><published>2010-02-19T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:43:22.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day highlights</title><summary type='text'>Thought I should get this post out before Ugadi at the least. The Rajni dialogue about 'late' and 'latest' .. totally applies here.V-day lunch: 'Mushy hearts pasta' (refer header pic) from the Average kitchen. V-day dinner: party at a friend's place. Made a V-day themed game for it. Each person picked two cards with words written on them from a pile of cards. The goal of the game was to make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3973708883947844828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day-highlights.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3973708883947844828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3973708883947844828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day-highlights.html' title='V-day highlights'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-6947354525795500903</id><published>2010-02-08T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:27:21.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we get frisky and make heads turn..</title><summary type='text'>Ahem.. and by "we", I do not mean the GI and me. Aha! Now I have your full attention, don't I? So, this Chinese co-worker friend (a spunky, unpredictably funny, straight girl for the record) and I were walking back from lunch inside our office campus. We were discussing some work topic, when I low-five'ed her for some work item that we seemed to have found a solution for. She low-five'ed back and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6947354525795500903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-we-get-frisky-and-make-heads-turn.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6947354525795500903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6947354525795500903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-we-get-frisky-and-make-heads-turn.html' title='When we get frisky and make heads turn..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5957092256616780848</id><published>2010-02-05T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:47:44.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu-ad-nauseam</title><summary type='text'>Brunch menu, 3 Sundays ago: Mysore Masala Dosa, Sambar, Chutney, Uppittu, Kesari BathBrunch menu, 2 Sundays ago: Mysore Masala Dosa, Sambar, Chutney, Uppittu, Kesari BathBrunch menu, last Sunday: Mysore Masala Dosa, Sambar, Chutney, Uppittu, Kesari BathBrunch menu, planned for this Sunday: Mysore Masala Dosa, Sambar, Chutney, Uppittu, Kesari BathGuests: Mutually exclusive sets of people each week</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5957092256616780848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/menu-ad-nauseam.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5957092256616780848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5957092256616780848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/menu-ad-nauseam.html' title='Menu-ad-nauseam'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-651226211551384168</id><published>2010-01-28T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:40:44.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err., What's my passion?</title><summary type='text'>"No way! Who wants to be an engineer?! Everyone's an engineer these days". "I don't want to be a doctor. I don't have the mindset". "I hate history". "I don't want to be a geek doing Maths". "I don't have time for extra-curriculars. I would rather hang out with friends and have fun. Life is short". These are some of the statements that I have actually heard from some kids / young adults out there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/651226211551384168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/err-whats-my-passion.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/651226211551384168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/651226211551384168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/err-whats-my-passion.html' title='Err., What&apos;s my passion?'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1702198049962983168</id><published>2010-01-19T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:20:20.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons for the day.</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that cop cars have some kind of push bumpers (?) that are used to push a stranded car off the road? Well, I learnt that bit of info today. You know it's like some days are designed to make one learn these things. So I drop the Scout off at daycare and turn the car around and wait at a red light on my way to work. I notice that the clock on the car's dashboard is showing the wrong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1702198049962983168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-for-day.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1702198049962983168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1702198049962983168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-for-day.html' title='Lessons for the day.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1700875067575551038</id><published>2010-01-12T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:37:15.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it backwards</title><summary type='text'>Amma (in some context): I was reading this, that and this other book last week..GI: Athe (aunty), if you read at this pace, I'll be forced to set question papers to quiz you on what you are reading.Me: Yeah! We should totally do that. She did that to us when we were kids.Yeah, that's how I repay the mater and assuage my guilt of repaying my parents zilch!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1700875067575551038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/pay-it-backwards.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1700875067575551038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1700875067575551038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/pay-it-backwards.html' title='Pay it backwards'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-7205139294870228659</id><published>2010-01-06T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:50:26.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick recap</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling very blah with the sudden lack of holiday stuff to do. So here is a quick bulleted post to get me out of blah-dom.Had a splendid holiday week with family, friends, eating and merry-making.Made a kick-a$$ pina-colada and jaljeera for a party and was impressed with my own creation.Went around many neighborhoods looking at the holiday lights and the Scout was mesmerized. He voiced his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7205139294870228659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-recap.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7205139294870228659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7205139294870228659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-recap.html' title='Quick recap'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1121922620155492095</id><published>2009-12-28T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:37:19.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoHoHo, shouldn't he be San Claus?</title><summary type='text'>Isn't 'Santa' a female saint in Spanish? Aren't all the 'Santa' towns female? Like Santa Monica, Santa Clara, Santa Fe, Santa Ana, Santa Barbara etc.Isn't 'San' a male saint in Spanish? Aren't all the 'San' towns male? Like San Francisco, San Juan, San Carlos, San Pedro, San Antonio etc.Why then is Santa Claus a guy? If he is a guy, shouldn't he be called San Claus? Anyway, ignore my random </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1121922620155492095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/hohoho-shouldnt-he-be-san-claus.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1121922620155492095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1121922620155492095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/hohoho-shouldnt-he-be-san-claus.html' title='HoHoHo, shouldn&apos;t he be San Claus?'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1041817571326916812</id><published>2009-12-24T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:17:55.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good-u and the bad-u of the Bengaluru trip-u</title><summary type='text'>The Good: Scout managed the flight very well.The Bad: We got labeled as irresponsible parents by one couple for letting him crawl over the aisles (supervised). Hey, but at least he wasn't cranky like a bunch of other kids who were forcefully stuck to their parents' laps.The Good: No real stranger anxiety for the Scout.The Bad: He couldn't loose sight of me for more than 30 minutes though. Thus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1041817571326916812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-u-and-bad-u-of-bengaluru-trip-u.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1041817571326916812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1041817571326916812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-u-and-bad-u-of-bengaluru-trip-u.html' title='The good-u and the bad-u of the Bengaluru trip-u'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5819096768683878627</id><published>2009-12-23T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:46:26.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bengaluru street food: the humble peanut</title><summary type='text'>Got back from Bengaluru weighing some x pounds more. Among the seven sins, I might surely die of gluttony. Can you believe me if I said I ate 5 types of peanuts in Bangalore? Yes, even before chaat, chinese or any others took over the Bangalore street-food scene, there was the humble peanut in its many varieties.RawSold on carts on the street. Juicy. High in protein.RoastedUsually roasted over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5819096768683878627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/bengaluru-street-food-humble-peanut.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5819096768683878627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5819096768683878627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/bengaluru-street-food-humble-peanut.html' title='Bengaluru street food: the humble peanut'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3928444828763332</id><published>2009-11-27T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:00:02.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are flying some 30000ft above sea level, somewhere over the Pacific. The Scout is cranky. He is tired of sitting. He is tired of the brown-bear and the caterpillar and other toys and non-toys-that-have-become-toys and everything else. He wants to cruise all over the grubby aisles of the plane. I need to think of something else to keep him occupied on this 15-hour long flight. May be in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3928444828763332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-flying-some-30000ft-above-sea.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3928444828763332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3928444828763332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-flying-some-30000ft-above-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3879399251198934079</id><published>2009-11-23T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:43:53.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The taxonomy of Indian restaurant menus.</title><summary type='text'>A friend wanted some suggestions of good Indian restaurants and that got me thinking... on a tangent as always.. about how some of these Indian restaurants make their menus exotic, hard-bind them in leather and emboss with gold lettering. Some of them even go 'French' on you and forget to add the pricing but helpfully include grand descriptions of the items on the menu. Like the masala dosa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3879399251198934079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxonomy-of-indian-restaurant-menus.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3879399251198934079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3879399251198934079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxonomy-of-indian-restaurant-menus.html' title='The taxonomy of Indian restaurant menus.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-8980143884670800114</id><published>2009-11-18T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:21:41.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 goofy things I wish I could do</title><summary type='text'>1. Cartwheels to impress kids at parks.2. Juggle drink mixers / tumblers. Just for the coolness factor, you know!3. Turn my eyelids inside-out and shock people who ring the doorbell. :D4. Hula-hoop. Uhuhuhuh. I guess I just don't have flexi-hips. :(5. Last but not the least: maaro a long, shrill seeti. Most essential when there is a Matt Damon or a George Clooney on the screen or when the husband</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8980143884670800114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-goofy-things-i-wish-i-could-do.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8980143884670800114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8980143884670800114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-goofy-things-i-wish-i-could-do.html' title='5 goofy things I wish I could do'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3719075383289184261</id><published>2009-11-15T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:26:09.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket list (tag)</title><summary type='text'>Tagged by starry. Bucket list: Get life insurance. :PRun a marathon or more realistically, a half.Join as many classes as possible: public policy, investing, anthropology, green energy, film-making, watch-making, tennis, violin, french, dance, dress-making... and apply learnings.See the Himalayas. Hike to the Everest base station.Find an alternate career for the last lap. May be teaching.Kick @$$</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3719075383289184261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/bucket-list-tag.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3719075383289184261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3719075383289184261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/bucket-list-tag.html' title='Bucket list (tag)'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2011140155788680938</id><published>2009-11-12T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:15:58.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 girly(?) things I wish I could do</title><summary type='text'>(.. God knows, I have tried! ..)1. Wear heels comfortably. I can manage about 2-inch heels if I'm getting into the car and going straight to a brief event that does not have too much standing or running around, but that's about it.2. Nails and nail-paint. Can do once in a while but really hate chipped nails and receding polish and don't have the enthusiasm to constantly touchup and all that. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2011140155788680938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-girly-things-i-wish-i-could-do.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2011140155788680938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2011140155788680938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-girly-things-i-wish-i-could-do.html' title='5 girly(?) things I wish I could do'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5424796867372962497</id><published>2009-11-10T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:57:26.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning routine scuffle</title><summary type='text'>Before Scout: Wake up 50 mins before I need to be at work. Shower, throw something on. Put jacket and shoes on. Quick look in the mirror to asses the outcome. Nothing can be done about the outcome anyway. Pick up laptop bag(1 number). Rush out.After Scout: Wake up when he wakes up which could be 2-3 hours before the time I need to be at work. Play with him etc. One of us bathes him, diapers him, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5424796867372962497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-routine-scuffle.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5424796867372962497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5424796867372962497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-routine-scuffle.html' title='Morning &lt;strike&gt;routine&lt;/strike&gt; scuffle'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2108382138628540123</id><published>2009-11-06T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:01:14.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparring techniques.</title><summary type='text'>Which technique do you use most often?Sparring technique 1: Self deprecation.Me: Nobody is stupider than me.Friend: You can't beat me. I boiled the milk over for the n'th time today.Me: Yeah? Beat this. I locked myself out of the house for the n'th time.Friend: Yeah? I went all the way to work this morning in my bathroom slippers.And so on..Now, consider someone who cannot spar, then this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2108382138628540123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/sparring-techniques.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2108382138628540123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2108382138628540123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/sparring-techniques.html' title='Sparring techniques.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-7562228072118000603</id><published>2009-11-05T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:07:04.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arggghh moment!</title><summary type='text'>These days I'm trying to be friends with a few people on the in-laws' side. When in social situations with them, I'm tired of just going through the same old formal routines every time. I meet them often but still I'm not friends with them in any sense of the word. I watch what I say and I'm wary of joking even in good humor with them. You might be wondering why this is so important to me and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7562228072118000603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/arggghh-moment.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7562228072118000603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7562228072118000603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/arggghh-moment.html' title='Arggghh moment!'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1040087889785743930</id><published>2009-11-02T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:47:01.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your idea of heaven?</title><summary type='text'>Recchiuti, San FranciscoLa Maison Du Chocolat, LondonSpruengli, ZurichRichart, ParisKodaikanal homemade (Couldn't find them online)A colleague is visiting Kodaikanal and I recommended the chocolates to him. That is where the chocolate-y lunch discussion started at work and ended with people listing their favorite chocolate stores around the world. What is yours?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1040087889785743930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-your-idea-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1040087889785743930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1040087889785743930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-your-idea-of-heaven.html' title='What is your idea of heaven?'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2045441641544669726</id><published>2009-10-29T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:38:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout update</title><summary type='text'>In recent developments, Scout has learnt to use his index finger (pointer) to point to things that catch his attention. He has learnt to say 'adu' (for 'that'). He has learnt to shake his head sideways meaning "no". Now combine all the three together for everyday situations at the Average household. Scout: "adu" *pointing finger in general direction of ball, choo-choo train, book etc.*Amma: "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2045441641544669726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/scout-update.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2045441641544669726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2045441641544669726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/scout-update.html' title='Scout update'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1280663352126654276</id><published>2009-10-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:25:18.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voiceless</title><summary type='text'>Lost real voice completely, virtual voice somewhat, while the voices in my head are as loud as usual. Scout is confused. GI is sometimes relieved, sometimes exasperated. In the universal list of ailments, I can check Laryngitis off.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1280663352126654276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/voiceless.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1280663352126654276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1280663352126654276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/voiceless.html' title='Voiceless'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-4768382125542540732</id><published>2009-10-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:53:38.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding limericks (tag)</title><summary type='text'>MFT's post reminded me of this game played in weddings where you are asked by aunties and others to "take" your new partner's name by making up a limerick. I believe, like most other games meant for weddings, this helped to build camaraderie between the bride and the groom in the days when people got married without having known each other. Here's my (apology of a) limerick from our wedding. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4768382125542540732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-limericks-tag.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4768382125542540732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4768382125542540732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-limericks-tag.html' title='Wedding limericks (tag)'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-6764280305966986545</id><published>2009-10-15T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:55:51.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I want to have a second one.</title><summary type='text'>There might be many reasons but right now, my top reason to have a second one is so that the Scout has company when he sleeps in his own room at night. Yeah, my 10 month old has moved into his own room for various reasons, but mostly because he sleeps better when he doesn't see me! Yeah, that's right, as non-intuitive as it might sound. The minute he sees either of us, even in the dark room in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6764280305966986545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-want-to-have-second-one.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6764280305966986545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6764280305966986545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-want-to-have-second-one.html' title='Why I want to have a second one.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-878899220695449273</id><published>2009-10-15T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:59:37.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali is in the air!</title><summary type='text'>There's a nip in the air. The prez lit up his house for the festival. People are making sweets. Can smell the aroma of jaggery and ghee from some homes. A party is being planned with friends. Party tasks are divided and delegated and people are enthusiastic about doing their parts. Happened to find some simple paTaaki in a Chinese store which I bought for the group. A candle arrangement contest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/878899220695449273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/878899220695449273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/878899220695449273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-is-in-air.html' title='Diwali is in the air!'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-4234829268997469851</id><published>2009-10-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:12:48.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a question you’ve always wanted to ask a fellow blogger but didnt know what she would think… (tag)</title><summary type='text'>The mim and her mo-joe are back and cracking the whip with a joe-cular tag. :)=============rules of this tagask a fellow blogger one question that youve been puzzling about…and pass it fwd===============My question to choxbox (w.r.t current header pic): How many chox in the choxbox did the choxbox eat?===============And to answer mim's question, what can I say but that I married up! :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4234829268997469851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-youve-always-wanted-to-ask.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4234829268997469851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4234829268997469851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-youve-always-wanted-to-ask.html' title='a question you’ve always wanted to ask a fellow blogger but didnt know what she would think… (tag)'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5308987486798482943</id><published>2009-10-12T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:43:11.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>palkova contd.</title><summary type='text'>palkova contd from here. He was reading the newspaper and casually remarked -- "That palkova is Diwali bonus from my boss". Her heart sank as she walked into the kitchen to get dinner ready. She gasped! Dinner was ready. Curry, sambar and rassam awaited. As she turned to look at him, he smiled and went back to his newspaper.Update: continued here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5308987486798482943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/palkova-contd.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5308987486798482943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5308987486798482943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/palkova-contd.html' title='palkova contd.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-6695788659922344385</id><published>2009-10-09T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:03:44.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abominable Obamanobel</title><summary type='text'>What? Why? How? Uhuhuhhuh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6695788659922344385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/abominable-obamanoble.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6695788659922344385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6695788659922344385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/abominable-obamanoble.html' title='Abominable Obamanobel'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-8728393447117606180</id><published>2009-10-08T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:29:47.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 step guide to being actively passive aggressive</title><summary type='text'>(a.k.a silent treatment in marital terms)1. Do not read. Then he won't even know you are silent because of something he did. He conveniently assumes you are silent because you are reading! It's OK to begin imparting the silent treatment and then start reading.2. Do not watch a movie with him. You will forget you are fuming and start discussing the plot.3. Do not go to a friend's place with him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8728393447117606180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-step-guide-to-being-actively-passive.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8728393447117606180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8728393447117606180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-step-guide-to-being-actively-passive.html' title='The 10 step guide to being actively passive aggressive'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1149705778324667499</id><published>2009-10-05T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:18:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumi vs. Roomie</title><summary type='text'>[With sincerest apologies if this comes across as being irreverent in any way. The following came up when reminiscing with old friends about roomie squabbles :)]Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. I will meet you there.-- RumiOut beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. Let's take it out there.--Roomie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1149705778324667499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/rumi-vs-roomie.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1149705778324667499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1149705778324667499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/rumi-vs-roomie.html' title='Rumi vs. Roomie'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-8992566688325619333</id><published>2009-10-01T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:27:55.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkathon prep</title><summary type='text'>I'm making a list of things that I need to talk to the GI about when I call him next. The list has mundane things like bills that need to be paid or papers that need to be signed etc, that are boring but important and not to mention urgent, and I'm sure I'll forget a few of them if I don't have a list. Although I make a number of lists, I think this must be the first time I'm making one such list</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8992566688325619333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/talkathon-prep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8992566688325619333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8992566688325619333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/talkathon-prep.html' title='Talkathon prep'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5085240630272629036</id><published>2009-09-29T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:05:46.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal independence</title><summary type='text'>The Scout is staging a struggle for independence. Independence from being fed cereal and veggies and other such good mush. The spoon is batted away. The head is turned vigorously this way and that and the mouth is clamped shut. But put him on the high chair and lay out pieces of dosa or chapathi or croissant etc in front of him and he picks them up between his thumb and fore-finger and eats them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5085240630272629036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/cereal-independence.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5085240630272629036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5085240630272629036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/cereal-independence.html' title='Cereal independence'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1388849936843478183</id><published>2009-09-25T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:09:09.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Deficit Dis.... umm.. err.. huh.. what was I saying?!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, the Average household suffers from it even though we are armed to the teeth with task lists (on the fridge, on a whiteboard in the room, on the computer etc).Scene1: I come to make mix dinner for the Scout. Completely forget about it and instead start putting the grocery into the fridge and take a minute to figure it out when Scout starts getting cranky.Scene 2: I open the laptop to reply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1388849936843478183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-deficit-dis-umm-err-huh-what.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1388849936843478183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1388849936843478183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-deficit-dis-umm-err-huh-what.html' title='Attention Deficit Dis.... umm.. err.. huh.. what was I saying?!'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3243034960917610092</id><published>2009-09-22T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:55:16.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If TPL encountered a bear..</title><summary type='text'>TPL in one of her posts asked what one was supposed to do if one encountered a bear. Here is a picture we took of a list of instructions on what to do when one encounters a bear. We were supposed to read and assimilate the instructions before getting on the bus in Denali National Park, Alaska. IIRC the para before what is on camera was also very interesting. Basically it asked us to run in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3243034960917610092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-tpl-encountered-bear.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3243034960917610092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3243034960917610092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-tpl-encountered-bear.html' title='If TPL encountered a bear..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__TdJW7QVqZk/SrlEpeXPW6I/AAAAAAAAABM/F-R-yVvphzw/s72-c/IMG_1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-91089251872944187</id><published>2009-09-21T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:20:59.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood shopper-girl trauma*</title><summary type='text'>My dad killed the shopper-girl in me. :) I would come back all pumped up after some shopping trip where I thought I had haggled and got the deal of my life for a pair of Madhuri-Dixit-type baggy pants (yes, as horrified as you may be, that was the trend in those days) and he would jokingly say "You payed Rs.xxx for this? I could get you ten of these for Rs.xx in ChikpeTe". Or he would say "Is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/91089251872944187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/childhood-shopper-girl-trauma.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/91089251872944187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/91089251872944187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/childhood-shopper-girl-trauma.html' title='Childhood shopper-girl trauma*'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-6070021679748782742</id><published>2009-09-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:38:02.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless, mapless glyphs.</title><summary type='text'>They reminded me of this. A co-worker spent a day in the desert searching for them. I had no idea that such things existed in California.  There are no maps to get there, in the interest of preservation. Hmm.. one day.. may be I will go.. when I can be without clocks and maps and other baggage.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6070021679748782742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/timeless-mapless-glyphs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6070021679748782742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6070021679748782742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/timeless-mapless-glyphs.html' title='Timeless, mapless glyphs.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5201813179883677923</id><published>2009-09-16T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:11:29.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hence, proved.</title><summary type='text'>Costco croissant: 1Baby Gerber puffs: 0 Home-made dal: 1Gerber veggie: 0 Cut up peach: 1Pureed peach: 0Park swing: 10Amma: 0High-five to daycare aunty: yesHigh-five to amma: noResults:Scout-wants-to-move-away-from-babyfood test: +veScout-wants-to-be-affixed-to-park-swing test: +veScout-knows-whom-to-impress test: +ve</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5201813179883677923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/hence-proved.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5201813179883677923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5201813179883677923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/hence-proved.html' title='Hence, proved.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-7301403149704024264</id><published>2009-09-11T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:53:12.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She wonders if she is careless! Pshaw! What would I be if I told you that I almost failed to stop the Scout from swallowing a band-aid which he tore from the thumb of his right foot by putting foot into mouth sitting in his rear-facing car-seat while I sat in the front chatting with the GI?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7301403149704024264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-wonders-if-she-is-careless-pshaw.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7301403149704024264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7301403149704024264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-wonders-if-she-is-careless-pshaw.html' title=''/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2669259169369356459</id><published>2009-09-10T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:40:46.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Bangalore</title><summary type='text'>I'm a 4th generation Bangalorean. My great grand parents came from their hometowns and settled in Bangalore. Our roots end in Bangalore. I have never been to my ancestral hometown(s). In fact I think my parents themselves haven't been to those parts although my grandmother sometimes wistfully spoke about her parents' village. Now, we haven't decided if we want to settle in the US or r2I but one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2669259169369356459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-bangalore.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2669259169369356459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2669259169369356459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-bangalore.html' title='Beautiful Bangalore'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-8959674249495840475</id><published>2009-09-09T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:27:00.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And his social life starts..</title><summary type='text'>Scout got back home from the daycare with a fancy balloon, a reasonably big bag of candies and a toy -- all part of the goody-bag from a kid's birthday celebration at the daycare. With that we mark the beginning of the boy's own social life. :) He lovvveees the balloon. Has breastfed, eaten, pooped, bathed and crawled while clutching the string in his hand. PS question: Are we supposed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8959674249495840475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-his-social-life-starts.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8959674249495840475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8959674249495840475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-his-social-life-starts.html' title='And his social life starts..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5552232753770782483</id><published>2009-09-05T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:58:36.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six with the GI</title><summary type='text'>One: number of children with the GI.Two: times 10 pounds is the weight gained (by me) after living with him.*Three: average number of arguments in a day with the same person.Four: average number of waking hours spent with him in a day.Five: times five Illayaraja songs learnt from his bathroom singing.**Six: years of documented togetherness.Happy anniversary and more power to us. :) **** he hasn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5552232753770782483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/six-with-gi.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5552232753770782483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5552232753770782483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/six-with-gi.html' title='Six with the GI'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5475485047391487553</id><published>2009-09-01T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:18:45.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose recipe is it anyway?</title><summary type='text'>Which of the following do you think irritates me the most? (1) I make a crispy yet fluffy bajji and an aunt from the mom's side asks me if I learnt cooking from the mom.(2) I make a tangy saaru (rassam) and an aunt from the husband's side asks me if I learnt cooking from the mil.(3) I make a mean bisi-bele-baath and the sil asks me if I learnt cooking from the husband.(4) I make a reasonably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5475485047391487553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/which-of-following-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5475485047391487553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5475485047391487553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/which-of-following-do-you-think.html' title='Whose recipe is it anyway?'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-229828012711396088</id><published>2009-08-27T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:57:26.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC of Scout</title><summary type='text'>[Posting delayed..]Age: 9 months to this day.Boy/Girl: Boy.Chews on: Everything although he doesn't have teeth yet.Dotes on: the grandpa (before he left). Now he spreads his attention equally between amma and appa.Eats: Cereal, Mashed Veggies, Fruits. Finds: the teeniest bit of paper or dust on the floor and picks it up ever so carefully between his thumb and fore-finger.Gagged: On a band-aid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/229828012711396088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/abc-of-scout.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/229828012711396088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/229828012711396088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/abc-of-scout.html' title='The ABC of Scout'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2610865335111851822</id><published>2009-08-25T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:45:23.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one..</title><summary type='text'>What do you call it when someone (read aunty type) claims that deep frying uses only as much oil as shallow frying? And also adds a "idu yella scientific" ("It's all scientific") to it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2610865335111851822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-one.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2610865335111851822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2610865335111851822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-one.html' title='Another one..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5781760994054594902</id><published>2009-08-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:03:28.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MiM orders a 55-er</title><summary type='text'>Continuing from here as ordered by God herself in the comments section ... :)She addressed him as 'Sri Sri' instead of 'Sri Sri Sri' but that didn't make him laugh. She said his 'Vatapi Ganapatim' was in 'Kalyani' but even that didn't make him laugh at her. She used her final weapon. She called her mother a great vocalist. Out came his side-slapping guffaw and the buck teeth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5781760994054594902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/mim-orders-55-er.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5781760994054594902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5781760994054594902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/mim-orders-55-er.html' title='MiM orders a 55-er'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2510758092177865857</id><published>2009-08-19T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:01:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you call..</title><summary type='text'>the dad who puts hazaar fundae all thru' the day about sleep training the li'l one and then turns into putty and pleads to be permitted to pick the baby up on the first wail of the night? :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2510758092177865857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-call.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2510758092177865857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2510758092177865857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-call.html' title='What do you call..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-6429575442714684077</id><published>2009-08-18T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:03:47.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Bose, Dev, Dravid, Gandhi, Khanna have in common?</title><summary type='text'>They not only have first names of 'Rahul' but a bunch of us girls in college had what we thought were insufferable crushes on all of them. We thought they were incurably 'hawwt'! So we did some "desk graffiti" (aka scrape-writing-desk-in-college-classroom-with-a-blade) on this topic. We listed all their names and ranked them by marking stars next to their names. I think Bose got 5 stars (highest)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6429575442714684077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-bose-dev-dravid-gandhi-khanna.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6429575442714684077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6429575442714684077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-bose-dev-dravid-gandhi-khanna.html' title='What do Bose, Dev, Dravid, Gandhi, Khanna have in common?'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-9205634715181945443</id><published>2009-08-17T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:50:32.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another phase is over..</title><summary type='text'>The in-laws have left as planned. Real parenting begins. Power to us. Luck to Scout. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9205634715181945443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-phase-is-over.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/9205634715181945443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/9205634715181945443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-phase-is-over.html' title='Another phase is over..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-4411686736613623985</id><published>2009-08-15T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:22:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First award and tag</title><summary type='text'>Got my first award and tag from the wonderful MiM and I have been gushing like a 12 year old since then. Thank you MiM! Like Zeenat Aman had Dev Anand giving her the first break, like Madhuri Dixit had Subhash Ghai-ji, like MJ had Quincy, I have MiM. :) So here are the answers to the questions in the tag. 1.What is your current obsession?Reading up on how to make Scout sleep through the night (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4411686736613623985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-award-and-tag.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4411686736613623985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4411686736613623985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-award-and-tag.html' title='First award and tag'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__TdJW7QVqZk/SoXdoeKKJAI/AAAAAAAAABE/exITosQLVEo/s72-c/one_lovely_blog.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3785638552707506373</id><published>2009-08-11T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:43:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions you must ask the guy or girl you are seeing..</title><summary type='text'>... if there's even the remotest chance of you ending up married to him or her. :) These are anecdotes gathered from married friends of various backgrounds. Many of these couples knew each other for ages before getting married but were still zapped by some of these daily nits. These questions are not based on big earth-shattering differences but they are daily pain points that won't go away. Heck</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3785638552707506373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/questions-you-must-ask-guy-or-girl-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3785638552707506373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3785638552707506373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/questions-you-must-ask-guy-or-girl-you.html' title='Questions you must ask the guy or girl you are seeing..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-8384097907940215239</id><published>2009-08-10T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:45:38.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The saga of the blouse piece</title><summary type='text'>The Scout whined and writhed his way through his first *symbolic* haircut at the temple on Sunday. Symbolic because just five wisps of hair were cut. This was followed by a festive lunch at home with friends and family. Lunch included poori, saagu (vegetable kurma), bisi-bele-bath (heavenly-rice-preparation-lost-in-translation), alu bonda, anna(rice), saaru(rassam), towwe(dal), kosambri, gulab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8384097907940215239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/scout-whined-and-writhed-his-way.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8384097907940215239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/8384097907940215239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/scout-whined-and-writhed-his-way.html' title='The saga of the blouse piece'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-6202781240638943959</id><published>2009-08-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:13:39.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivial pursuit</title><summary type='text'>The niece's  somewhat random question on Beethoven's life brought forth some happy memories from a past life in the quizzing circuit way back in school and college. When knowing and spouting trivia was considered cool. Nerds that we were! But there was many a cute trivia that I got to know only because of quizzing. The one about the Asimov/Clarke treaty. The one about Newton being a member of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6202781240638943959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/trivial-pursuit.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6202781240638943959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/6202781240638943959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/trivial-pursuit.html' title='Trivial pursuit'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3004214086639616743</id><published>2009-08-01T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:10:26.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all the aunties who think card playing will result in children becoming drunken penny-less gamblers: think again! There is Math in it. There is logic, strategy, memory, discipline and of course, chance! Valuable lessons I would think. What do you think? Would you let your let's say 8 year old learn or play card games with friends?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3004214086639616743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-all-aunties-who-think-card-playing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3004214086639616743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3004214086639616743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-all-aunties-who-think-card-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1280908551523261394</id><published>2009-07-30T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:46:38.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><summary type='text'>The mil is one of the most tenacious women I have known. She is as hardy as they come. She is multifaceted. She can easily converse in 6 Indian languages. She is the president of her Mahila Mandali back home. She wins Rangoli competitions as well as debating competitions. Playing hard and winning are not new to her. She rode on buses to attend debating competitions in high schools (in the early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1280908551523261394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/milestones.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1280908551523261394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1280908551523261394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1445083777275484678</id><published>2009-07-29T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:29:42.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog might be the only thing that is not infected.</title><summary type='text'>Everything and everybody in the Average household has a cold right now. The littlest one is being the bravest about it.  This also is the first cold of his life. He still is doing everything that he normally does on a given day including creeping and crawling around, tasting unidentifiable objects, yelping with glee at the sight of taatha and such. The rest of us are sniffling, gargling, saying "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1445083777275484678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blog-might-be-only-thing-that-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1445083777275484678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1445083777275484678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blog-might-be-only-thing-that-is.html' title='This blog might be the only thing that is not infected.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-4266819283614407181</id><published>2009-07-24T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:35:04.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad I married a morning person..</title><summary type='text'>despite the well-meaning advice from an aunt to not do so, me being a night owl. And I'm glad because: the GI buys fresh bagels and croissants on weekends even before I see the first light of the day. He irons my clothes and packs my laptop on weekdays.  He does the daddy duty for the Scout who (uhuhuh!) wakes up at least 2 hours ahead of me.  So here's a big yay to the early riser in this house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4266819283614407181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-glad-i-married-morning-person.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4266819283614407181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/4266819283614407181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-glad-i-married-morning-person.html' title='I&apos;m glad I married a morning person..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-993774123069898474</id><published>2009-07-23T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:19:28.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter (and the Half-Blood Prince) happened with the co-workers. I liked the movie and couldn't agree more with BRangan's review. This is the second movie I'm watching in the theater since the Scout was born. The first was Star Trek, watched with the GI where I drooled over  Spock (more the character of Spock, than the actor) while the GI drooled over Uhura (less the character and more the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/993774123069898474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/993774123069898474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/993774123069898474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2049807421900794308</id><published>2009-07-21T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:44:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's with husbands and their unending love for their mom's cooking?! :) On a scale of 1 to 10 I rate my mil's cooking to be 9 on the taste-scale, 4 on the health-scale and 5 on ease of preparation. While I rate my cooking to be 8 on taste, 7 on health and 7 on ease of process. The husband mostly agrees with my scoring as well. Yet he will profess his love for his mom's cooking even before the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2049807421900794308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-with-husbands-and-their-unending.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2049807421900794308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2049807421900794308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-with-husbands-and-their-unending.html' title=''/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2401829954616115816</id><published>2009-07-13T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:01:14.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The combat crawler</title><summary type='text'>We have a cute, cuddly, combat crawler in our midst. The Scout (I know, what an apt name in this context!) has started to crawl exactly like how the GI's do in those war movies. Upon siting an object of interest across the room, he musters up all his energy to combat crawl till the object is at arms-length. Then he stops and lunges for the object, stretches and tries to grab it with his finger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2401829954616115816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/combat-crawler.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2401829954616115816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2401829954616115816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/combat-crawler.html' title='The combat crawler'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1544962942017368120</id><published>2009-07-13T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:51:38.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was mistaken for an Amway..</title><summary type='text'>and ouch, that hurts! So I was in the local Indian grocery store doing my weekly run. I noticed something that looked like fresh Aware kaaLu (it is a very sought-after bean in Karnataka and is not available fresh in the grocery stores here as far as I know). I wanted to buy some and impress the hell out of the mil who wouldn't hesitate to give an arm and a leg for a bunch of said beans. But I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1544962942017368120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-mistaken-for-amway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1544962942017368120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1544962942017368120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-mistaken-for-amway.html' title='I was mistaken for an Amway..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-2756843469005493633</id><published>2009-07-12T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:47:31.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The busy bees</title><summary type='text'>I'm busy but I hate to admit that. When people ask me "How's work?" I usually reply with an "Alright" or "Pretty good" etc.  Never a "Gosh! I'm so busy I can't breathe" even when that is true. I find it amusing that some people get a lot of mileage from ranting about how busy their work is, how hard their boss is making them work or how their colleagues are slacking off while they themselves are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2756843469005493633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2756843469005493633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/2756843469005493633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-bees.html' title='The busy bees'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5939107164761807438</id><published>2009-06-26T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:49:16.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember the time..</title><summary type='text'>I remember rewinding his cassettes a million times to mug the lyrics of his songs. Especially "Annie are you okay?" had us flummoxed. I still sing it with my own bullshit lyrics most of the time. I remember screaming "Beat it" and "Bad" on hot summer afternoons with our own un-cool moves. I remember him as the one who introduced the words "break dance" into our vocabularies. Remember many a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5939107164761807438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5939107164761807438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5939107164761807438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-time.html' title='I remember the time..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3698826280870134223</id><published>2009-06-22T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:51:44.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddies are for catching fireflies..</title><summary type='text'>The Scout and I gifted that book to the GIJoe with a little poem written inside wishing him a Happy Father's day. Right now Scout is using it more like a chew toy, like he does with every other thing that comes into his life. :) He sits on his appa's lap and chews the book(s) out while the appa tries to save the book(s) and quickly read in the small intervals when the chewing stops. Quite a cute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3698826280870134223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddies-are-for-catching-fireflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3698826280870134223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3698826280870134223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddies-are-for-catching-fireflies.html' title='Daddies are for catching fireflies..'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-7069186874345399744</id><published>2009-06-14T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:46:48.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout update</title><summary type='text'>The Scout is about 6.5 months old. He can role from one end of the room to the other. He can say many consonant sounds -- "thatha", "papa", "mama", "kaka" etc. His favorite is "thatha", although he has not made any associations with any of those sounds.  He looks up at the flowers on the side-stand when his ajji asks him "hoov yelli?". He blows raspberries and likes doing it especially when he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7069186874345399744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/scout-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7069186874345399744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7069186874345399744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/scout-update.html' title='Scout update'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-610743155288376659</id><published>2009-06-14T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:50:26.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The unbearable lightness of being.</title><summary type='text'>The unbearable lightness of being: Outcome of a nice long unwinding session with a close friend. Heartfelt discussion of everything ranging from parenting to Ph.D topics to in-laws to internet protocols to Hawaiian vacations and such. Things that a perfectly lazy Friday evening is made of.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/610743155288376659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbearable-lightness-of-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/610743155288376659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/610743155288376659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbearable-lightness-of-being.html' title='The unbearable lightness of being.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-5531599885036604633</id><published>2009-06-11T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:19:09.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help yourself!</title><summary type='text'>So we have this new co-worker / intern in our cube. He just started yesterday. Today I ate lunch at my desk and after I was done I was about to go to the kitchen to bring some water and such. And this guy asks me to take his coffee mug as well with me. I was truly shocked, especially since I have barely know him for like a day. It must have shown on my face for he added -- "oh, can you just leave</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5531599885036604633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5531599885036604633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/5531599885036604633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-yourself.html' title='Help yourself!'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3705271674241399284</id><published>2009-05-29T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:27:31.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All 6 yards</title><summary type='text'>I love sarees. Especially the traditional ones. I'm always eyeing amma's traditional Kanjeevarams and Benarasis. Although I have a few newer ones of these types of my own, I love how her older ones feel on the skin. And the zari looks so much richer on the really good, old ones. I make deals with amma to flick her sarees whenever possible. :-) My ajji had lovely silks as well. One was this pitch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3705271674241399284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-6-yards.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3705271674241399284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3705271674241399284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-6-yards.html' title='All 6 yards'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-1501423331766446595</id><published>2009-05-26T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:58:46.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day, that month</title><summary type='text'>Nov 26 '08. Six months ago. We were four days away from Scout's expected due date. The doc lady had sad that if she had to put money she would estimate that the actual date of arrival might be a day or two beyond the EDD. Bored of waiting, I badgered the GIJoe and my mom to go watch Quantum of Solace and more specifically the awesomeness that is Daniel Craig. Off we went and watched the night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1501423331766446595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-day-that-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1501423331766446595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/1501423331766446595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-day-that-month.html' title='This day, that month'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-3095666367575874900</id><published>2009-05-24T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:32:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I would give for someone to do a psychoanalytic study on mil-dil relationships!?Update: For the record, this is not about my relationship with my mil. I have a reasonable relationship with my mil. But in general I hear stories of all kinds from everywhere. Wanted to understand the psyche better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3095666367575874900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-would-give-for-someone-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3095666367575874900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/3095666367575874900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-would-give-for-someone-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-249932534067742573</id><published>2009-05-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:01:07.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horroscope mismatch :-)</title><summary type='text'>Him: King bed. Two separate blankets.Her: Queen bed. One single blanket.:-) Do you have your own "mismatch" story? :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/249932534067742573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/horroscope-mismatch.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/249932534067742573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/249932534067742573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/horroscope-mismatch.html' title='Horroscope mismatch :-)'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-671787149184142836</id><published>2009-05-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:00:18.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing G.I.Joe and the Scout</title><summary type='text'>Why is it so endearing to see a grown man sing rhymes or play peekaboo with his baby? And if the man happens to be your husband, aren't you just plain lucky?! GIJoe babysat the Scout on Mother's day while I hung out and did some pottery with some girl friends. He fed him his bottle, put him to sleep, took him for a walk on the Bjorn and in general aced at the daddy tests. Here's to a father on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/671787149184142836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/introducing-gijoe-and-scout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/671787149184142836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/671787149184142836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/introducing-gijoe-and-scout.html' title='Introducing G.I.Joe and the Scout'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823886643354525774.post-7625973671090512668</id><published>2009-04-20T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:58:38.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the best phase is over.</title><summary type='text'>My parents leave in 10 days. I have been living a life of luxury like I have never known before, with them taking care of my every need and want even without me asking for it. I realized I'm not afraid of taking care of the little one without them. I'm scared because I'm afraid I can't take care of myself without them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7625973671090512668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-best-phase-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7625973671090512668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823886643354525774/posts/default/7625973671090512668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://averagejanesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-best-phase-is-over.html' title='And the best phase is over.'/><author><name>Average Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534190698401809182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
