This is awesome! I think we should make sentences using as many of these as possible. 117 Most beautiful words in the English language | Yorick Reintjens. Continue reading Beautiful words alert!
So now that I live in this georgeous detached studio loft space….I have no place to stuff all my crap. Rather than continuing to try, I decided to do the opposite. At our last place, I installed a towel rack on our bedroom wall, to hang my scarves onto. It was a functional, … Continue reading DIY Necklace Display a la Pinterest
Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Yes, after 11 years total and three years of marriage, hubby and I are taking a break for the year. We just moved into separate places. It’s horrible and sad and yet, our discussions were all enveloped in an abundance of love and affection. That’s how awesome we were … Continue reading I’m bleeping single after a really long time.
In my prolonged absence, many things have brought me thisclose to hitting that “new post” link and typing away. But I haven’t. Until today. Because today, I have…. JURY DUTY (dun dun DUUUNNNN!). You know what is so blog-postingly-inspiring about jury duty? The people! Yes these people who have felt so committed to perform their … Continue reading Poetry by Moi: Jury Duty Edition
Whew! First off, I thought I’d log on and realize that it’s been almost a year since I’ve written anything. Luckily that’s not the case. While I haven’t written since October, it seems it just feels like almost a year. So much has changed since October – good and bad. I was told that I … Continue reading Oh Dear.
Okay okay so you’re not supposed to take these things too seriously. But listen, this thing kinda freaked me out. I mean, it was really accurate. Try it for yourself: 100 Things Personality Test Like horoscopes, sometimes these things have a way of being incredibly generic and yet convincing enough to make every person feel … Continue reading Some Quiz Just Explained Me to Me
My sisters cannot be any more different from each other. My mom used to always say, the eldest (let’s call her Pam) thinks only with her heart. The middle (let’s call her Keri) thinks only with her brain. And I, the youngest, am lucky to be balanced with both. I must say, I’ve always appreciated that. But while my heart and brain communicate well with each other, my heart is usually the one that ones (there’s my laila 1 and laila A dilemma again).
My sisters are both significantly older than me, 13 and 10 years. So undoubtedly, they’ve lived a large portion of their lives without me, and only in snippets of information have I learned of the devastating experiences they have had. Yes, I feel I have had many of my own. But I cannot imagine what it would have been like to live in that household in the middle of the Iranian Revolution. From being chased down the street because they dared look at a member of the “secret police” sideways or because a ring of hair accidentally showed itself from underneath their head scarves. They were children and it must have been unbearably scary. They have memories of meeting neighbors in the basements of our buildings in the middle of the night, as the bomb sirens wailed overhead. When I was in high school, there was a few radio rap songs that came out with an air raid siren in the background. I turned it up on the radio one day. My mom got extremely upset and started crying. Pam just clamped both hands on her ears and started yelling at my mom to make me shut it off. I didn’t know why. Now I do. I feel bad.
Also unbearably scary, was my mother apparently. My older sister practically raised us. And Keri, although she’s quite private about the past, recently told me about an incident that happened shortly after we had fled Iran, and were staying in a hotel in Switzerland. My mother had a friend coming to visit, and she looked over the railing next to the hotel elevator to see Keri on the floor she needed to get to. Keri, being no more than 7 or 8 hit the elevator buttons, thinking she was helping. But it made the elevator take longer. When my mother finally got down to the floor, she reached out of the elevator, grabbed Keri by her hair, pulled her in and slammed her head against the elevator wall so hard, my sister remembers seeing stars. She came down with a crash and then was abruptly kicked by my mother’s fat, heavy leg. Of course, a great deal of yelling ensued. She then left her in the elevator, with orders to go straight back to our room, and walked out to the lobby to go get her friend. Keri was the mischievous one in the family – always getting into things she shouldn’t have, and as fearless as a little boy. But no amount of mischief deserves a beating. And I don’t know if it’s worse or better that it was in public.
Needless to say, they clearly went through a lot.
We recently purchased a Nikon D7000 DSLR. It’s a beaut and a shame all at once. Beaut because it automatically makes every picture we take gorgeous, but shameful because we know not how to use it to its fullest potential…yet. I can see all you amazing photographers out there that are still saving up for … Continue reading Andre DeFreitas’ Amazing Photo Project
Have I made it clear how much I love cheese? If not, allow me this opportunity to make it perfectly clear. I love that shit. And like laila does, when she loves something, she poems about it. Yeah I just made poem into a verb. Here we go… … Continue reading i poemed about cheese