Selamat Menyambut Awal Muharram

Words by Paulo Coelho and I share his sentiments.

26/11/2011 or 1/1/1433 in Hijrah: 

Happy New Year my Muslim friends! 

"If you know yourself, then you'll not be harmed by what is said about you." (Arab proverb)

Happy Thanksgiving 2011

Found this online. Made me smile.


How To Cook A Turkey:
Step 1: Go buy a turkey
Step 2: Take a drink of whiskey
Step 3: Put turkey in the oven
Step 4: Take another 2 drinks of whiskey
Step 5: Set the degree at 375 ovens
Step 6: Take 3 more whiskeys of drink
Step 7: Turk the bastey
Step 8: Whiskey another bottle of get
Step 9: Ponder the meat thermometer
Step 10: Glass yourself a pour of whiskey
Step 11: Bake the whiskey for 4 hours
Step 12: Take the oven out of the turkey
Step 13: Floor the turkey up off of the pick
Step 14: Turk the carvey
Step 15: Get yourself another scottle of botch
Step 16: Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkey
Step 17: Bless the dinner and pass out...................;)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Happy Birthday Stephen Felix Grosse!

Oh yes, another year gone by.  A year filled with all things bright and beautiful though tinged with some anxieties and worries but emerging victorious in so many ways.

I had missed some very special days this year because of circumstances beyond my control.  However, I cannot let today which is 20.11.2011 go by without a mention on my blog.

This is my Baby Grosse!

HAPPY BLESSED BIRTHDAY!

MAY YOU ALWAYS KNOW THAT 

YOU ARE LOVED SO VERY MUCH EVERYDAY.

52 years and counting!!!!

From the Baby Queen, Baby Prince and Baby Princess.

Of hate and hurting; hope and healing

It always takes me by surprise when people hate because someone wants them to hate.  Maybe it's just me but I won't hate or ignore someone just because somebody says I should do so.  Even when I was young, I used to be firm about how I felt towards anyone.  I did not allow my parents or my siblings to infiltrate my mind.  I made and still make my own choices.  Well, I have a brain and I can choose to decide on my own.  I'm not someone's dog.  It's akin to being a dog.  The owner says "attack" and the dog attacks.  The owner says "heel" and the dog heels.

This is why I don't understand why people choose to hate and hurt for the most trivial of reasons or simply because of gossip.

Hearts can heal and humans can hope.  Isn't that easier?  I guess not.  It is just tougher for a person when their self-esteem depends on approval from other members of the family.  Maybe it's the inability to make a stand.  I get that.

I hear that it's a matter of "blood being thicker than water".  That is laughable.  If this is true then my husband will rank way below the thousands of relatives I have.  There's a fine line for first place between my husband and my child.  Parents and siblings take second place.  Then relatives take third place followed by the good friends in fourth and acquaintances in fifth and so forth.  Where does blood come into the picture?

In the end, I suspect that the one they hurt is really their own self.  They may think that their silence is elegant or that their family camaraderie is impressive but it's probably just a facade for an inability to live and to love graciously.

With this, I'm going to put it behind me.  I've done my part.  I stepped outside of my comfort zone to be friends with some unfriendly people.  Now I'm done.

As Oscar Wilde says, "Life is too important to be taken seriously."  So no regrets, just lessons learnt.

You can call it the universe, God, co-incidence or whatever suits you but I think I just had a nice cleansing of, probable and possible, toxic people in my corner of the world.

(pics from all over Facebook)

Selamat Hari Raya Haji 2011

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Of moving, moving on

Okay, Eric would have been 21 this year.


Doug's been gone 20 years now this year.


I'm done with the milestones. 


Sometimes, it's as simple as that.




                                                              I'm moving on.




I won't forget the love but I'm letting go of the pain.