Today was children’s day and though I love children at every stage, this is just so accurate. Enjoy.
Today was children’s day and though I love children at every stage, this is just so accurate. Enjoy.
I had planned on posting something different, but I came across this and felt it is very important. Some time ago I got a letter from the Public Health Services. It was for a vaccination for my teenage daughter. I misplaced the letter and forgot about it. I am glad I did.
Otherwise I would have just gone and gotten my daughter vaccinated without any questions. But since I have started this novel I am writing I have been reading endless news articles that you won’t find on the evening news, conspiracy theories, cover ups, and stuff that just makes you wonder about the things you thought you knew. I have started to question and I feel like I am waking up.
I found the letter and decided to read about this vaccine, we didn’t have it when we were kids. It is the HPV vaccine. If you have not gotten your kids vaccinated then don’t, at least not before you see these links. I have decided I am not going to risk my daughter’s health or even life, you can decide for yourself.
30 stunning facts they don’t want you to know about Gardasil and HPV vaccines
There are tons of other articles if you are still not sure, however after watching the video I had made my decision. I hope this post was helpful to moms out there, please share so others can benefit.
(Google image of Emile Munier oil painting)
Okay I didn’t have a bee costume. So spelling Fairy.
Twin One: I asked Patchy (our cat) two questions and she got them both right!
Me: Wow she must be a smart cat.
Twin One: She is. I am smart too.
Me: Yes I think you are pretty smart.
Twin One: I can spell Birthday. I learnt it myself b-i-r-t-h and then d-a-y!
Me: (In the most impressed tone possible) Wow. That is great!
Twin One: You know what else I can spell?
Me: Tell me.
Twin One: I can also spell dog pooh. D-o-g p-o-o-h!
(Bee sticker photo courtesy of Twin One)
This was on Yahoo today:
Interesting article and even more interesting comments such as:
“May be Pakistanis never learn. What can one say. Why even such articles get published? She is a hero and will always be. A male shopkeeper of course would never appreciate her….”
“She is a bright, articulate girl forced into the spotlight because of the violence done to her. “
“She is trying to make Pakistan a better and safer place to live. A place to live in peace !”
I have two questions for these people. Do you live in Pakistan? Do you know what is really going on there?
The only information you have is what your media is giving you. There may be a handful of people who resent Malala. A large percent are proud. And then there are the few people who have enough intelligence to question.
Why? Why Malala?
Within a few hours the news was all over the world and President Obama condemns the attack and offers air ambulance services. This was honorable of him. But why only for Malala? Why didn’t he ever condemn the deaths of hundreds of children of Pakistan who have died in Drone attacks in the past four years? He has authorized 193 attacks and over 800 innocent civilians are dead. How many Al-Qaeda? 22. (Read this)
These children had names. They went to school. They wanted a better life. But they weren’t shot by the Taliban. So it doesn’t count.
UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon declared the attack as a ”heinous and cowardly act.”
It was a heinous and cowardly act. And what about the random killing of three men by Raymond Davis? One of the men’s widows committed suicide, another attempted suicide:
No one condemned anything. Raymond Davis went home. The men were mourned only in Pakistan. They weren’t shot by the Taliban. So it doesn’t count.
Laura Bush wrote an article in the Washington Times, one day after Malala was shot. She lauds Malala and condemns the Taliban, of course it must be a bit personal for her due to 9/11. Does she condemn the deaths of 30 000 innocent Pakistanis since her husband started his war on terror? Your 9/11 is their 24/7 even after all these years. These were civilians. They had nothing to with the Taliban. No article to the Washington Post for them.
Madonna dedicates a song to her at her concert and shows off a ‘tattoo’ of Malala’s name on her lower back. Nice to know how aware she was of the tragedies of Pakistani children. I want to see the name of this child tattooed to her back: His name was Syed Wali Shah and he was only seven when he died in a Drone attack.
He was someone’s child. Living flesh and blood. He had hopes and dreams. He was not killed by the Taliban, that is why you don’t know him.
So yes, some of us do question why Malala? Her coverage has the world focusing on one thing ; Pakistan’s rampant militancy. Ironically it wasn’t the problem it is today before 9/11. So question everything.
(I want to point out that Pakistan doesn’t just have Malala. Have you ever heard of Wajiha the little girl who drives a rickshaw to support her family? Of course not. Do you know Firdaus Begum the woman who runs soup kitchens for the poor against incredible hurdles? Have you heard of child activist Iqbal Masih? He was 10, he stood alone without the support of a family to fight against bonded labor. )
During the summer vacation I finished writing my awesome book, impressed every agent I queried, landed a million dollar …no two million dollar book deal and my book is out this October. Hah! I joke. I woke up late every morning to the sound of squabbling, made a large breakfast for all the offspring, tried in vain to broom Cheerios from every corner of the house, ignored lunch time and convinced myself everyone needed to diet, pretended to be deaf while teenager complained about everything and under twelves fought about everything, tried out new exotic recipes for dinner amid constant pleas for mercy and ended the day by watching Netflix till my eyes could not be forced to stay open any longer. During all this excitement we also had Ramadan and we moved. For some mysterious reason husband decided this was the best time to not hire movers. Have mini-van will move.
ME: “Who the hell is gonna pick up all the heavy stuff?”
HIM: “We don’t have heavy stuff.”
ME: “What about the furniture?”
HIM:”We aren’t taking it.”
ME: “Well we can’t leave it here and they charge you to have someone come pick it up, then we have to buy new furniture… so how is that saving money?”
ME: “I’ll sell it.”
HIM: Laughing. Laughing some more. Still laughing. “No one is going to buy all that junk!”
ME: ( 10 days later holding up a large sum of money all fanned out, singing “I love it” in my head) “Look at all the money I made selling the ‘junk’.” I love Kijiji.
Kijiji is so addictive, you can sell anything there. I am thinking of selling the kids and husband as a ‘buy five get one free’ deal.
Other summer vacation stuff:
The beach, a birthday, Mississauga celebration square, the zoo, Niagara Falls….
What did you guys do in summer vacation?
Here is something to give you a laugh. Yes it was possible to laugh without the use of every bad word imaginable. It took genius though.
Omg it is almost summer vacation which means Wild Things will be running rampant in the house. Anyways Cauliflower has a blog, please go visit when you get a chance!
Visit her here: Maryum Mazhar
Today is Maurice Sendak’s birthday. I have five wild things. I live where the wild things are. Wild Cauliflower has some Palestinian friends, they’ve been enlightening her on some of their customs. They ululate when they are really happy. I had no idea what that was, so Cauliflower demonstrated in the car while we were parked outside FoodBasics surrounded by other people sitting in their cars listening. Wild things can often be very embarrassing, but I like being where the wild things are.
On the first night of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
The chance to go out and watch Iron Man three!
On the second morning of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Two twins fighting and the chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the second afternoon of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Three older children screaming, two twins fighting and the chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the second evening of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
One gone out with friends husband, three older children screaming, two twins fighting and a chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the Sunday of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Pancakes doused in syrup, one gone out with friends husband, three older children screaming, two twins fighting and a chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the Sunday evening of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
A fridge depleted of groceries, a poop filled litter box, fifty loads of laundry, innumerable dirty dishes, crayon decorated walls, Cheerios covered carpets, one seriously in trouble husband, five brawling children and I don’t even remember seeing the damned movie.
On the Monday after Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
An empty house full of serenity.
This is what I got Sunday morning.
And two hand-made one of a kind bracelets made from fuzzy pipe cleaners and beads obtained from Dollarama.
This is some of what I dealt with when everyone was finally out of the house.
There were twice as many dishes in the sink and on the counter, and some were extracted from underneath beds and desks.
What were you treated to on Mother’s day?
All pics courtesy of moi.
I don’t know why I never watched this cartoon, but my Cauliflower introduced it to me this weekend. I wanted to write a post on Mother’s Day but I found this and have to share it. I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s so lumping funny!
I need to stay away from the internet if I want to finish writing my book. I’m on chapter 8, and I also wrote the last chapter and some stuff in the middle. That is also how I read novels. I often read the middle and end first just because.
So I am trying hard to resist the temptation of Facebook and reading blogs. It’s very difficult. I tried to read some stuff on writing and I wanted to bang my head against the wall when I read this: Revision and self-editing. I hope it helps any of you who are in editing stages. I clicked on the links which although maybe very useful I found to be well, very difficult to follow. Since I am not at the editing stage I hope to forget all about it for now.
Unfortunately I can’t sit and write all day because apparently family members need to be fed and the house can’t clean itself. There are lots of things for kids to throw garbage in when they are tidying up. Don’t forget to check all your vases when doing the spring cleaning.
I like vases. All shapes. All sizes. All colors.
I do not like what I find in them.
The start of a Guinness record holding rubber band ball. I am not adding the picture of some ‘organic’ material I found. It was either a dead animal or the remains of a school lunch sandwich from before last year’s summer vacation.
There are other things besides spring cleaning that keep me from writing that NYT best-seller.
This is one of them.
What distracts you from doing that great thing you were born to do?
(All pics courtesy of my camera and my willing feline model)
Two sisters just blogging about their passion: halal food!
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