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A witch and her cat

We don’t do trick or treating because we don’t. There is some debate about celebrating Halloween, and we try to avoid debates if possible. Instead we figured a way to avoid breaking our daughter’s hearts with all the fuss that is Halloween (who doesn’t like spookiness, dressing up AND CANDY… c’mon?) So to be courteous to our cute wee neighbors and avoid having our girls view religion as an oppressive force, we resolved to dressing in costume while greeting the trick or treaters with candy. I say a pretty good compromise, and it eliminates the extra sugar from the equation. A win win really!

Mei went to school dressed as (according to her) a “demon fairy” in a red tutu covered in skulls, with a skull wand, and skull wrist bands. When she came home she wanted to dress up like The Green Wicked Witch of The West from The Wizard of Oz “Grabby, you can be my cat!” in which she received an excited “Meow!”

It was a crazy fun day, and the girls got to eat some candy from the leftovers.

Peace

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Feisty

Grabby has always been independent. She likes to feed herself, zip her own coats, buckle her own car seat (if she could) and if she could get away with it, cook her own meals. They would probably entail lots of chocolate and crackers. Grabby is not a talker unless she’s in the mood, and if she’s in the mood then you’d better fasten your seat belt ’cause you’ll be in for a long bumpy ride. The bumpiness comes from concentrating really hard, she tends to gobble up a few letters–which make her story telling skills highly entertaining and giggle inducing. She’ll get frustrated with you though if you have her repeat a word that your untrained ears have missed several times “I’ve said it already!”. She uses perfect sentence structure if you can decipher her sentences.

The girl wants what she wants. She’s known to shed a few tears when the respond to her requests are not met with “fine”. Because this is the expected reply that she awaits usually from her mama. It’s been tricky to refuse those big brown pleading eyes of hers, and even trickier to not feel your heart leap with her up and down leaps when you agree. This mama has been less generous with her “fines” these days. Which is insanely heart breaking but hopefully rewarding at the end of the road. Oh Grabby what are we going to do with you?  

Sarah the rainbow fairy has been Grabby’s alter ego for some time now. With her never ending obsession she has managed to acquire several fairy costumes, a few wings–which she prefers wearing two at a time– and recently about a dozen wands. Wands are a super important fairy accessory!

Grabby’s favorite animal is a panda, her favorite color is still yellow (all praise to the Lord) and her favorite number is four. Incidentally she just turned four a day ago (which you probably already know from my previous posts) and a feisty one at that.

Did you ever witness Grabby dance?  

Grabby’s best moments in life I’m pretty sure are spent dancing. She LOVES music, and she knows how to dance to the beat. She hops, jumps, runs, flutters, twirls, spins… you name it she does it but add to that an ear to ear smile and giggles. When this girl dances, I’m quite sure the world gets a little better. Her energy is capable of it I’m sure.

Happy Birthday Love,

Peace

Special Request

Grabby turns Four tomorrow but we had the celebration today, which is a good thing ’cause I don’t think she could’ve taken another day of anticipation. She almost had a nervous breakdown from the excitement. While waiting for her party and sitting down for lunch, she requested the song below (our family’s current favorite).

I took a few pictures with my fancy camera, but they need to be uploaded and edited. So instead you get to watch our favorite song, come later for random photos from our week long festivities. How about that?

If you’re in an area that is preparing for Sandy know that you’re in our thoughts.

Peace.

Bulk Festivities!

I’ve been having busy weeks these weeks. I started a contract interpreting job and I’m studying for a second try at an oral interpreting exam that I need to pass before the end of this year. My first born turned six lunar years today– How I know this? She was born the day before Eid Al Adha also known as Yaom ‘Arafa (the day of ‘Arafa). “If you had a son you would traditionally name him ‘Arafa” I had a baby girl lying next to me. I was exhausted, wanted to sleep and eat Fattah. I received a platter of fattah the next evening from two Egyptian friends. My baby suckled milk made from that same meal eight hours later. My second and youngest born turns four “sun years” this Monday, she’s been anticipating her party since October’s arrival. Time is a tricky business at this young age, she’s been VERY patient!

Tomorrow if you haven’t guessed it from the previous paragraph is Eid Al Adha (the one where we traditionally sacrifice a sheep, yet any animal that is permissible to eat would suffice) there are a number of festivities that somehow crept up on us without us being fully prepared.

We wish you all blessed Eid days, fall days, birth days, and spooky days.

I’ll be hopefully coming tomorrow to show off our traditional Eid getup.

Peace.

Priorities

So it boils down to should I go to the Gym today or tackle the laundry and make an elaborate dinner instead of steamed everything blah. I finished most of my laundry and the girls fansy stuff that need to go on the gentle cycle and get line dried. The man does the rest. And no these are not #firstworldproblems because they aren’t problems at all, they are blessings.

Someone shared this short video about poor africans filmed in their slums reading twitter hashtags of first world problems. He named the video “first world problems read by third world people”. The title is already incorrect because I come from the third world and I experience similar “first world problems”. The irony of this is, the short video maker didn’t make a point at all. The hashtag is a parody. It’s people recognizing their lame complaints and making fun of them. Which is kind of the same like #muslimrage. If you’re familiar with Twitter world you need to check this hashtag out, I contributed a few in there.  Here’s my personal favorite (which unfortunately I can’t take credit for):”@HijabiGrlPrblms: You lose your nephew at the airport but you can’t yell his name because it’s JIHAD. #muslimrage”

Where was I?

Oh priorities. There must be a balanced way where one can exercise, eat right and not obsesses about it. It’s important to care about the right choices, but there must be a balance where one remembers his real purpose in this world, right? To do laundry…KIDDING!

Conclusion: Breaking habits are good even breaking from a good habit. Eat something that contains a stick of butter sometimes, it’ll do you good–unless you have high cholesterol, then skip it and eat oats instead.

You see why I haven’t been coming here much recently? 

Also….JIHAD!

Peace!

Btw this post was written in its entirety as a reminder for myself, I get carried away sometimes.

Scraps

Apparently I have no triceps muscles to speak of, and yes I’m boring you with a workout complaint because I’m doing a sixty day challenge at the Gym so this is where I’m currently at. My left triceps muscles have been randomly shaking through out yesterday and they just did it again right now. I believe this should only mean that they’re getting stronger. That or I’m getting muscle atrophy, Lets pray for the first.

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I have some random phone photos from last weekend, some of them are crazy cool (or at least that’s what  I think) if you ever find yourself in Wisconsin do check out The Foreverton and Dr. Evermore’s Scarp Metal Art Park. It induces a lot of jaw dropping. Also very steam punky if you’re into that sort of thing.

These pictures don’t do it justice, there was so much details to look at and giant metal nonsense scattered around, and above you.

In other news, I experienced my first flat tire ever in the U.S. Seven years in, I say… pretty good!

Peace.

Fall links

I catch myself smiling while driving the girls to school every morning. The magnificent season is what fall should be called. My mother once told me that she would’ve probably become an artist if she was raised amongst such beauty. She was only talking about Canada Spring. “You need To come and see Fall in the midwest” is what I always tell her.

On with the links:

This made me happy this morning.

Did you watch this show yet. It’s really well made and very informative, ( not for young eyes.)

This song has been stuck in head for a while now. Love it.

Nathan Fillion is prepared for the zombie apocalipse. Are you?

“Don’t you feel like you’ve–For lack of a better word and bordering on sounding cheesy– summoned the inner warrior during your work out?” “I feel terrible during the work out, did you see my face?” My gym instructor was noticing my increased strength at class today. Also, I managed to lift the kettle ball without bruising my wrist, says something right there! This video is at the gym I go to. Tough tough tough! This guy would be handy when the zombie apocalypse hits.

Warrior.

I’ve been making different sides for our meals lately. I made grits tonight, I’ve also been making bulgar, lentils, and wild rice. I might pick up baking bread again now that the weather has cooled off enough to make my toes complain. What sides are you into these days? I ‘m always looking for inspiration.

I used to add a lot of bands and thing to my headscarf before marriage and motherhood. I’m thinking of re-adopting my funk after spotting this. We’ll see if I have any patience left in me.

That’s it!

Peace.