Banging my head against the wall...

for my stupidity... at the way i lost my phone this week. A black and orange beauty, my samsung monte, just 3 weeks old (!!!). Lets take a minute here to remember her.

But its not so much the loss of the phone as the way i lost it that makes me want to thunk my head against a wall. I lost it somewhere between waiting for my shuttle and getting to my desk on Monday morning. Many theories have been discussed over the last few days - i may have just kept it on my seat and forgotten it, or it may have dropped from my purse, or it may have been picked up from office by some dubious character (this last theory being highly unlikely ).
Having been a firm believer of using very basic phones over the years for this very reason, I had finally purchased my first touch screen gadget ( my first real gadget for that matter).

After moping around for a few days, quite irrationally, I'm now itching to get a new and improved phone, and very un-pocket-friendly thoughts spring to mind - "get an i-phone, get an i-phone" the voices in my head keep saying. What to do ? Haven't told the hubby yet about the voices in my head, since he is currently teaching me the good values of frugality, being a firm believer in observing self-inflicted punishment a-la Silas of the opus dei, da-vinci-code style, or, in my case, using my old phone for the next year (uncanny is the similarity in the way my mom and my husband think - they both are probably the most practical people iv known).

So i guess ill just have to get them voices out of my head, but in case Pabi darling if your reading this , my birthday like you know, falls next month and i do miss my phone ....:-)

A Little Ranting Never Hurt Anyone

Its a beautiful Monday morning ...why,you ask?
In a large portion, the the B-lore weather, which has considerably improved over the last week,can be held responsible. All of Bangalore has been sighing over one of the best weekends to go by, weather-wise. This weekend also got me, together the girls (y & v) on an oestrogen high, over Sex and the City - the movie (which, by the way we thoroughly enjoyed, call me shallow if you will) followed by a laaazzzzzy lunch peppered with some male-bashing at The Only Place. And trust me, lunching with the ladies is to the soul, what maybe a session at the spa is to your body. I prescribe for all women - one mandatory session with the girls every month, RX.
getting back to my Monday morning... beautiful it may be, but fruitful ... maybe not. For the nth time, i resolved to begin exercising regularly ( and pigs will fly said the husband). And yesterday, both the hubby and I took to the swimming pool in a bid to get those muscles moving. I had a vague idea that splashing in the pool would kick start my body and I would perhaps begin lifting some weights every morning. End result of all my splashing in the water (and some mighty splashing it was, since im still learning to swim) was that i wake up Monday morning with aches in all place. My weights are resigned, yet again to gather dust in the cupboard. Mea Culpa ...