In the last ‘episode’, I promised you a post about ‘The Amazing Race’. This is not that post.
Egirl has to hand in her homework on Wednesday. Part of it requires her to ask her grandparents or parents what it was like going to the seaside when they were young, and how it has changed over the years. I seriously doubt that my parents went to the seaside in their youth. They were more occupied with things like getting an education, helping out their parents at home, on the farm, in their business, anywhere their help was required. I think they might have gone to the riverside though, to fetch water, or in my dad’s case, to catch fish. Seaside sha. I’m not sure about T, he might have gone to the seaside, he grew up here. Me, I grew up in Kaduna, and as far as I know, there ain’t any sea there. I’m guessing going to Bar Beach in Lagos on a couple of occasions whilst I was at Law School doesn’t count. I’m dreading her handing in something along the lines of ‘Neither my grandparents nor parents went to the seaside in their youth, and as a result, they are unable to attest to any changes that might have occurred over the intervening years.’
I have one more day in which to figure something out.
I ordered some jeans from Dorothy Perkins the other day. Bootleg, three-quarter length, skinny, and super skinny, about five different pairs. I wore the skinny ones on Saturday. Though they were tight, I felt they were just right. That was until T had to help me take them off when we got home. I’m not in a hurry to try on the super skinny pair. I’m not worried that they won’t fit, or that they would constrict and or probably cut off my circulation, but I do have serious concerns about getting them off. Kind of reminds me of an ankara dress I had made for Ebaby in Lagos. It was a struggle getting the dress on her, but the tailor said it was the style of the dress, and that there was a knack to wearing it. It took three adults, including me and the tailor, to get the dress on her. And it was immediately apparent that there was no way that dress was coming off her of its own accord. So out came the tailor’s razor blade, and she carefully cut the dress off her. I couldn’t stop laughing. It was eventually altered, and fits like a dream now. Back to the jeans though, and I think they just might be going back, if vanity doesn’t win over common sense.
My phone is an HTC Hero. T-Mobile decided to name it the T-Mobile G2 Touch. A ridiculous name and I am having no part in it. My Hero is almost two years old. I am due an upgrade, but the thing is, I haven’t seen any phone I like enough so I am sticking with this one. It is an Android phone, and I really can’t see myself ever using any other operating system in the future. When I got it, the system version was 1.5, and then it got updated to 2.1 or so, and then nada. HTC decided they had new phones to sell and they weren’t releasing any more system updates for the Hero. I’ve had a whole lot of time on my hands what with recuperating and all that, so I went trawling the internet so I could update my phone’s system myself. I installed the Cronos Ginger 2.2.3 which all the techy people on the forums were raving over, but I didn’t like it. So two days later, I uninstalled it and installed the WildHero Rom, so my phone is now rocking Android version 2.3.3. HTC, eat your heart out. I’m not a techy person at all, but if you have an Android phone with an outdated OS, it’s fairly straightforward to upgrade and I’d be happy to give you the links I used.
Snippets from my life, as I live it. Thanks for stopping by .