We can exhale...

He's home...for now.

Burnt eggs

Hubby: The quiche tastes different tonight.
Sister P: Maybe it's because I was in a rush and had to use store bought crust.
Hubby: No it's not the crust. Sometimes the quiche (spinach) tastes like meat.
Sister P: Oh, I didn't use any basil or Italian seasoning.
Hubby: Yeah, because sometimes it tastes like hot dogs. And you didn't over cook it, sometimes it tastes like burnt eggs.
Sister P: blank stare

Right now I am LOL, but earlier I wanted to say..."You ungrateful (bleeeeeeeeeeeep). How dare you call my quiche burnt eggs and hot dogs. How the hell do you know what burnt eggs taste like anyway???

Fasting...

...is really a blessing. I have had some intense moments of clarity. Even in my crying spell I was able to see the truth and heal myself.

The focus on self was what I needed at this time. I was really not exhibiting much self control and it was beginning cause me to have difficulty doing my work at home and in the office.

But, I'm feeling rejuvenated and I am thankful for the lessons.

Be blessed, Sister P

The crying game

I cried on and off ALL DAY yesterday. I purposely stayed away from my husband and everyone except my baby girl who helped interrupt my moments of sadness.

After much thought and silence, I realized that I really blame others for my problems and that if I'm not careful, I'll let those who love me do the same.

I know that both my and hubby's family are sometimes critical of our/my lifestyle (a muslim, who home-schools and works with her husband from home). I often don't feel that I have TRUE support from them. Sometimes I need to talk about how difficult this life is without someone saying, "If your hubby had a job it'd be easier." Or when his family says, "Just leave, he can take care of baby girl."

Happy marriages are a lot of work. Being self-employed is a constant struggle. Working with your spouse is hectic. But I love it most times and don't wish for my husband to miss hours of baby girls day either.

Back to the crying...I just had a day that started with disappointment. But I know that disappointment is a result of unmet expectations and mine were unrealistic and out of my control. I was just flat out being a baby about it. But I realized that for a few hours I was blaming my husband and it took some quiet time to turn the finger inward. As I was quiet, I recalled a few times that I tried to talk about a perceived problem with my spouse with any of my family members. They not only sided with me but went a step further to take the opportunity to say something negative about my life or spouse. When I thought of this I began to cry because I felt lonely. I wanted someone to speak the truth to me and I realized that the only person who would was my husband and I was mad at him.

So I cried it out...and began to rethink my definition of needs and wants and then re-consider the way I communicate my needs.

If you want to know...I'm good now. Thanks for asking!

The Jena 6 Lesson

Q: What was it that got the case of the Jena 6 on the national radar?
A: The internet and determination.

Often, in this microwave society, people make one cry for help and sit back awaiting the calvary. But if you were on fire, would you scream once or keep on screaming until the fire was completely out? I'm sure the latter scenario.

Though this case is FAR from over, I am reminded of a few lessons:

1.The wheels of justice turn slowly for the wronged in search of redemption.
2. People will only do half of what you do for yourself. (If you write 10 letters they may write 5)
3. If you find yourself outnumbered, remember that you are the majority on this planet and with modern technology you can reach your brothers and sisters across the world for help.

I hope that the momentum builds and that those who have a desire to see the liberation of the Blackman and Blackwoman in Ameri.k.k.k.a NEVER give up. A constant drip of water can change a stone and constant pressure will change the minds of those who are trying to hold us down.

Ramadan Mubarak!

To all Muslims I wish you success this Holy season. I am looking forward to a joyous month of self improvement and renewed commitment to my faith.

I won't be blogging or reading much online. For those who aren't Muslim, I'll explain. We fast (no food or drink) from sun up to sun down and read the entire Holy Qu'ran in 30 days. There are other things we do and don't do but you can read up on that. Much of my time this month will be spent focusing on family and my faith.

I may do some postings as drafts and as I can complete them, I'll release them.

Take care and I hope you are all among the blessed,
Sister P

Question for everyone: Do you celebrate any "holy days"? What are they and what do you do? I'll share a bit about Eid al-fatir soon.

Have a Thursday to you!!!!!!!

Baby girl turned 3 yesterday!!! When other parents say that time flies, they don't lie.

Some how her "Happy Birthday" song sounds like "Have a Thursday to you". She sings it with such conviction too. She sang on my sisters voice mail in July and she still has it to crack her up every now and then.

At 3 she still didn't get that it was HER birthday. She ran up to everyone who came and said, Happy Birthday. We had a party for her at "Chuckie Cheeze" and had a ball! It was way too loud but fun to leave the mess there. We ended up with 11 children and it was fun for me too. With my husband there and a party helper and all the rides and games, I had a chance to chat a bit with my friends who brought their children. Usually all of my friends know each other, but I'm realizing that I'm developing friendships with women who are very different. So it was funny how they really didn't have much to say to each other. I guess that's why I've kept them apart for so long.

Welcome to my life...here are my first photos ...I've finally chosen to share.