The Big Move
Ok, so my life has been going through some serious changes, and definitely for the better, Alhamdullah. Last weekend, well starting Friday evening, I moved from the basement to the top floor of our house. It was some SERIOUS work which is almost over, but I'm loving it already! The natural light that comes through those windows is absolutely wonderful and I have a lot more space. BUT, let me tell you all about the move....
So, my dad tells me that he's hired some movers to help move the furniture. Ok, I should have KNOWN what to expect: Brothers from the Masjid. Now, I don't have problem with brothers who actually work, but the following things are a bit annoying:
1. Don't enter my house expecting to be fed. You came to work, not for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
2. Don't show up when you feel like it and leave before you've done anything and tell me you'll be back next weekend. (Hell NO!)
3. Don't lay all over my couch like you live in my house.
4. Don't complain the entire time you're there about moving furniture. That was the purpose of you showing up.
5. Don't look through my DVDs and CDs like you're at Blockbuster expecting to BORROW my stuff!
Folks, there is a very long story to this, but I'm actually too tired to type it in detail. These were the main points. Nevertheless, the brothers never finished the job. They were supposed to show up on Saturday at 4:00 PM, but didn't get there until 8:00 PM. Did I mention it was POURING down STORMING outside. What the hell did they expect to move??? So, they moved my television to the top floor and told me they would be back the next day at 10 am. The next morning, they showed up at 12:30 pm, took apart my little cousins bunk beds, took them to my grandfather's house (who lives all of a 5 minute drive from my house) and left the pieces there for my 78 year-old grandfather to put back together. They proceeded to come back to my house, move my couch and the matching chair to the top floor and then hit me with "Ok, we have to go. We will be back next weekend." Now, anyone who knows me personally knows what came next. I told them, "Oh, the hell you won't because this furniture will be moved to the top floor today if I have to carry each piece myself!" So, they left at 2:30 pm...remember they just got there at noon. Ok, they left and my BESTEST friend in the whole wide world came over to help me move the rest of the furniture. My dad also came to help me move and I told him only to pay those brothers for what they moved and to "deduct" the $20 I gave the brother for gas money to get the bed to my grandfather's house. Yeah, they pissed me the hell off. That was just a lesson and a reminder for me to not marry a sorry ass man...
But, I'm all moved now and happy with it! I can finally get some plants for my place. Once everything is settled, I'll add a fish to the top floor as well. I plan to name him Jack Sparrow. Anyway, my first night of class is tonight, so I'll be there from 7:10 pm to 9:40 pm. I just pray it's interesting...
So, I'm sick...
I'm sick and it sucks. Actually, I can't complain too much because I'm at the end of this sickness. I've been feeling bad since Wednesday of last week. My throat was hurting so bad Friday that I decided to just go to the doctor in case I had something serious. After waiting four hours, I was told that I just had a "little virus" that was going around and to just rest and gargle with salt water. YEAH, WHATEVER! Well, I can say that I didn't really take the doctor's advice and kept going to work and doing all the errands I needed to do. I mean, come on, school starts next week for myself and my job, so and I need to make sure I get things done in this last week of preparation. That all came to a halt this morning because I felt so BAD when I woke up. My body just said, "Hell no, you aren't going anywhere! I am going to stay in this bed whether you like it or not!" So, I decided I'd just take the day to sleep and rest and drown myself in mint tea, and you know what, it's 1:30 pm and I feel better already. I'll continue to rest throughout the day because I have to get back into the grind tomorrow...besides, I have a hair appointment tomorrow that I dare not miss.
I've fallen in love with mint tea. I really want to make my own because the "tea in the bag" isn't anywhere near the delicious tea you get in the Moroccan restaurant. I looked up the receipe online and I'm pretty excited to try and make it from the mint plant. I'll probably grow my own, but the chef at my job grows it outside our building, so I'll just ask him for a few pieces of plant in the meantime. Once I perfect it, I'll have to invite some folks over for tea :).
I'm moving. Well, same address, different floor. I'm moving from the basement to the top floor of our house. A long time ago, the top floor of our house used to be an apartment, so I guess I'm about to turn it back into one. The one thing that excites me about the move is all the natural light I'll enjoy. I don't get much natural light in the basement, which sucks because I haven't been able to keep any plants down here. I do dread the fact that a lot of work is ahead of me, and I need to be finished by Sunday. The movers are coming on Saturday to move all the big furniture. I wish I could just blink everything in place. Maybe I'll start moving little stuff tomorrow.
I'm going to end it here. I hope everyone is doing well and if not, give me a call so I can bring a smile to your face :).
It's a Boy!!
Alhamdullah, we have another Believer!! Congratulations to Azizah and Khalid in welcoming their new baby boy, Zayd Ahmad Shaheed who was born on August 20th at 8:00 am. I am completey overjoyed for them and can't wait to see Mr. Cutie in person. We thank Allah (swt) for his safe birth for Azizah and Zayd, and we thank him that Zayd is happy and healthy.
Azizah needs to start a blog about motherhood. I'd love to read that.
Congratulations again!!!
Ok, I'm really back...
I've had so much to write about, but couldn't find the time to write. The past couple of months have been very interesting in my world and the world of my friends. I've been to many weddings, baby showers, bridal showers, birthday parties, graduation parties, going away parties...just a lot of celebrations which were all absolutely wonderful. So, I pray that all of my friends remain happy and continue on their successful paths.
In a few days, I will begin a new path of my own. Next week, I begin the first classes towards a Master's Degree in Early Childhood Education. I haven't been in school in a while, so I'd really like it to be over already. The only thing that really worries me is that my classes are from 7:10 pm to 9:40 pm and I am SUCH a morning person! I was the one in undergrad looking for the 8:00 am classes. After working all day, how am I possibly going to sit in class all night? I'm making it harder than it seems. I only have classes on Tuesday and Thursday...oh, and some random Monday class titled Transition to Graduate School. What's that about? First of all, I get NO credit for it, but it's mandatory. Why do I need a class on what I'll figure out anyway? But hey, there were many classes in undergrad that I believed were pointless, so I guess one in Grad school won't be that bad. Don't you all love my positive attitude?
I'm getting a little sleepy and I have a dental appointment in the morning before I head to the J-O-B, so Insh'Allah, I'll be back tomorrow with another topic...not in four weeks, tomorrow...
