im backkkkkkkkkk!
I open up a post. I think. I freeze. I try again tomorrow and the cycle repeats itself. I want to improve my writing by writing on this blog and have not devoted the time. I overthink over and over. Its pretty bad.
This past week we got back from Bangladesh. It was nice overall. Pictures will be posted soon. The sleep schedule is out of whack. I’m exhausted at 1 P.M and 9 P.M every night.
forgive and forget.
You forgive. You forget. Life moves on. I was the kind that would do such a thing but lately its not possible. My mood is shifting. I would let people say whatever they wanted and then let them get away with it. I did not care that I was forgiving them and moving on with my life rather than holding grudges.
“When you hold a grudge, you want someone else’s sorrow to reflect your level of hurt but the two rarely meet.” ― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.” ― Anne Lamott
Small misunderstanding.
I wait and wait and wait some more. He was suppose to come as soon as the prayer was done but it took longer than expected. Lying on my belly and reading Sophie Kinsella‘s book “I’ve Got Your Number.” the husband comes home. I’m still reading it because I hear the click of a door and assume that he went into the bathroom. Instead he is in the kids room sleeping on the top bed with no blanket.
“Come into the room.”
No answer.
“Hello.”
I wait in the other room. He comes. He’s upset about something. I have no clue.
“You were so into your book that you didn’t even acknowledge that I came home.”
Yup, it’s going to be a longgggggggggg night with very little sleep.
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Things to do. So little time.
To do list for the week:
Finish packing all bags.
Weigh all bags and make sure they are under 45 lbs.
Wash and put more kids clothes into bags.
Get books and journals for the long plane trip.
Don’t forget the book “Do not be sad” by al-Qarni
Pack bags with goodies for the kids.
Coloring books and crayons and chewy bars.
Camera. Full charged. and empty.
Even though I have things to do, I am not motivated today. Slept in until almost 9.
Have a great weekend everyone!
A day that time stood still.
I wrote about a special person to me this time last year. This year is year two without him. If this post seems familiar its because it is and there are no other ways to describe today than through these words:
Life still continues after death though the grieving process takes longer. A year has slowly crept by and now an anniversary that feels like a forever ago is right around the corner. Though the exact date is still a blur, the events will stay embedded in my memory for a long time.
He died suddenly at the young age of 24. He was a quiet person who spoke with words of wisdom. He never got mad if anyone over did the joking, never talked back or got angry. His soul was yearning to meet with the Creator of the world. His sleep went away first when we moved into the new house. A few minutes here and there every night. The most sleep he got at the new house in one night was one hour of sleep.
Next he lost his appetite. He could not eat. The mere thought of eating made him throw up. He had a constant thirst down in his throat that was not quenched.
Depression had taken its toll and he quietly left a world with many questioning how the events had unfolded. The kids had a first hand experience with death. They hung out with him the day before at the park, running and screaming. Billy ran off on the sidewalk all the way to the end of the block and almost went into the street. I shouted for him to stop. It was a scary moment.
He never yelled or disciplined the kids for the “bad” behavior. They could pull his hair out and he would keep on laughing like it was the best feeling in the world.
He is forever missed and always remembered.
time is flying by
The time is flying by. I am planning a trip to the motherland. Its been four years since we last went. It should be quite an adventure with three kids, 2 men, and 3 women not including myself. Also included are endless luggage, handbags, and a stroller. The only thing worrying me is the continuous rain and hail that Bangladesh is experiencing at the moment. For those who have not actually been to the country it is a great experience to see how others live differently from you and to be more appreciative of what luxuries are available in the U.S.A
When people think Bangladesh, these are some of the images that come to mind.
Floods.
photo credit: the Atlantic
Religious Politics.
photo credit: Bnpbd
Village life.
photo credit: bangladesh chronicles
Better than Macy’s
Spring has arrived.
Spring has arrived. In our backyard. In the form of a nest. Built by a robin. Who might be laying its eggs. How exciting is that? Especially for me and the kids who keep an eye out for animals around us.
Something to tickle your funny bone.
Photo credit: Penny Neptune
This is a note I had found on facebook years ago and rediscovered today, so how about a little humor to start off this weekend right, read below:
After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Target.Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women – she loves to browse. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Target.
Dear Mrs. Samuel,
Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Samuel, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people’s carts when they weren’t looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women’s restroom.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, ‘Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away’. This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing management to lose time and costing the company money.
5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag_of M&Ms on layaway.
6. August 14: Moved a ‘CAUTION – WET FLOOR’ sign to a carpeted area.
7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the children shoppers he’d invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department to which twenty children_ OBLIGED.
8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, ‘Why can’t you people just leave me alone?’_EMTs were called.
9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.
10. September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.
11.October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the ‘Mission Impossible’ theme.
12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his ‘Madonna look’ by using different sizes of funnels..
13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled _/’PICK ME!/__/PICK ME!’
14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed ‘OH NO! IT’S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!’
And last, but not least:
15.. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, ‘Hey!_There’s no toilet paper in here_.’ One of the clerks passed out.
