I ate a bonbon. It had to happen eventually, what with there being a box of white bonbons in the house. Do I feel guilty for it? Absolutely not, which may be part of the problem. Here I am lifting weights, exercising and trying to…
Left Brain: It’s 1 am again. Right Brain: Yep. Same time as yesterday. LB: That makes today Friday already. RB: Yep. Happens every week. LB: You know what that means, don’t you? RB: That we know the days of the week? LB: No, it means…
Aaaaaaarrrhhhh…my hands are shaking. Not just my hands, my arms from the shoulder down are trembling in an embarrassingly old-lady kinda way. Why? Cuz I’ve been lifting weights. And do you know what the embarrassing part is? It’s the amount of weight I’ve been lifting.…
Blogistani time-travel. We are moving backwards through history (woosh!), all the way back to July 17th, 2003. Note the following entry: Oh yeah, yesterday I walked into my room and noticed that there was a shaft of light shining through the packing between the air…
You think you have problems?
It isn’t often that you watch something on TV that makes you cry, but sometimes it does happen. Like this evening. I was watching a documentary on the Discovery Channel about feral children, which are basically children who, through extreme neglect, have ‘gone wild.’ The…
Hmm, is it Thursday already? Sheesh, time flies when you’re errr…bored. Yeah. Bored but busy. Since we’ll be moving soon (‘nother house up the road) we’ve started delving into the closets and cabinets that haven’t been opened since the year 2001, when we moved in,…
Why as a child raised in a multi-faith home, I don’t support multi-faith marriages
Ok, here’s the part II to the post I did a few days ago about being raised in a two-faith household. It’s not so much a continuation of the story as it is a warning, or a fine-print. But here it goes. Abez does not…
I haven’t forgotten about typing a part II to the post I started a few days back (about growing up in a two-religion household), it’s just that I had to mention that we had two earthquakes today. It was so amazing and scary at the…
(Hey Sensei, what’s up?) 1. I’m trying to brainwash one of my students, but it’s harder than I thought it would be. Hmmph. (mongrel) 2. I had such a big lunch today that it’s dinner-time and I’m STILL feeling full. *groan* 3. I’m wearing my…
Growing up: Muslim? Mormon? Confused!
I’ve been asked to write about how, even having been raised in a household with two faiths, I came out to be Muslim. And I have to admit I feel like I’m writing an essay for homework. (That’s irony, said the English teacher.) Well, my…
Alright y’all, that there other comment box was a’running out of space. Here’s our spaghetti western so far. A light breeze blew, stirring up the dust in front of the saloon and carrying it down to the stable where my horse stood. Good old Bullet,…
RIP: The Iron
It’s 1:30 am and everyone else is asleep. Whackos. They went to bed early on me. Hmmph! The night is young, I say! So here I am downstairs, on the computer, blogging in the dark. Hooray! I was going to blog about Urdu expressions, specifically,…
Writer’s Block
*Baked 8 dozen peanut butter cookies. *Peeled an orange with a spoon. *Began designing myself a new layout. *Wore mismatched socks. This is a sum total of noteworthy things I have done today. Somebody tell me how I could turn this into a blog.
I Love Islamabad Traffic
While the action and adventure continues in our Blogistani Spaghetti Western (in the comments of the post prior to this one) I’ll get back to blogging. I try not to be redundant and blog about the same topic twice in one week (I said ‘I…
Hey, on Saturday I actually met Ms. X, the proverbial Darth Vader from my January 13th blog about joining the dark side. I would like to have asked her about that job that was offered (on condition that I not wear a scarf) and whether…
Since 10 this evening, I have: Washed dishes Made two coffee cakes Baked bread Burnt my thumb Smashed my thumb Dyed my thumb black All I have left to do is: Clean the house Wash my baking pans Press my Eid clothes with a non-functioning…