What’s up with some women?
Seriously i know i might be about to sound like a man here but what the heck is UP with some women who take FOREVER to get ready to go out???????
I telll my mum we’ll go to the supermarket since she’s just gotten back. By the time she finally got showered and dressed i tell her (as she’s putting her brooch on her head scarf) that i’ll wait in the car. CLEARLY because she’s doing the finishing touches on her outfit she’s pretty much ready? So i can wait in the car, get the AC started?
hell to the no – i have actually managed to put together this WHOLE post and she’s STILL not here.
You’d think she’s 93…. Not 53!
See everything…. Selectively
Ahhh – i so enjoy selective seeing! We’ve JUST arrived at her place from the airport – she has opened the back to the backyard…. And notices that i’ve sorta killed her herb garden BUT doesn’t notice the fact that Mr A has fixed the washing line!
Aaahhh – SO glad that while so many, MANY things change, evolve and pass in life there are SOME things that stay the same.
Oh well – at least she’s consistent!
Mr A meets a cousin!
Last night I spoke to Zaen – he’s one of my first cousins. We generally chat rather often but I say that in the last few months or so we haven’t chatted at all. Maybe its because we’re both busy with work or maybe its because he’s got 5 kids all under the age of 12 (where 3 are under the age of 6 – yikes), or maybe it’s all the mayhem with mum, etc – whatever; essentially we’d sorta lost touch.
Anyway the other day I thought about him and I was thinking that he’d such a snob for not calling me and really was a little overdue – so I gave him a call, left a message and called him an arrogant so and so for not calling his little cous(in).
It was a really good chat – I know mum had told me that he’d been in regular contact with her whilst she was over there (he lives in Doha; Qatar) but Zaen told me that it’s been roughly ever couple 4ish days. So imagine his surprise when he asks what I’ve been up to and I’m like “oh, well; I am in the midst of planning a wedding reception – you should come over to Australia in about October as that’s when we’re hoping to have it!”
The poor guy was shocked – he was like “how come I haven’t heard ANY of this – what is going on? Did you do all this while your mum was away?”
And so it began; I sat down and told him that naturally mum knows, that I moved out to Susi’s and then… well obviously everything. How Mr A’s parents are lovely. About him fasting with me this year – about why I suggested mum go on holiday if she didn’t want to mosque ALL together for eid. He silently listened and then said that he couldn’t believe my mum has said nothing to him about ANY of this. I told him that I seriously wasn’t surprised as I actually wasn’t allowed to mention it to anyone and not even suppose to talk to her about it as apparently I am then ‘killing her’.
He didn’t know what to say – Mr A then walked up to me and was like; “oohhh – who are you on the phone to?” when I said that it was Zaen he asked if Zaen wanted to talk to him – and so they spoke!!!
Granted it wasn’t a long conversation – just the basic salam and good to finally meet you. I am sorry that she (my mum) isn’t happy about us; but inshallah soon she will understand. Standard; please come to visit us in autralia; Mr A saying that we are building so inshallah he will be here either for our (civil) wedding and reception but if not then to come visit when we have our house; the good salam and then I got the phone returned to me!
Haha – the call ended with Zaen telling me that he is going to call me again soon – as clearly he misses TOO many events when he leaves it too long!
*sigh* One small step for man…
Quick Update!
Some photos to be uploaded this weekend (yay!). I have decided that it is MUCH overdue and have to keep you all interested!
ALSO: my mum returns in 10 days… *sigh*
Zumba-licious!
I got home Wednesday night sweaty… sweaty and tired but satisfied!
I woke up on the Thursday morning to get “up & at ‘em” for work and ‘lo
and behold I was sore… not in the ‘I need to crawl my way to the bathroom because standing hurts too much’ kinda way but more in the “oh – I don’t remember that hurting yesterday!”
I’ve actually been (trying) to make positive strides in the proactive
positive thoughts regarding exercise and I think that overall things are coming along well; Mr A me, Susi and her boyfriend have been regularly working out with Susi’s sister and where in the beginning I will admit to going VERY begrudgingly I only woke up sore after the first training – then (thankfully) all has been well! In some sick and (very?) twisted way I sort of enjoy it now!
BUT now – about my Zumba class:
I enjoyed it IMMENSLY! Susi and I are intending to go twice a week. I will say that there were moments where I felt that there was a slight “cult-like” feeling to it (as we moved our arms around to this one track
where the word Zumba sounded slightly like a trance-like chant). But all in all I really liked it!
Our instructor was lovely – a very nice blond American woman. It costs $10 per session with the session lasting an hour. And seriously – when she starts the music it does NOT stop! That night there would have been about 25 ‘participants’ of which most lingered towards the back… which meant Susi and I were in the front (eek!). Its been SO long since I have done any dancing (as Mr A cannot dance – at all… seriously – the guy has very, very rhythmic ability – very sad indeed!) as since Mr A abstains I too have had dancing absent in my life.
Alas standing in the front (right in front) of the instructor and (in front of) wall-to-wall mirrors as well as being next to someone who currently regularly goes to Latin dance classes (ahem – Susi!) did nothing for my lost rhythm – I have NO idea where it went… but I do hope I get it back soon.
That being said, soreness aside I was mighty chuffed with my ability to persevere! I went home exhausted and allowed myself a salad and nice cold sliced mango for dessert. There was no way I was going to ruin my workout with a heavy meal + carbs + ice-cream; they would be no point then!
So I hope and pray that within a few weeks (based on a continuance of my current ‘regime’) that I will see fantastic results in both a return of my rhythm and new and improved lithe body!
Fingers crossed!
I feel terrible…
My mum comes back to Aussie-land on the 27th of this month… Thats less than 26 sleeps till her return.
I am a terrible, TERRIBLE daughter because i am hoping that she’ll extend her trip so she’s away longer!
How was your day?
Have you ever listened to a person talking and just though “blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah”? Whilst listening to them rant and rave all you want to do is get through the phonelines and punch them in the head?
Welcome people – welcome to my afternoon!
Daytime Night-time
I am confused… I am consistently baffled by the confusion that some
people have between day time and night time; between wearing something to a particular place comparative to wearing something else to another place.
Sadly I find that in a lot of cases the culprit is a female; I am curious abut their rationale; about what makes them think “yes; this is totally fine to wear out in public in the day time”
For example; I never truly understood why some girls felt that it was completely reasonable to wear tight clothing to the Mosque for Eid; or a short skirt and boots? It looks like you’ve taken a wrong turn and have mistaken the mosque for Metropolis (a night club here in Perth). Lets me honest here; I don’t wear a hijab (head scarf) and I will admit to the odd knee length here and there, the short sleeved shirts, etc (you catch my drift – lets not write a list here!) but there are certain clothes you wear to certain places at certain times! Another example: what I wear when I’m hanging out with Mr A on a relaxing Sunday is hardly going to be the same as what I’d wear to a night out on Saturday or a birthday party – I go so far as having ‘day’ jeans and ‘night’ jeans; of which the night jeans are dressier, darker in colour and longer so I can wear higher heels, etc)
So what did I see today as I am coming back to the office from my lunch break? Some (possible Japanese) woman wearing a SPARKLY white ‘dress’ (it covered her bum – that was it… it vaguely covered her as s), sky-high silver stilettos (for the record I have nothing against sky-high heels – as a person who is not particularly tall I live in high heels), BIG teased hair, a shiny white handbag with all this bling on it AND a satin colourful scarf that was tied around the handle of the bag.
What is wrong with some people???
And that leads me onto something else I would like to rant about -
tunic/shirt dresses: I own a few of these shirts that I have bought over the last 12 months; some are long sleeved, some are short, some have embellishments and look dressy enough for that late afternoon to night-time occasion… BUT none of them are dresses!!! BUT all of them CLAIM on the tag to be a dress!!
All of them! Now, like I have said – I am HARDLY the tallest thing walking around and these things (top, dress – whatever) reach just barley past my little tooshy; if I wore it on its own (and I have tried people – in the safety of my bathroom in front of my full length mirror I have attempted to check out the hilarity of the claim ’shirt dress’ as per the tag) and bent down I can feel the air skimming past my upper thighs – WHO on earth thinks these things are dresses!!! I mean; I will let it fly with a pair of leggings and flat boots + longish jacket but really???
So I ask you – what have you seen (someone wear lately) that left you thinking:
WHAT THE????
The times…
They are a changing!
Well, well; I remember a time not too long ago where I craved Nando’ (in fact, I do believe that I mentioned it here during Ramadan?), fish & chips, fried chicken and delicious crusty white bread (with that delectable soft middle) topped with butter (gosh I like butter; in fact I would go so far to say that I would actually be eating a slice of butter with bit of bread rather than the other way round!). What about creamy pasta laden with cheese and oozing comfort food? Oh be still my heart…
And then the sun started peeking out through the clouds….
And then I start to see the winter clothing move towards the back of the store as the trans-seasonal clothing comes out…
What have I done? I have satisfyingly eaten black forest Tim Tams, baked cake after cake under the guise of keeping Mr A and his dad happy (when we ALL know I was baking for the love of frosting!); sat in the house with a good book cookies or chocolates (sometimes both) while it rained outside… and now I am kicking myself!!!!!
WHY? Because its getting to a point where the day’s muffin(top) is me! Because it’s getting warmer… and I can see the backyard pool calling my name… and the bikini in my top drawer is mocking me as I may not be able to fit into it this summer. And so the pressure is on!
How does this happen? But I have a plan… I don’t know if its working yet but a plan is there nonetheless!
But today I realised something that I am AMAZED about….
Gob smacked; I have realised that I am LOVING the taste of salad!!!!!
Me? Me who normally turns my nose at salad unless its drenched in dressing! Me who normally could not fathom BUYING salad… now I am yearning the stuff! Me? Yearning salad? With little to no dressing…. Who on earth would have thought?
Oh how the times are a changing!
PS: I am still baking BUT I have enforced (upon myself) a limit of 1 self baked cake per week!
