I go to be while he goes...

So he has gone to study with his brother the art of computing. They will talk and laugh and its good for them. I do not feel jealous of this. Being siblings is the best thing in the world, I don't know how people can abuse that fact. I love my brothers, we are alike weather I would like to, or they would like to admit to. So they study and I go to bed, I have to work early in the morning. 7am to be in fact. I will be tired when I get home tomorrow. I work 7am-4pm... long day... But I will see him then and we will be together. I love that...

So the past few days...

So I've been busy at work lately and with getting ready to move... yup, I'm moving. NM and I are moving into our first home. It will be just the two of us, neither one of us can wait, we're so excited...

It will be just us as adults and our own rules, our own bills, our own life...

We began packing to day, most of the stuff is packed, we just need to pack clothes and bathroom supplies...

NM is over at the house right now with HM, just going over a few things, I know its getting kinda late, but Hey... they are two grown men...

Well Going to go watch some Youtube Video's NM sent me one about a Man's conversion to Islam, said its very interesting...

T.T.F.N.

Toasters...

The Door opened today and there she was, a 4 ft/2 in tall woman of Asian decent in her early 30’s. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of her head. Her gray pajama like pants and orange and red plaid shirt fit well on her medium-sized rounded body…

Her son, most likely age 7, was tearing through the apartment like a holy terror in a black and white striped shirt and army green shorts. She, oblivious to the 2 ft  whirlwind with screeching lungs, smiled and handed NM the burning hot toasters. She had made her last meal in them before selling them to him, she said she was just checking to see if they worked. But the smell of her mystery meal still clung to the Toaster Oven, and the remnants of her last meal with-in. $6.00 gone and the prize… 1 hot and smelly toaster oven and 1 hot, but in good condition, toaster…

Woops, where have I been???

SO I haven't written in a few days, I'm sorry, I've had some long days at work...

NM and I went to Good Will today to look around, we also went to Toys-R-Us, he has never been so today was his first time there...

My week has been long and full of happenings...

I went to the DMV on Thursday and got my drivers permit, I was so excited, and NM is very proud of me...

Dad is working on getting his Diabetes under control, he is eating less and the new medications the Doctors have him on will hopefully help and keep him from having anymore heart attacks, and keep his sugar under control...

He and Mum went to a marriage retreat this last weekend, they said they had fun. I'm glad, they need time to spend together now that us Kids are grown up and out of the house...

I so miss my Dog Brynne, Mum and Dad say she still sits and waits for me to get home...

We might be moved into our new house this next weekend, I'm so excited, so is NM...

T.T.F.N.

Historic Finds (It's what happens when you Crane your Neck and Look Around)...

Two great Historic finds this week. One the "Secret" Giotto uncovered in Florence chapel, and the second, Gas pipeline probe uncovers shipwrecks in Baltic Sea...

Giotto's hidden paintings were found by Restorers using ultra-violet rays. (Sounds exciting, where can I buy my Ray-Gun-Thingy?)Their search began over a year ago an ambitious project of "non-invasive diagnostics" (Sounds like something Doctors should say to their patients more often!) to ascertain the condition of the 12-meter-high chapel, which Giotto painted in about 1320. The goal of the study,is to gather information on the chapel to use as a sort of map for future restorations.

Giotto's paintings are believed to have had a influence on Michelangelo. Michelangelo was born almost 140 years after Giotto death. The restorers are now seeing the details Michelangelo did way back then when he studied paintings by Giotto...

A dozen (A Dozen? What was this synchronized ship wrecks?)previously unknown shipwrecks, some might even be up to 1,000 years old. They were discovered in the Baltic Sea. They were seen during a probe of the sea bed while preparing for the installation of a gas pipeline. Many of the ships might be from the 17th and 18th century and they think some could even be from the Middle Ages!!! (Wow... Back up King Author, you and your round table are off the news and back onto the shelves)...

Pi or Pie???

So I made some pies today, one blueberry and one cherry...

NM and HM have been looking forward to pies all weekend...

Every time we turned around the stores were out of pie crust...

Well, Halal pie crust, all they had were some with Lard in them...                    

Blek...

So now I have two pies sitting on top of the stove cooling...

The smell of hot baked pie crust has filled the house with a happy hungry scent...

I'm in love with Pie...Pi 3.14???

Soul Sucking Clients...

So I haven't written in a few days. I have been working and have been pretty tired afterwards. I'd forgotten how other peoples feeling and moods, could shift yours and trying to please everybody you meet sucks the energy right out of you...

The public are complete soul suckers. They detest slavery but insist you serve them for small wages, and throw temper tantrums when you don't bend over backwards, forwards, side ways, and tie your self in knots to please them. You are there to serve them, and you have no right to have feelings of any kind. They can criticize you, and interpret how they think your spending your work day, and how YOU should do YOUR job...

Yes, I detest people, people are the cruelest and most evil thing on this planet. Viruses, parasites, and germs are all just created by our vast evil selves. Yes, I include my self, I know that it would not be fair to exclude myself from the hated customer aspects of my blog...

Just yesterday I was in a Subway, I judged the workers by my standards of experience of my mother who has worked at Subway for an amazingly drug out allotment of time. The way they took orders, the sloppiness of the sandwiches, and the lack of a smile on their face. I had just left work not 30 minutes before feeling the way they looked now, and there I stood criticizing their every move and word, thinking who could I call and get this fixed...

The end result of my attempting "fixing" would probably of resulted of someone being fired, terminated, let go, dismissed, a cut in staffing, choice evaluation.

A new way of saying...

Some self righteous hag that you served earlier was not pleased with the way you slaved over her to make a sandwich that her lazy fat butt could have made her self, complained to the GODS' (corporate losers who get paid way too much) and now you get to live off unemployment if the paper work goes through...

Yeah, I know, I went into a rant. I am pretty tired, and feel sucked of all energy due to two days of people not being happy, and me messing things up at my new job. I seem to be the only new person who has trouble calling other departments for help. Everybody else seems to be getting it, and me... well I have to be the slow chick that nobody includes in their conversations...

My husband came to pick me up yesterday from work and I asked another employee if he had seen him already. So the guy said, "YES" and pointed to my husband who had just come out from down and aisle. I waived to NM, then headed down an aisle to go clock out. As I was moving down the aisle I heard one of my fellow associates say, "Thats her husband? I never would have expected that." I of course assume because my husband is tall, slim, and attractive, that he and my short rotundant self, do not seem a feasible couple...

That is what makes me smile about this whole thing, my husband love me, not the appearance that other people perceive of me, and for that...

I love him more than ever...

Sweet Murmuring...

I was making his breakfast this morning before he went to school. Three waffles with peanut butter and honey stacked in a sandwich type tower, and a cup of coffee...

All the while hearing the soft Murmuring sounds of him praying, like a soft humming song of detication and love for Allah...

It always sounds so beautiful to me, and I feel this welling up of love and pride towards my husband...

So I sat, feeling this way while I watched him eat, and listened to him talk about how smart I am. That I could zoom through my driving manual in no time. Then NM lovingly gave me a time period to get this done. I have till next Monday to get the manual read and do the practice test online. NM of course said this while smiling and hugged me and kissed the top of my head, told me he loved me and was out the door...

I had no time to argue, no time to try and weasel out of it some how, and I thank Allah for that...

Brunching In...

Well got up earlier than what I planned this morning. I have to be to work by 12:00 noon...

Found what I was going to wear, long sleeved brown shirt with flower design on the front, it has this cleavage revealing teardrop cut out in the bodice. So I paired the shirt with a white one underneath, the same color as the flowers on the front of the shirt. I like it, its work appropriate and most important, is Islamically correct....

I made us Fried Egg and Cheese sandwiches and coffee for Brunch. He has Class at 12:30pm, so he is dropping me off at work, we are leaving here at 11:20am so I get there on time, the traffic is terrible, and people around here in Rochester Suck at driving. There is a accident almost everyday, the other day when there was the snow storm, NM an I were driving and all sorts of cars and SUVs where along the side in different angles...

I don't know why people can't learn to drive properly, I know I'm going to learn it properly so I don't get in a wreck, that would be wretched...

T.T.F.N

The Steamy Kitchen Affair...

My face still feels the heat of the moment, I sit here flushed, and warm...

Having turned the chicken, nearly burning myself on the oven for the millionth time, I sit and watch his expertise cutting of the veggies. The large knife just a part of his nimble hands. The clump chop sound of it as it cuts through its victims on its journey, thus ending on the cutting board. The crackle of the lettuce as he peals leaves off  its head. The bubbling of the potatoes boiling above blue gas stove flames. The chug churning sound of the dishwasher in motion. He clump crunch chops the lettuce into bite size pieces, and plops them into the bowl with the other massacred veggies, dieing in his wake...

I end this blog post, in fervid hunger...

Just My Gray Hair Talking...

OK, well I didn't get on later Yesterday to blog...

Nothing happened worth writing about...

Went to the bank today with NM, then to celebrate my first check from my new Job, I bought us some lunch...

Oh big news, NM got his first gray hair, he was so excited. NM loves my gray hair, he says their beautiful. So now we both have them. The difference is we are both 25, he got his this year, and I started getting mine when I was 13...

I didn't put any make-up on today, I don't usually when it is just him and me spending time together, he loves it when I don't put make-up on...

NM love the real me, no make-up, long graying hair, a few bits of pimples here and there, no perfume, just me...

Is that not what we grow up wanting? Someone to love us just the way we are, and when we find it we sit there, dumbfounded...

Allah is amazing in His ways...

Off Day...

Well I'm off  work today, Hurray!!!

I worked yesterday and didn't get on here to blog, I was so wiped out. Got home and I ate then crashed...

Got up around 10:00am today, it felt so good to sleep in...

I'll Blog more on here later today when things actually start going on...

T.T.F.N...

Long time gone...

Got up really early today, the snow fell in a fury last night. NM got up around 5:20am to shovel the driveway, he had to shovel out halfway onto the raod. The plow truck only plowed half our road and part of that was pushed in front of our driveway. So on top of what he already had to shovel he had to shovel another 5 feet past the drive way. He had just finished shoveling when I left at 7:00am.

Long day at work, I was there two hours early due to my ride having to be to work earlier than me, then I had a long drug out required Lunch of Chicken Noodle Soup, then I got off at 5:30pm, but due to the weather and NM extreme exhaustion, (From studying all night then shoveling our driveway and volunteering to shovel the lady across the street.) I wasn't picked up till 6:20pm. And that was even after he left at 5:50pm because when he went out side he slipped and fell and got stuck in the driveway.

He is alright, I think he bruised his back, I'll have to check. Well Good night I'm totally worn-out. I sat in front of the computer all day going over a bunch of protocol program. Reviewing information and doing a lot of quizzes on all of it. I'm so tired I am going to go cuddly with NM and watch some of the Olympics, then crash, I have more training in the Morrow...

Training Day...

Well today was my first day of actual training at my new job. The worries of the huge snow storm was most of the talk today for my fellow co-workers, besides what I was learning. Which by the way is a lot. Most of the people I work with have been at this place for 5-20 years. They are a pretty good place, they have great benefits...

Missed NM today, its tough leaving in the morning and he is still in dreamland, snuggled warmly beneath the covers. Lucky bum, I had to get up early, ride to work in heavy traffic, and wait there for an hour before my shift started. But I wouldn't have woken him up for anything. He is too cute when he sleeps, and so thoughtful lately since I've been sick. Getting me tissues, water, making me tea, from actual tea leaves too. Making dinner, and the bed, covering up my cold cough medicine drugged butt when I kick the blankets off...

So yeah I learned a bunch of stuff today...blah blah this and blah blah that...the list never ends, and I'm learning more tomorrow. But now I'm home, KM (my sister in law) made tuna patties tonight. We ran out of eggs so we used mayo instead. They didn't turn out as fluffy and flaky as they would have with eggs. Not sure what we are having tomorrow night...

 

(Some weird egg yoke that came out looking like a heart)

"Gotta love them eggs"

Well off to shower and go to bed, early to bed early to rise...blah what ever...

The Buffalo Trip...

Went to Buffalo with NM today. NM is my husband. It was a hour and a half to get there from here in Rochester. Parking was terrible. We stopped at Starbucks Coffee shop to bide some time till his appointment. Their scone was dry, I gave half of it to him. I also gave him the rest of my ice'd coffee. He was elated... he loves when I share with him...

 At the appointment building we walked through the revolving doors, an architect's worst nightmare. The doors stopped when NM went through and there I was trapped in it much like a bee in a metal and glass comb. Figuring I was already sick enough that I couldn't get any more ill, I pushed on through the fun house doors...

I then went through the metal detector and my allergy emergency alert necklace of course set it off. So I had to stand there spread eagle while the S. Guard waved his magic wand. Then he gestured me through to place NM's pocket change, random receipts, and a couple of nuts from a project from who knows how long ago, into my purse. We proceeded on through the double doors to his appointment...

While I was sitting waiting for NM's appointment to end, my nose began to run. So having the awareness of mind to pack a handful of tissue in my purse I blew my nose. Crumpled up the tissue and threw it in the trash and went back to my seat to settle in and wait for NM. All of a sudden like St. Helen my nose started gushing blood, I grabbed for what tissue was left in my purse to try and stop the flow. I had blood on my shirt and hands... I probably looked like something from a horror flick sitting in this government building covered in blood. Thankfully NM came out of his appointment and the ladies room was near. I shoved my purse in his hands, rushed past the S.Guard station, into the bathroom, and got myself cleaned up...

We arrived home not too long ago, NM got the internet back up and running for me and here I am...writing...

How did I get sick...???

Where did this illness come from... was it an allergic reaction to my new work environment or due to the fact that the girl who sat next to me in orientation could not seem to cover her mouth... Why can't people teach their kids how to be sanitary... I tried to avoid sitting next to her the next day, but alas the girl who came the first day dressed professionally and much more casual the day after, sat right next to me again. I tried to not sit next to the ill oppressed one, and now here I lay.. on my bed...sick...why...

Anne's ill musings...

First day of blogging...and me with a cold. I sound much like a crackled mower ready for the morning grass cutting. My nasal passages are blocked and I taste nothing but the remnants of a former cough drop, on the swollen part of what I formerly called my tongue. Laying on the couch with nothing better to do than muse over my thoughts and the agonizing of the mass upon my shoulders atop my neck. Which can not escape the viselike feeling that it is now entailed in. I don't normally converse my thoughts out like this, but the medications that have dulled my feelings to this numbness that I am settled in to rest and recoup has taken its tole on my awareness...