Happy birthday Cat! I pray that you have a super duper day and an even more super fabulous year! You are such a thoughtful, kind, caring, generous, loyal and dependable friend. I am so grateful to God for our friendship. Even though we live hundreds of miles apart, you are still close to my heart (ooh, that rhymed!). I adore you to pieces!
I'm sorry I can't be with you today but I'll see you real soon next week! I love you with all my heart! Muah!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Stuffed Chilli Bhajjis
I can't believe it has been 3 weeks since I last posted! I am so sorry. November rolls around and we get crazy busy every year. So much has happened these past 3 weeks. We celebrated 2 birthdays (my mom's and mine), while I finished physical therapy (yay!), and today, my sweet sister-in-law Deepa, is coming for a visit. I am so excited!
I have so much to tell you I can't contain it! Wait until you hear about the lovely present I got for my birthday from my sweet husband! I can't stop looking at it, talking about it, talking to it and using it. First things first though.
A few weeks ago, I promised to post about the banana peppers from the Farmer's Market. Please forgive me for the delay. Here's what I made....Stuffed Bhajjis! Bhajjis are Indian snacks. They're basically vegetables which are deep fried in a spicy batter. I deseeded the peppers and stuffed them with a spicy potato and onion mixture. I completely underestimated the spiciness of these suckers! I couldn't get to the seeds with a knife so I used my hands...and my hands were on fire for a whole stinkin' day!
They were definitely worth it though. One of my Indian friends (ah-hem, Joseph), had one bite and couldn't handle it. He kept saying that his tongue was on fire. I admit, these things had a ton of heat! The funny thing is though, our dear Minnesotan friend Jake, whose idea of spicy is garlic powder, ate a whole pepper! Without flinching!
Anyways, here are some pictures of these wonderful peppers.
Cleaned Peppers
Potato Stuffing
Ay Caramba! These look hot!
They WERE hot!!
Oh, but they were so good!
Pepto, anyone?
I have so much to tell you I can't contain it! Wait until you hear about the lovely present I got for my birthday from my sweet husband! I can't stop looking at it, talking about it, talking to it and using it. First things first though.
A few weeks ago, I promised to post about the banana peppers from the Farmer's Market. Please forgive me for the delay. Here's what I made....Stuffed Bhajjis! Bhajjis are Indian snacks. They're basically vegetables which are deep fried in a spicy batter. I deseeded the peppers and stuffed them with a spicy potato and onion mixture. I completely underestimated the spiciness of these suckers! I couldn't get to the seeds with a knife so I used my hands...and my hands were on fire for a whole stinkin' day!
They were definitely worth it though. One of my Indian friends (ah-hem, Joseph), had one bite and couldn't handle it. He kept saying that his tongue was on fire. I admit, these things had a ton of heat! The funny thing is though, our dear Minnesotan friend Jake, whose idea of spicy is garlic powder, ate a whole pepper! Without flinching!
Anyways, here are some pictures of these wonderful peppers.
Cleaned Peppers
Potato Stuffing
Ay Caramba! These look hot!
They WERE hot!!
Oh, but they were so good!
Pepto, anyone?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Cactus Poriyal
As you know, I bought some Cactus (or is it Cacti?) from the farmer's market on Saturday. I was amused by the prickly little thing and decided....hey, why not try cooking it? Needless to say, I got quite a few thorns stuck on my fingers. I had no idea how to clean or cut it. Thankfully, I had the Internet to show me how! Thanks Internet!
Growing up, I never understood why my mom and aunts would "Indianize" everything. Let me explain. For Thanksgiving, they would make 'masala turkey'..enough said. Well, it looks like I'm following in their footsteps because I Indianized the cactus. ;) I made Cactus Poriyal. For those of you not familiar with this, poriyal is a South Indian vegetable side dish. We cook veggies using mustard seeds, onion, cumin, coconut, turmeric powder, red chili, etc.
So, here it is people...Cactus Poriyal. :)
Thorny Cactus
The Cactus after it was cleaned..it looks like it was cleaned by a 5 year old. I had to wear gloves and use a paring knife.
Cut cactus
Cooking the cactus
Tada!!
The Cactus was quite slimy, like Okra. The more it cooked, the less slimy it became. I was surprised by the taste. It tasted sour and lemony, which I happen to like. My husband on the other hand, didn't care for it too much. He doesn't fancy sour things too much.
Will I make this again? Probably not. Only because my husband didn't care for it and I'd rather save all this work for making something he loved. I am happy to try something new, fun and different though. :)
p.s. Later on this week, I will show you what I made with the Banana Peppers from the farmer's market.
Growing up, I never understood why my mom and aunts would "Indianize" everything. Let me explain. For Thanksgiving, they would make 'masala turkey'..enough said. Well, it looks like I'm following in their footsteps because I Indianized the cactus. ;) I made Cactus Poriyal. For those of you not familiar with this, poriyal is a South Indian vegetable side dish. We cook veggies using mustard seeds, onion, cumin, coconut, turmeric powder, red chili, etc.
So, here it is people...Cactus Poriyal. :)
Thorny Cactus
The Cactus after it was cleaned..it looks like it was cleaned by a 5 year old. I had to wear gloves and use a paring knife.
Cut cactus
Cooking the cactus
Tada!!
The Cactus was quite slimy, like Okra. The more it cooked, the less slimy it became. I was surprised by the taste. It tasted sour and lemony, which I happen to like. My husband on the other hand, didn't care for it too much. He doesn't fancy sour things too much.
Will I make this again? Probably not. Only because my husband didn't care for it and I'd rather save all this work for making something he loved. I am happy to try something new, fun and different though. :)
p.s. Later on this week, I will show you what I made with the Banana Peppers from the farmer's market.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Farmer's Market Association
On Saturday, I went to the Farmer's Market with some friends. I've been wanting to go for some time now but could never wake up early enough on Saturday mornings to go. Folks have told me that if you're going to the farmer's market, go early because that's when they have the best produce. Also, many farmer's markets close by Noon. Well, I found one in Houston that's open until 5 p.m. on Saturdays...and I didn't get there until Noon!
It's called the Farmer's Market Association. It's an open air farmer's market with lots of different vendors. They had tomatoes, onions, bell peppers, chilies, cactus, bananas, apples, oranges, guavas, pomegranate, peaches, peas, cucumber, squash, pumpkin, zucchini, green beans, methi leaves, cilantro, yuca, sweet potatoes, red potatoes, peanuts, cinnamon, and so much more! Plus, you can bargain! It's every Indian's dream. ;)
Here are some pictures I took just for you. :) The sights and smells reminded me of the open markets in India. It was an exhilarating, nostalgic experience.
I had to take this picture. It reminded me of Jack Fruit in India. ;)
Fruits and veggies galore!
These tomatoes have my name written all over them!
Reminded me of the mini bananas in India.
I wish I bought the cabbage...my husband loves them!
I also told him that I can't wait to go back! He said...sweetheart, we can go every week if you'd like...sweet man. I'm sure he was thinking...imagine how much we can save on our grocery bill! ;)
p.s. Stay tuned for my next post...I'll show you what I did with the cactus.
It's called the Farmer's Market Association. It's an open air farmer's market with lots of different vendors. They had tomatoes, onions, bell peppers, chilies, cactus, bananas, apples, oranges, guavas, pomegranate, peaches, peas, cucumber, squash, pumpkin, zucchini, green beans, methi leaves, cilantro, yuca, sweet potatoes, red potatoes, peanuts, cinnamon, and so much more! Plus, you can bargain! It's every Indian's dream. ;)
Here are some pictures I took just for you. :) The sights and smells reminded me of the open markets in India. It was an exhilarating, nostalgic experience.
I had to take this picture. It reminded me of Jack Fruit in India. ;)
Fruits and veggies galore!
These tomatoes have my name written all over them!
Reminded me of the mini bananas in India.
I wish I bought the cabbage...my husband loves them!
I had a $20 bill and thought...man, I wish I had more cash on me. You will be AMAZED how much $20 in a farmer's market will get you! I got some peppers, cactus (yeah, I know..cool, right?), potatoes, apples, oranges, cliantro, methi leaves, avocados, tomatillos and limes. Guess how much I spent?? LESS than $10!! When I came home, I told my husband that we're going to go vegetarian this week! ;) (We better, especially after the meat fest at Fogo last week).
I also told him that I can't wait to go back! He said...sweetheart, we can go every week if you'd like...sweet man. I'm sure he was thinking...imagine how much we can save on our grocery bill! ;)
p.s. Stay tuned for my next post...I'll show you what I did with the cactus.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Husband's birthday post...a.k.a...a post about food!
My sweetheart's birthday was on Monday, October 19th. We had a wonderful weekend celebration. My parents and brother came on Friday, October 16th. We spent the whole weekend together and it was glorious! For lunch on Saturday, we all went to a wonderful Greek place called Niko Niko's. Then, we had my husband's birthday dinner at home on Saturday. We all went to church on Sunday and my parents took us out to Cheesecake Factory, again, for my husband's birthday. I know everything sounds like it revolves around food in Houston...well, it does. That's what Houston is famous for...good food. ;)
On Monday, I took my sweetie to Fogo De Chao. If you've never been, it's a Brazilian Churrascaria. At close to $50 a head, you want to make sure you go on an empty stomach. As soon as they seat you, they bring out piping hot cheese popovers, crispy polenta, fried plantains and mashed potatoes to your table. Then, you help yourself to their beautiful salad bar, full of fresh veggies and cheese. They have asparagus, sun dried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, hearts of palm, smoked salmon, rice and beans, swiss cheese, parmesan cheese, tabouli, etc. Each person is given a coaster which is red on one side and green on the other. If you want meat, you turn it to the green side. If you're done having meat or want to have a break, you turn it to the red side.
When it's green, gaucho chefs come to your table and give you your choice of meat. They have filet mignon, rack of lamb, garlic beef, leg of lamb, chicken legs, sausage, parmesan pork, ribs, and much more. The assault of meat in your face is quite unforgettable. Our personal favorite was the rack of lamb. We would go back just for that. They also give you a complementary dessert if it's your birthday. We chose their papaya cream....highly recommend it! However, I just don't see how people dine there so frequently. After we ate, my husband goes, ok, no more red meat for the next month! Haha!
The funniest part of the night was meeting and talking to our server. He was a very animated man and you can tell he loves living life! This past year, he dropped a whopping 50 pounds! He did this by running 12 miles a week and get this....cutting out red meat and alcohol! How's that for irony?! I figured, if he dropped so much weight, in spite of working at Fogo, anybody can!
Oh, and if you want to know about what I ended up giving my husband, it was the practical gift of cash. :) After shopping for days, I just decided to give him cash....on one condition. That he spends it on HIMSELF. Not on me, not on groceries, not on fixing the car...but on himself.
I hope he had a wonderful weekend. Honey, I love you more than you will ever know. I am so blessed to be married to you!
On Monday, I took my sweetie to Fogo De Chao. If you've never been, it's a Brazilian Churrascaria. At close to $50 a head, you want to make sure you go on an empty stomach. As soon as they seat you, they bring out piping hot cheese popovers, crispy polenta, fried plantains and mashed potatoes to your table. Then, you help yourself to their beautiful salad bar, full of fresh veggies and cheese. They have asparagus, sun dried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, hearts of palm, smoked salmon, rice and beans, swiss cheese, parmesan cheese, tabouli, etc. Each person is given a coaster which is red on one side and green on the other. If you want meat, you turn it to the green side. If you're done having meat or want to have a break, you turn it to the red side.
When it's green, gaucho chefs come to your table and give you your choice of meat. They have filet mignon, rack of lamb, garlic beef, leg of lamb, chicken legs, sausage, parmesan pork, ribs, and much more. The assault of meat in your face is quite unforgettable. Our personal favorite was the rack of lamb. We would go back just for that. They also give you a complementary dessert if it's your birthday. We chose their papaya cream....highly recommend it! However, I just don't see how people dine there so frequently. After we ate, my husband goes, ok, no more red meat for the next month! Haha!
The funniest part of the night was meeting and talking to our server. He was a very animated man and you can tell he loves living life! This past year, he dropped a whopping 50 pounds! He did this by running 12 miles a week and get this....cutting out red meat and alcohol! How's that for irony?! I figured, if he dropped so much weight, in spite of working at Fogo, anybody can!
Oh, and if you want to know about what I ended up giving my husband, it was the practical gift of cash. :) After shopping for days, I just decided to give him cash....on one condition. That he spends it on HIMSELF. Not on me, not on groceries, not on fixing the car...but on himself.
I hope he had a wonderful weekend. Honey, I love you more than you will ever know. I am so blessed to be married to you!
Friday, October 23, 2009
God knows our hearts.
I will eventually give you an update on my husband's birthday weekend and the mice situation. Right now, I just want to write about what's going on in my heart. I'm not going to get into too many details here but let's just say I've been burdened the past few days.
It may be PMS, thyroid, hormones, something else or just me but needless to say, I've been on an emotional roller coaster all week. I'm trying to attack my emotions by spending time with the Lord, because that's the only real way I know how. I'm not one of those people who can hide their emotions well. What you see is what you get. I haven't really admitted this but I've been feeling like a failure, especially as a wife.
Yesterday, a couple things happened which totally made my day! Let me start out by saying that 'words of affirmation' is my strongest love language, followed closely by 'quality time'. God must totally know this. My husband's primary love language is 'acts of service'. If you don't know what I'm talking about, pick up the book "The 5 love languages" by Dr. Gary Chapman...great read.
Yesterday, I got a call from an older gentleman named Ernest, who's one of our customers. I don't even remember what he called about but at the end of the call, he said: "You are the first person who has helped me, all day. You totally made my day young lady". Mind you, most of the time, I deal with complaints and disputes over the phone. So, to hear a customer actually thank me, for anything, is a big deal. There was something about the way he said it...you could hear the sincerity in his voice. Mr. Ernest, thank you. You totally made my day.
I've been praying for more wisdom because I genuinely feel like I lack this. So many times, I'll say and do things foolishly, only to regret them 10 seconds later. It's a bad habit I know I need to break. Not just for the sake of myself but for the sake of my family, particularly my husband and our marriage. Last night, before I went to bed, my sweet Shankari Chitthi shared an encouraging word with me on Facebook. She said: "I know your heart Kannae, and I sense the Lord saying that "He is so pleased with you." I was like, what??! Honestly God?? I haven't done very much that is pleasing to you lately. I had a hard time believing it but I received that word by faith in Jesus' name! She doesn't even know this but after she wrote those words, something just lifted. I had tears in my eyes and the burden just lifted.
So, Shankari Chitthi, thank you. You have NO idea how much that meant to me. You have no idea how much YOU mean to me. I love you so much. Above all, Lord, I love you so much. Thank you for giving me grace, even when I don't deserve it.
It may be PMS, thyroid, hormones, something else or just me but needless to say, I've been on an emotional roller coaster all week. I'm trying to attack my emotions by spending time with the Lord, because that's the only real way I know how. I'm not one of those people who can hide their emotions well. What you see is what you get. I haven't really admitted this but I've been feeling like a failure, especially as a wife.
Yesterday, a couple things happened which totally made my day! Let me start out by saying that 'words of affirmation' is my strongest love language, followed closely by 'quality time'. God must totally know this. My husband's primary love language is 'acts of service'. If you don't know what I'm talking about, pick up the book "The 5 love languages" by Dr. Gary Chapman...great read.
Yesterday, I got a call from an older gentleman named Ernest, who's one of our customers. I don't even remember what he called about but at the end of the call, he said: "You are the first person who has helped me, all day. You totally made my day young lady". Mind you, most of the time, I deal with complaints and disputes over the phone. So, to hear a customer actually thank me, for anything, is a big deal. There was something about the way he said it...you could hear the sincerity in his voice. Mr. Ernest, thank you. You totally made my day.
I've been praying for more wisdom because I genuinely feel like I lack this. So many times, I'll say and do things foolishly, only to regret them 10 seconds later. It's a bad habit I know I need to break. Not just for the sake of myself but for the sake of my family, particularly my husband and our marriage. Last night, before I went to bed, my sweet Shankari Chitthi shared an encouraging word with me on Facebook. She said: "I know your heart Kannae, and I sense the Lord saying that "He is so pleased with you." I was like, what??! Honestly God?? I haven't done very much that is pleasing to you lately. I had a hard time believing it but I received that word by faith in Jesus' name! She doesn't even know this but after she wrote those words, something just lifted. I had tears in my eyes and the burden just lifted.
So, Shankari Chitthi, thank you. You have NO idea how much that meant to me. You have no idea how much YOU mean to me. I love you so much. Above all, Lord, I love you so much. Thank you for giving me grace, even when I don't deserve it.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Outwit, Outplay, Outsmart
We woke up this morning, hoping to find mice in our traps but alas, we found nothing. I slept lightly all night, just waiting to hear snaps. I thought I heard one, but it was probably just wishful thinking. Although, we found that one of the traps was empty. The mouse cleverly ate all the chocolate leading to the trap and the chocolate on the trap. We must not be very good mouse trappers.
Per my friends' suggestions, I'm going to buy some peanut butter. I know we're dealing with a very smart mouse. There may even be more than one mouse. We don't know. What's the best way to deal with a smart mouse? Yup, outsmart them. I'll probably buy some crazy glue and put it on top of the peanut butter too. The battle is on baby!
Per my friends' suggestions, I'm going to buy some peanut butter. I know we're dealing with a very smart mouse. There may even be more than one mouse. We don't know. What's the best way to deal with a smart mouse? Yup, outsmart them. I'll probably buy some crazy glue and put it on top of the peanut butter too. The battle is on baby!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Can't sleep
It's 1:36 a.m. right now and I just can't get to bed. It was another busy day, but a great day. Among other things, the maintenance guy came over with more mouse traps today. We have strategically placed 4 snap traps and 2 glue traps all over our kitchen and living room. My sweet friends Cat and Grace were kind enough to give me great mouse trapping advice. Thanks guys! I knew I can count on you!
We didn't have any peanut butter but we did have some 3 Musketeer bars. My sweet husband put trails of chocolate by each trap. Now, I am just sitting here waiting. I know that if I turned the lights off and went to sleep, the mouse/mice will come out. I'm usually not a wuss when it comes to these things but since we live in a 767 sqft. apartment, I can hear everything that goes on in each room.
I am going to pray and make myself go to bed now. Hopefully, we'll be hearing the mouse traps snapping tonight. Hey, a girl can hope right?
We didn't have any peanut butter but we did have some 3 Musketeer bars. My sweet husband put trails of chocolate by each trap. Now, I am just sitting here waiting. I know that if I turned the lights off and went to sleep, the mouse/mice will come out. I'm usually not a wuss when it comes to these things but since we live in a 767 sqft. apartment, I can hear everything that goes on in each room.
I am going to pray and make myself go to bed now. Hopefully, we'll be hearing the mouse traps snapping tonight. Hey, a girl can hope right?
Gross
As mentioned in my previous post, we're having mouse/mice issues.
This past weekend, while I cooked, my husband cleaned the apartment. It was totally spotless. Not to brag or anything but our apartment management has even asked if they can show our apartment to future residents. Point is, it's relatively clean. I definitely didn't think it was attractive to a mouse. Of course, I was wrong.
This morning, my husband woke up to find a mouse had eaten through a large brown paper bag to get to a mini 3 Musketeers bar! Is that crazy or what?? I cleaned our kitchen counters and stove top last night and put every drop of food away before I went to bed. This brown paper bag I speak of was in our living room. It had a random assortment of things in it. We totally forgot that the 3 Musketeers bar was in there.
Last night, I couldn't sleep much thinking about the mouse. So far, it has shown itself in our kitchen, our washer/dryer closet and the living room. We have never seen it but it has definitely left us "evidence" each time. One day, I found a white spot in our dark brown leather recliner. Upon further inspection, it looked like something bit a hole on our recliner and the white stuffing was sticking out. I'm almost 100% positive it was the mouse, although my husband is not so sure.
The maintenance guy has come to check it out and laid 3 traps with cheese. Still, no luck. What concerns me is that we have no clue where it's coming from. My biggest concern now is that my family is visiting this weekend and someone will be sleeping in the living room. Scary thought. After some research, I've found that the best way to get rid of a mouse is to borrow a cat. We have several friends who would let us do that but our apartment is a pet free community.
Has anyone ever had issues with mice before? Any suggestions?
This past weekend, while I cooked, my husband cleaned the apartment. It was totally spotless. Not to brag or anything but our apartment management has even asked if they can show our apartment to future residents. Point is, it's relatively clean. I definitely didn't think it was attractive to a mouse. Of course, I was wrong.
This morning, my husband woke up to find a mouse had eaten through a large brown paper bag to get to a mini 3 Musketeers bar! Is that crazy or what?? I cleaned our kitchen counters and stove top last night and put every drop of food away before I went to bed. This brown paper bag I speak of was in our living room. It had a random assortment of things in it. We totally forgot that the 3 Musketeers bar was in there.
Last night, I couldn't sleep much thinking about the mouse. So far, it has shown itself in our kitchen, our washer/dryer closet and the living room. We have never seen it but it has definitely left us "evidence" each time. One day, I found a white spot in our dark brown leather recliner. Upon further inspection, it looked like something bit a hole on our recliner and the white stuffing was sticking out. I'm almost 100% positive it was the mouse, although my husband is not so sure.
The maintenance guy has come to check it out and laid 3 traps with cheese. Still, no luck. What concerns me is that we have no clue where it's coming from. My biggest concern now is that my family is visiting this weekend and someone will be sleeping in the living room. Scary thought. After some research, I've found that the best way to get rid of a mouse is to borrow a cat. We have several friends who would let us do that but our apartment is a pet free community.
Has anyone ever had issues with mice before? Any suggestions?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Random Thoughts
My blog needs some TLC. I've been slacking. Not intentionally though. I've had so much going on this past week that I don't know where to start. Here's a quick run down of this week's events, along with random thoughts.
- Monday was a crazy day. One of our friends' apartment got broken into, while they were in there, sleeping! Crazy or what?? Thankfully, no one was hurt and as far as we know, nothing was stolen. Can I say God's grace and protection??
- According to the doc, I need to start using a bone growth stimulator..more on that later.
- I finally started cooking....which is huge.
- So far this week, I've made Squash Lasagna with Bechamel Sauce, Parmesan Breadsticks, Baked Squash, Couscous, Spinach Salad, Sambar, Tindoora Poriyal and Zucchini Lasagna, which is cooling as I write this.
- My husband made spinach daal for dinner tonight....it was wonderful. Our friends Jenny, Joseph and Isabel came over and we all had dinner together. :)
- Tomorrow, I'm going to start cooking for my husband's birthday. I finally got all the ingredients I needed, after going to 4 different grocery stores.
- I'm making Mutton Biryani and Channa.
- Jenny is making Poori and my mom is making Chicken Kozhambu.
- Yes, I said my mom!! My parents and brother are coming on Friday to celebrate my husband's birthday! Yay! I have the most wonderful family!
- I need to bake my husband a chocolate cake...still looking for a recipe.
- Going to physical therapy twice a week. Each time, it gets harder but I know it's worth it. I try not to schedule anything on my PT days because I'm just so exhausted.
- Our friends from home group are moving into our apartment community....I'm so excited we're going to be neighbors! They have the cutest little boy with gorgeous bright blue eyes!
- With some help from friends, I decided to buy a BBQ grill for my husband. I was so excited to finally find a gift.
- I checked with our apartment and they said BBQ grills are allowed as long as we have renter's insurance (which we do).
- Then, they told me they misspoke. We cannot grill on our patio. The grill must be at least 15 feet away from our building...seriously??!
- A couple weeks ago, I signed up for a mentoring program through our church. It's a great program called Kid's Hope. Please check it out at http://www.kidshopeusa.org/. I need to pick up my badge at school this week but still haven't done it.
- We finally found and purchased an unlimited long distance phone plan for my work. It's called Ooma. It's $250 but we found it at Best Buy for $220 plus tax. With a 10% off coupon, it came out to $217, including tax. Steep, yes but it's a one time fee for unlimited long distance. I average 3,600 minutes per month for work so it's worth it.
- I'm looking for a Panasonic DECT phone to go with it. Hopefully, I can find a used one on Craigslist.
- I made reservations for my husband I at Fogo De Chao for his birthday on Monday. He LOVES that place. I found an ad for a Fogo De Chao gift card. After bargaining with the lady, I bought the gift card at a 25% discounted rate.
- This is embarrassing but we have a mouse (or rat) problem in our apartment. We keep our apartment quite clean. We've laid out 3 mouse traps. Still haven't caught the pesky creature.
Ok, that about sums it up. My brain is going at 150 miles an hour. I'm sure I'll wake up in the middle of the night and go...I forgot to mention this!
I'm still looking for gift ideas for my husband. Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read this blog! Good night!
p.s. I hope my lasagna has cooled by now, so I can stick it in the fridge. My mom always told me that bacteria multiplies if you stick something warm in the fridge. See mom, I am listening to you even when you don't think I am. :)
Saturday, October 10, 2009
10 week follow up
Yesterday, I had my 10 week follow up with my Orthopedist. I was super excited to go, thinking this would be my last visit. Well, I was wrong. After I got some x-rays done, I went into a room, waiting for the PA and the Doctor. They came in and had a puzzled look on their faces. They told me that for some reason, my bone hasn't fully healed. According to the doctor, normally, it would take 8 weeks for a bone to heal and considering my age and health, there was no reason why the bone shouldn't heal.
Initially, I was quite disappointed and visibly upset to hear about the results of the x-rays. This lasted only for a brief moment because I realized that I serve a great God. It's amazing how God prepares you for every situation in your life. The morning of my appointment, I was watching Marilyn Hickey while getting ready. She was talking about the healing power of God and His word. She talked about a woman who was completely healed from having 26 tumors on her body!
I was reminded of this when I was at the doctor's office. I claimed that God is my healer and He is going to make my bone grow. His word says that and He never lies. I thank God for loving me enough to prepare me and give me strength for every situation in life. His mercies are new every morning.
Initially, I was quite disappointed and visibly upset to hear about the results of the x-rays. This lasted only for a brief moment because I realized that I serve a great God. It's amazing how God prepares you for every situation in your life. The morning of my appointment, I was watching Marilyn Hickey while getting ready. She was talking about the healing power of God and His word. She talked about a woman who was completely healed from having 26 tumors on her body!
I was reminded of this when I was at the doctor's office. I claimed that God is my healer and He is going to make my bone grow. His word says that and He never lies. I thank God for loving me enough to prepare me and give me strength for every situation in life. His mercies are new every morning.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I need some ideas
My husband's birthday is in 10 1/2 days and I've done absolutely nothing for it yet. Usually by now, I would have his gift, made him a card, and pretty much planned out the entire day but not this year. I'm stuck...just completely stuck.
Starting with gifts. One of my husband's true loves is cars. He has been wanting a BMW 3 series (sports package) for quite some time. That's the only thing he really wants. Obviously, that's waaaaay out of my reach, for a gift. I don't want to get him clothes...face it, that's just boring. I don't want to get him a gift card to his favorite anything because although practical, it's too predictable. Same goes for cash. I made him a scrapbook one year...I'm not making that mistake again. Anyone got any ideas?
I usually buy or bake him a cake. This year, I'll bake. At least that's covered. As for an activity, I want to take him to a race track but his wrist has been hurting. I definitely don't want to add to that. I thought I'd treat him to a weekend away, just the two of us, but that's more my thing. Not sure how he'd feel about it. Besides, we live in Houston....where can I go within a 50 mile radius, which doesn't scream big city?
The only other thing I somewhat have planned out is his birthday breakfast, lunch and dinner. I'll probably make him a nice breakfast involving chocolate, cook lunch and take him out for a nice dinner. Growing up, I know what his mom made for his birthday lunch. I want him to have that nostalgic, childhood experience all over again. I just hope I can do a half decent job in recapturing that.
My goal is to just let him know that he's loved and respected....a LOT, by me. If any of you wise women (or men) have some ideas, please send them my way...please.
Starting with gifts. One of my husband's true loves is cars. He has been wanting a BMW 3 series (sports package) for quite some time. That's the only thing he really wants. Obviously, that's waaaaay out of my reach, for a gift. I don't want to get him clothes...face it, that's just boring. I don't want to get him a gift card to his favorite anything because although practical, it's too predictable. Same goes for cash. I made him a scrapbook one year...I'm not making that mistake again. Anyone got any ideas?
I usually buy or bake him a cake. This year, I'll bake. At least that's covered. As for an activity, I want to take him to a race track but his wrist has been hurting. I definitely don't want to add to that. I thought I'd treat him to a weekend away, just the two of us, but that's more my thing. Not sure how he'd feel about it. Besides, we live in Houston....where can I go within a 50 mile radius, which doesn't scream big city?
The only other thing I somewhat have planned out is his birthday breakfast, lunch and dinner. I'll probably make him a nice breakfast involving chocolate, cook lunch and take him out for a nice dinner. Growing up, I know what his mom made for his birthday lunch. I want him to have that nostalgic, childhood experience all over again. I just hope I can do a half decent job in recapturing that.
My goal is to just let him know that he's loved and respected....a LOT, by me. If any of you wise women (or men) have some ideas, please send them my way...please.
Friday, October 2, 2009
I'm Pooped!
I left home at 9:35 a.m. for my Physical Therapy appointment and got back home at 11:45 a.m.! Boy, they really work you! My foot is super sore but I feel like I got a lot accomplished.
My therapist's name is Beth and she's super sweet. Beth had me do several different different exercises. These included exercises on the stationary bike, a mini trampoline, a body gym, a heel wedge, and my least favorite, the balance trainer. The balance trainer is a round board you stand on and move your ankle without rotating the actual board, or your hips. Of course, as with all things involving balance, this was challenging for me.
Beth kept going...Priya, don't move your hips. I looked at her and went, Beth, I am Indian...I can't do anything without moving my hips! The best part of the PT session is the 5 minute foot massage at the end. I felt bad for Beth though. My foot isn't a pretty sight right now. Not to totally gross you out, but I have blisters and a couple of open wounds from my boot rubbing on my ankle. Told you...totally gross. Hopefully, this will disappear soon.
Anyway, when I came back home, my body just wanted to crash...but not my mind. I am ready to take on the day! I am going to hang out with my friends Jenny, Joseph and their daughter Isabel. They will be here soon and I can't wait!
My therapist's name is Beth and she's super sweet. Beth had me do several different different exercises. These included exercises on the stationary bike, a mini trampoline, a body gym, a heel wedge, and my least favorite, the balance trainer. The balance trainer is a round board you stand on and move your ankle without rotating the actual board, or your hips. Of course, as with all things involving balance, this was challenging for me.
Beth kept going...Priya, don't move your hips. I looked at her and went, Beth, I am Indian...I can't do anything without moving my hips! The best part of the PT session is the 5 minute foot massage at the end. I felt bad for Beth though. My foot isn't a pretty sight right now. Not to totally gross you out, but I have blisters and a couple of open wounds from my boot rubbing on my ankle. Told you...totally gross. Hopefully, this will disappear soon.
Anyway, when I came back home, my body just wanted to crash...but not my mind. I am ready to take on the day! I am going to hang out with my friends Jenny, Joseph and their daughter Isabel. They will be here soon and I can't wait!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Humbled
First of all, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. This week has been a bit challenging, both physically and emotionally. However, the Lord never ceases to amaze me.
I am so happy to tell you that I'm finally out of my boot and onto my brace. I can start wearing my tennis shoes again! I also started physical therapy yesterday...yay! The exercises that the PT gave me really work wonders. The only issue is that sometimes, if I overdo it, my foot swells up. Such was the case today. I had a wonderful day yesterday and got quite a bit done. I thought, if everything continues to go so smooth, I will be up and doing everything in no time.
Today, I planned on cooking some Indian food for my husband. I know that he has been missing home cooked Indian food all week, although he's too sweet to say anything. I woke up this morning and my foot was swollen and sore. I decided against cooking today but I was quite sad about it. I was looking forward to surprising my husband.
This is where the Lord comes in! Our friends Jenny and Joseph called, asking if they can come over to hang out. They have such a cute little daughter, Isabel. I LOVE seeing them and was quite excited to enjoy their company. Well, they came bearing gifts....lots of gifts. As in home cooked Indian food! Jenny just walked in and started filling my fridge. I was trying hard to hold back the tears. I'm amazed by God's love for us. He really does know the desires of our hearts, even when we don't ask Him.
They brought Chicken Biryani, Eggplant Curry, Chicken Fry, Spinach Poriyal, Sambar and Vijay's favorite, Dosa....wow! Jenny must have spent the entire day cooking! I am so grateful for such great friends. I'm grateful for all our friends...our friends from church, our friends from school, etc. Furthermore, I'm just humbled by God's love and His grace.
Joseph and Jenny, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! Thank you for your friendship and thank you for the comfort food. We are blessed to have you in our lives. We love you!
I am so happy to tell you that I'm finally out of my boot and onto my brace. I can start wearing my tennis shoes again! I also started physical therapy yesterday...yay! The exercises that the PT gave me really work wonders. The only issue is that sometimes, if I overdo it, my foot swells up. Such was the case today. I had a wonderful day yesterday and got quite a bit done. I thought, if everything continues to go so smooth, I will be up and doing everything in no time.
Today, I planned on cooking some Indian food for my husband. I know that he has been missing home cooked Indian food all week, although he's too sweet to say anything. I woke up this morning and my foot was swollen and sore. I decided against cooking today but I was quite sad about it. I was looking forward to surprising my husband.
This is where the Lord comes in! Our friends Jenny and Joseph called, asking if they can come over to hang out. They have such a cute little daughter, Isabel. I LOVE seeing them and was quite excited to enjoy their company. Well, they came bearing gifts....lots of gifts. As in home cooked Indian food! Jenny just walked in and started filling my fridge. I was trying hard to hold back the tears. I'm amazed by God's love for us. He really does know the desires of our hearts, even when we don't ask Him.
They brought Chicken Biryani, Eggplant Curry, Chicken Fry, Spinach Poriyal, Sambar and Vijay's favorite, Dosa....wow! Jenny must have spent the entire day cooking! I am so grateful for such great friends. I'm grateful for all our friends...our friends from church, our friends from school, etc. Furthermore, I'm just humbled by God's love and His grace.
Joseph and Jenny, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! Thank you for your friendship and thank you for the comfort food. We are blessed to have you in our lives. We love you!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Free Chick-fil-A!
We've been seeing these ads for our local Chick-fil-A. They are giving away free chicken sandwiches today between 5-6 p.m. How awesome is that??!
So, we decided to go. We were in line at the drive-thru for about 15 minutes. There were so many people in line that they had 2 cops directing traffic! We made it through the drive-thru at 6:02 p.m. and got our sandwiches. We literally felt like we won a contest or something...haha!
On the way back to our apartment, we met our downstairs neighbors for the first time. They are this really cute newlywed couple. We chatted and decided we'd get together for dinner soon. The whole time we were talking, I was thinking.....man, I hope we don't make too much noise upstairs! Between our surround sound system, my crutches and moving around furniture, I hope that we haven't made them wish they lived elsewhere!
So, we decided to go. We were in line at the drive-thru for about 15 minutes. There were so many people in line that they had 2 cops directing traffic! We made it through the drive-thru at 6:02 p.m. and got our sandwiches. We literally felt like we won a contest or something...haha!
On the way back to our apartment, we met our downstairs neighbors for the first time. They are this really cute newlywed couple. We chatted and decided we'd get together for dinner soon. The whole time we were talking, I was thinking.....man, I hope we don't make too much noise upstairs! Between our surround sound system, my crutches and moving around furniture, I hope that we haven't made them wish they lived elsewhere!
Tendonitis go away!
My sweet husband has been having issues with his right wrist lately.
I think it resulted from him playing basketball too aggressively. Last year, he broke his collarbone playing basketball. Now, he has been saying that his wrist hurts. Poor guy. Today, he went to an orthopedist and the doc diagnosed him with tendonitis. He is wearing a splint in his hand now. We are praying and believing that God will completely heal him.
You should see the both of us when we go out. Between my monstrous boot and my husband's splint, I bet we have people scratching their heads. It's quite a funny sight really. Try explaining this to strangers...and convincing them that our injuries are totally unrelated!
I think it resulted from him playing basketball too aggressively. Last year, he broke his collarbone playing basketball. Now, he has been saying that his wrist hurts. Poor guy. Today, he went to an orthopedist and the doc diagnosed him with tendonitis. He is wearing a splint in his hand now. We are praying and believing that God will completely heal him.
You should see the both of us when we go out. Between my monstrous boot and my husband's splint, I bet we have people scratching their heads. It's quite a funny sight really. Try explaining this to strangers...and convincing them that our injuries are totally unrelated!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Swollen ankle
I temporarily have a cankle! Right now, both my ankles (and feet) look so different. My left ankle is considerably bigger than my right one. It's very odd looking I tell ya. I would post a picture but I want you to hold onto the dinner you just had. Be grateful and just consider yourselves spared.
I've exercised my ankle, put ice on it, and kept it elevated but it still looks the same. I'm not going to lose hope though. I'm praying that it goes back to it's original shape and size.
Which gets me to thinking...I wonder if I can fit into my pointy red heels..hmm. (Just kidding, Mom!)
I've exercised my ankle, put ice on it, and kept it elevated but it still looks the same. I'm not going to lose hope though. I'm praying that it goes back to it's original shape and size.
Which gets me to thinking...I wonder if I can fit into my pointy red heels..hmm. (Just kidding, Mom!)
Monday, September 21, 2009
Life Lessons
A week from today, I should be off my boot and onto a brace. I cannot tell you how excited I am! A week ago, I honestly didn't know if I can get off my crutches. I just kept praying, asking God to give me strength for each new day. You know what? He did give me strength and I can do things this week that I couldn't do last week. I can do today what I couldn't yesterday.
I have been reading the book of Joshua and I kept telling myself that the same God who parted the Red Sea and the Jordan River is the same God whom I serve. If He can do that, surely He can heal my ankle. All He requires is that I trust Him, have faith and start acting on what His word says.
A few weeks ago, I was reading about and listening to Joni Eareckson Tada. In 1967, Joni had a terrible diving accident which left her permanently paralyzed, unable to use her hands and legs. However, she didn't let that stop her from living her life the way that God intended for her. She persevered, despite the difficult challenges she faced. Now, she has written more than 30 books and founded Joni and Friends, a ministry which helps families with disabilities. How inspirational!
When I read about people like Joni, I realize that the things I face are n-o-t-h-i-n-g compared to all that she has gone through. I may lose sight of this now and then but it's always good to keep things in perspective.
Right now, my ankle and foot are still weak because they have not gotten much use. They feel lifeless. However, even though it feels weird to walk and hurts to walk, I have to keep pressing through. The more I walk, the stronger my ankle and foot will become. Isn't that exactly how our walk with the Lord is? This is a lesson I am having to learn and re-learn in life. I am so glad that God is patient with me. Despite all my shortcomings, He loves me enough to never give up on me.
I have been reading the book of Joshua and I kept telling myself that the same God who parted the Red Sea and the Jordan River is the same God whom I serve. If He can do that, surely He can heal my ankle. All He requires is that I trust Him, have faith and start acting on what His word says.
A few weeks ago, I was reading about and listening to Joni Eareckson Tada. In 1967, Joni had a terrible diving accident which left her permanently paralyzed, unable to use her hands and legs. However, she didn't let that stop her from living her life the way that God intended for her. She persevered, despite the difficult challenges she faced. Now, she has written more than 30 books and founded Joni and Friends, a ministry which helps families with disabilities. How inspirational!
When I read about people like Joni, I realize that the things I face are n-o-t-h-i-n-g compared to all that she has gone through. I may lose sight of this now and then but it's always good to keep things in perspective.
Right now, my ankle and foot are still weak because they have not gotten much use. They feel lifeless. However, even though it feels weird to walk and hurts to walk, I have to keep pressing through. The more I walk, the stronger my ankle and foot will become. Isn't that exactly how our walk with the Lord is? This is a lesson I am having to learn and re-learn in life. I am so glad that God is patient with me. Despite all my shortcomings, He loves me enough to never give up on me.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Costco..enough said.
If you know me at all, you know that I have an incredibly unhealthy fascination with Costco. It's a love affair that began a few years ago and it all started with Christmas wrapping paper.
Growing up, we spent our Christmases with my aunt, uncle and our adorable twin cousins. Through the years, my aunt and uncle always had the most gorgeously wrapped presents. They were so beautiful that I was afraid to touch them..literally. Believe you me, that was hard because I was the kid who would try to take a sneak peak at all the goodies under the tree. At one point, I became more enamored with the wrapping paper than the gift itself. Then, I discovered their secret. Each year, they bought their wrapping paper from Costco!
Ever since then, I've been an avid fan of Costco. To this day, come rain or shine, if you ask me to go to Costco, I will be ready in 5 minutes flat (a feat you won't see too often). Me in Costco is like a kid at FAO Schwarz. In fact, before I met my husband, my list of requirements for a partner went something like this. Must love me. Must love my family. Must love Costco.
In these past 6 weeks, there are lots of things I've missed doing, things I've taken for granted. One of those things are my bi-weekly Costco trips. So, on Monday, after my doctor's appointment, my husband asked me what I'd like to do. Bursting at the seams, I said...honey, can you please take me to Costco? He said: really? I said: REALLY! So, off we went. When I got in, I was so happy to flash my Costco executive member card at the door, smile at the employees in their red and blue Costco vests and most of all, gaze at their CHRISTMAS items! They had their Christmas items people! Unfortunately, I didn't see this year's wrapping paper, but I can't wait!
On more than one occasion, my husband has told me that I need to work in Costco's corporate office. Considering it's in Issaquah, WA, that's out of the question. Mr. Sinegal (that's Costco's CEO), in the 1 in a 100 million chance you're reading this and have a telecommuting position available, know that you can count on me to faithfully carry out the job requirements. Sir, I have lost count of how many folks became Costco members after I (Priya), introduced them to your wonderful establishment. Furthermore Mr. Sinegal, I have lured many patrons away from your competitor, Sam's. Now you tell me, how many employees of yours can say that?
In any event, I think it's safe to say....I love Costco.
Growing up, we spent our Christmases with my aunt, uncle and our adorable twin cousins. Through the years, my aunt and uncle always had the most gorgeously wrapped presents. They were so beautiful that I was afraid to touch them..literally. Believe you me, that was hard because I was the kid who would try to take a sneak peak at all the goodies under the tree. At one point, I became more enamored with the wrapping paper than the gift itself. Then, I discovered their secret. Each year, they bought their wrapping paper from Costco!
Ever since then, I've been an avid fan of Costco. To this day, come rain or shine, if you ask me to go to Costco, I will be ready in 5 minutes flat (a feat you won't see too often). Me in Costco is like a kid at FAO Schwarz. In fact, before I met my husband, my list of requirements for a partner went something like this. Must love me. Must love my family. Must love Costco.
In these past 6 weeks, there are lots of things I've missed doing, things I've taken for granted. One of those things are my bi-weekly Costco trips. So, on Monday, after my doctor's appointment, my husband asked me what I'd like to do. Bursting at the seams, I said...honey, can you please take me to Costco? He said: really? I said: REALLY! So, off we went. When I got in, I was so happy to flash my Costco executive member card at the door, smile at the employees in their red and blue Costco vests and most of all, gaze at their CHRISTMAS items! They had their Christmas items people! Unfortunately, I didn't see this year's wrapping paper, but I can't wait!
On more than one occasion, my husband has told me that I need to work in Costco's corporate office. Considering it's in Issaquah, WA, that's out of the question. Mr. Sinegal (that's Costco's CEO), in the 1 in a 100 million chance you're reading this and have a telecommuting position available, know that you can count on me to faithfully carry out the job requirements. Sir, I have lost count of how many folks became Costco members after I (Priya), introduced them to your wonderful establishment. Furthermore Mr. Sinegal, I have lured many patrons away from your competitor, Sam's. Now you tell me, how many employees of yours can say that?
In any event, I think it's safe to say....I love Costco.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
My new found inspiration
We just got back from our Tuesday night Bible study, which is held at our friends Mike and Geraldine's place. They are our wonderful British friends and we have loads of fun together.
We haven't met the entire summer and I sure have missed everyone. One of our friends just had a baby girl and we got to meet her for the first time today. She is 2 weeks old and she's darling! Absolutely perfect! She's this teensyweensy and it was so great to hold her, until she started crying of course.
When the night ended, Geraldine reminded me that I need to get better soon so we can go to the Indian grocery store and start cooking together. Well Geraldine, that is all the inspiration I needed! You will be proud to know that I just walked up a whole flight of stairs (22 to be exact) to get home. This is the first my friend...in six weeks!
Could you do me a favor? Can you please remind me about this each time you see me? Please? Better yet, feel free to call, e-mail or text me....daily.
We haven't met the entire summer and I sure have missed everyone. One of our friends just had a baby girl and we got to meet her for the first time today. She is 2 weeks old and she's darling! Absolutely perfect! She's this teensyweensy and it was so great to hold her, until she started crying of course.
When the night ended, Geraldine reminded me that I need to get better soon so we can go to the Indian grocery store and start cooking together. Well Geraldine, that is all the inspiration I needed! You will be proud to know that I just walked up a whole flight of stairs (22 to be exact) to get home. This is the first my friend...in six weeks!
Could you do me a favor? Can you please remind me about this each time you see me? Please? Better yet, feel free to call, e-mail or text me....daily.
Doctor's appointment
Yesterday, I had my 6 week follow up appointment with my orthopedist. We got there at 3:40 pm and left at 5:30 pm...not too bad. I met a few cool people, in the elevator and in the waiting room. You must understand that I have missed being around people. My day consists of reading, spending dangerous amounts of time on my computer, working, walking to the bathroom, walking to the living room, walking back to the bathroom and being on the phone. So, when I see people, I get a tad bit excited.
Here we were sitting in the waiting room and I look at my husband and say...look honey, there are people everywhere...how exciting! He goes, Priya, we don't even know any of them. I go, yes honey, but they are HUMAN BEINGS like me! This one older gentleman struck up a conversation with me telling me how he once broke his ankle "when an 800 pound heifer decided to dance and step on me"....his words, not mine. Haha...man, I love people!
After 20 minutes, the nurse called us in and took us to a room. I removed my boot and had x-rays done. Then, the PA walks in and tells me my x-rays look great, and even though they can still see the fracture line, my leg is healing just fine. She then told me that I may need physical therapy. I was hesitant to believe her because the last 2 times, she gave me the exact opposite diagnosis of the doctor's.
This time however, she was right on the money! The doc came in and checked out my ankle...not exactly a pretty sight. He asked me if I started to put a little weight on it. I said yes, I have. Then my sweet husband goes, "no doctor, she still just hops on one foot." I looked at him like, seriously, I did not just hear you say that. He sat there, grinning ear to ear.
Anyway, the doc told me that I can be off my crutches in 1 week, off my boot in 2 weeks and onto a brace the 3rd week. Yay! Then, we checked out and I got fitted for a brace that I can wear under my tennis shoes.
Now, I just have to learn to wean myself off the crutches. The other thing is, I need to learn to walk heel to toe in my boot, without the crutches. This is challenging because since I was a kid, I've been walking toe to heel. The boot is angled in such a way that if I were to walk toe to heel, I will end up flat on my face.
This is where giving up control and trusting in the Lord comes in. I have to put one foot in front of the other (literally) and trust that the Lord will help me.
p.s. I said I was going to do a post on Costco but that will just have to wait for another day.
Here we were sitting in the waiting room and I look at my husband and say...look honey, there are people everywhere...how exciting! He goes, Priya, we don't even know any of them. I go, yes honey, but they are HUMAN BEINGS like me! This one older gentleman struck up a conversation with me telling me how he once broke his ankle "when an 800 pound heifer decided to dance and step on me"....his words, not mine. Haha...man, I love people!
After 20 minutes, the nurse called us in and took us to a room. I removed my boot and had x-rays done. Then, the PA walks in and tells me my x-rays look great, and even though they can still see the fracture line, my leg is healing just fine. She then told me that I may need physical therapy. I was hesitant to believe her because the last 2 times, she gave me the exact opposite diagnosis of the doctor's.
This time however, she was right on the money! The doc came in and checked out my ankle...not exactly a pretty sight. He asked me if I started to put a little weight on it. I said yes, I have. Then my sweet husband goes, "no doctor, she still just hops on one foot." I looked at him like, seriously, I did not just hear you say that. He sat there, grinning ear to ear.
Anyway, the doc told me that I can be off my crutches in 1 week, off my boot in 2 weeks and onto a brace the 3rd week. Yay! Then, we checked out and I got fitted for a brace that I can wear under my tennis shoes.
Now, I just have to learn to wean myself off the crutches. The other thing is, I need to learn to walk heel to toe in my boot, without the crutches. This is challenging because since I was a kid, I've been walking toe to heel. The boot is angled in such a way that if I were to walk toe to heel, I will end up flat on my face.
This is where giving up control and trusting in the Lord comes in. I have to put one foot in front of the other (literally) and trust that the Lord will help me.
p.s. I said I was going to do a post on Costco but that will just have to wait for another day.
Monday, September 14, 2009
One in a million
Sometimes, I pinch myself because I can't believe what a good man I married! He worked from home today so he can take me to my doctor's appointment (more on that tomorrow), took me to one of my favorite places, Costco (even more on that tomorrow), fixed me dinner and made sure my every need was taken care of.
It's the little things he does which matter to me. He puts toothpaste on my toothbrush and pulls up a chair next to the sink so I don't have to stand and brush. He makes me coffee, gives me my medicine and makes sure I'm settled in my spot every morning with my laptop and phone. He makes darn sure I always have drinking water sitting next to me.
When we go out, he holds my crutches and purse while I go down the stairs, runs to the car and moves it so that I don't have to hop too far and opens the door for me. He fixes me dinner (plus breakfast and lunch when he can) and everything he makes is unfreakinbelievably delicious!
Tomorrow, he has to travel for work, just for the day. You know what my sweet man did? He took a large brown bag, filled it with everything I would need in the morning and put it right next to my spot. He fixed my lunch and kept it in the fridge so all I'd need to do is go and get it.
You know what I love the most? I've never told him to do any of these things....he just does them. In fact, I've told him so many times that I can do these things myself but he doesn't let me lift a finger. I won't forget all that he's done for me these past 6 weeks.
Everyday, I feel like God is loving me through him. I hope that one day, my son will be just like his daddy and that my daughter will marry someone just like her daddy. Sweetheart, you really are one in a million.
It's the little things he does which matter to me. He puts toothpaste on my toothbrush and pulls up a chair next to the sink so I don't have to stand and brush. He makes me coffee, gives me my medicine and makes sure I'm settled in my spot every morning with my laptop and phone. He makes darn sure I always have drinking water sitting next to me.
When we go out, he holds my crutches and purse while I go down the stairs, runs to the car and moves it so that I don't have to hop too far and opens the door for me. He fixes me dinner (plus breakfast and lunch when he can) and everything he makes is unfreakinbelievably delicious!
Tomorrow, he has to travel for work, just for the day. You know what my sweet man did? He took a large brown bag, filled it with everything I would need in the morning and put it right next to my spot. He fixed my lunch and kept it in the fridge so all I'd need to do is go and get it.
You know what I love the most? I've never told him to do any of these things....he just does them. In fact, I've told him so many times that I can do these things myself but he doesn't let me lift a finger. I won't forget all that he's done for me these past 6 weeks.
Everyday, I feel like God is loving me through him. I hope that one day, my son will be just like his daddy and that my daughter will marry someone just like her daddy. Sweetheart, you really are one in a million.
Happy Birthday Relin!
Boy, September is full of birthdays...and birthdays of some wonderful people, including my friend Relin's.
Happy Birthday Relin Mole! You are one of the sweetest people I know. Thank you for being there for me when I need you. I'll never forget the day my husband and I moved into our new apartment. We were bone tired by the time we finished moving that we didn't even have the energy to get dinner. Right then, you happened to call, saying that you and Abey were bringing over some dinner...even though it was past 10:00 p.m. We were so relieved and thankful!
We are so grateful to have such wonderful friends. I love you for so many reasons. You're thoughtful, kind, and you laugh at all my jokes. ;) You are the first person to make me a godmother, even though it's to your dog. ;) I can't imagine Houston without you. You and Abey are our first couple friends whom we both really connected with after we got married. You are one of my closest friends and I simply adore you.
Relin, I hope you had a wonderful birthday! I pray that the Lord blesses you with all the desires of your heart. I pray that He will bless you 100 fold for the ways you've blessed those around you. I love you so much. Happy Birthday Rey!
p.s. We would love to see you and Abey very soon.
p.s.s. I promise if you come, I will make you your favorite Tres Leches cake once I'm better. Scout's honor. ;)
Happy Birthday Relin Mole! You are one of the sweetest people I know. Thank you for being there for me when I need you. I'll never forget the day my husband and I moved into our new apartment. We were bone tired by the time we finished moving that we didn't even have the energy to get dinner. Right then, you happened to call, saying that you and Abey were bringing over some dinner...even though it was past 10:00 p.m. We were so relieved and thankful!
We are so grateful to have such wonderful friends. I love you for so many reasons. You're thoughtful, kind, and you laugh at all my jokes. ;) You are the first person to make me a godmother, even though it's to your dog. ;) I can't imagine Houston without you. You and Abey are our first couple friends whom we both really connected with after we got married. You are one of my closest friends and I simply adore you.
Relin, I hope you had a wonderful birthday! I pray that the Lord blesses you with all the desires of your heart. I pray that He will bless you 100 fold for the ways you've blessed those around you. I love you so much. Happy Birthday Rey!
p.s. We would love to see you and Abey very soon.
p.s.s. I promise if you come, I will make you your favorite Tres Leches cake once I'm better. Scout's honor. ;)
Sunday, September 13, 2009
A girl named Grace
There's this girl named Grace. She's smart, fun, beautiful, sweet, funny and kind. She stands 4 ft. 11 1/4 inches tall (and you better acknowledge the 1/4 inch or she will hurt you). She may be tiny but her personality is larger than life.
I am convinced that she is going to run for the President of the United States one day. If not that, she will go on to do some huge thing(s) in her life, especially involving our country.
I met Grace in 2003...and we've been best friends since. We were roommates for 2 years and she was the best roomie a girl could ask for! Sadly, in 2006, we were no longer roomies. She left me to go on to Law School in Virginia....oh the nerve of her! Of course, I upped and got married too.
The thing that makes our friendship incredibly special is that we call to tell each other the most stupid, meaningless, mundane things in life. Things like, dude, my mom just cooked and I can't get the smell of curry off my shirt . Or, I had toilet paper stuck to the back of my shoe and didn't know it for 2 hours. We are always there for each other. If I'm going through something, I know I can call Grace and she will listen and pray for me, without judging me. I hope she feels the same way too. Well, today is Grace's birthday.
Gracie, happy birthday! I pray that the Lord will bless you mightily this year. May He bless all the efforts of your hands. I am so blessed to have you in my life. I am proud of you and can't wait to see the great things God has in store for you. Even though I can't be with you today, know that I'm thinking of you and praying for you. I love you with all my heart!
I am convinced that she is going to run for the President of the United States one day. If not that, she will go on to do some huge thing(s) in her life, especially involving our country.
I met Grace in 2003...and we've been best friends since. We were roommates for 2 years and she was the best roomie a girl could ask for! Sadly, in 2006, we were no longer roomies. She left me to go on to Law School in Virginia....oh the nerve of her! Of course, I upped and got married too.
The thing that makes our friendship incredibly special is that we call to tell each other the most stupid, meaningless, mundane things in life. Things like, dude, my mom just cooked and I can't get the smell of curry off my shirt . Or, I had toilet paper stuck to the back of my shoe and didn't know it for 2 hours. We are always there for each other. If I'm going through something, I know I can call Grace and she will listen and pray for me, without judging me. I hope she feels the same way too. Well, today is Grace's birthday.
Gracie, happy birthday! I pray that the Lord will bless you mightily this year. May He bless all the efforts of your hands. I am so blessed to have you in my life. I am proud of you and can't wait to see the great things God has in store for you. Even though I can't be with you today, know that I'm thinking of you and praying for you. I love you with all my heart!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Mixed emotions
Yesterday, my husband came to San Antonio to spend the weekend with me and my family. He will be taking me back to Houston tomorrow. I was so thrilled to see him.
Part of me is sad to go back home to Houston tomorrow. Being here with my parents and brother has been wonderful. I realize that I take them all for granted. One of them has kept me company every second for the past 2 weeks. As an extrovert with a capital E, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this. I can fill my whole blog on the the things my mom has done for me. As I write this, my brother is poking me, trying his best to irritate me. In a weird way, I am going to miss even this. There are no words to speak of my love for all of them.
Yet, another part of me is anxious to get back to our life in Houston. This was the longest time my husband and I have been apart since we've been married. I've missed him with each passing minute...we belong together. When I'm not with him, I worry about him. Has he eaten? Does he feel lonely? Did he get enough sleep? I am aware he is a grown man who can take care of himself but these nagging thoughts go through my head. Even though there's not much I can do for him right now, I'm glad that I get to see him and be with him. He has been nothing short of wonderful to me.
Being torn in my heart only makes me realize how blessed I am to have such an incredible family. Thank you Lord.
Part of me is sad to go back home to Houston tomorrow. Being here with my parents and brother has been wonderful. I realize that I take them all for granted. One of them has kept me company every second for the past 2 weeks. As an extrovert with a capital E, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this. I can fill my whole blog on the the things my mom has done for me. As I write this, my brother is poking me, trying his best to irritate me. In a weird way, I am going to miss even this. There are no words to speak of my love for all of them.
Yet, another part of me is anxious to get back to our life in Houston. This was the longest time my husband and I have been apart since we've been married. I've missed him with each passing minute...we belong together. When I'm not with him, I worry about him. Has he eaten? Does he feel lonely? Did he get enough sleep? I am aware he is a grown man who can take care of himself but these nagging thoughts go through my head. Even though there's not much I can do for him right now, I'm glad that I get to see him and be with him. He has been nothing short of wonderful to me.
Being torn in my heart only makes me realize how blessed I am to have such an incredible family. Thank you Lord.
Friday, September 11, 2009
In Remembrance
Do you remember where you were and what you were doing on September 11, 2001? The events of that day are forever etched in my mind.
I woke up that morning, turned on the news and watched journalists reporting on the plane that hit the World Trade Center. In fact, I maybe watched the news for all of 2 minutes while getting ready to go to a class at UTD. I turned the TV off, thinking it was some amateur who flew a plane and hit the WTC by accident. Little did I know that this was an unthinkable evil plan set into motion by a large group of terrorists.
When I got to class and heard all the students talking about this news, I realized that this wasn't some bizarre accident. I rushed to my friend Cat's apartment and we sat and watched the events of the day unfold right before our eyes.
Then, I remember hearing the name Osama Bin Laden for the first time. My heart was gripped as I saw reports of people jumping out of buildings. Firetrucks were everywhere and people were covered in soot from head to feet. My mind couldn't even fathom or comprehend what was happening.
Can you believe it has been 8 years since those horrible events? Over the years, I've often thought of Lisa Beamer and Lyz Glick, wives of Todd Beamer and Jeremy Glick, true American heroes. Both Todd and Jeremy lost their lives trying to take down the hijackers of United Airlines flight 93.
Today, I remember Lisa, Lyz and every single person who lost their loved one on 9/11/01. I know that words cannot explain the depth of their loss. I pray that they will find comfort and strength in the Lord each day, especially today.
May God bless each family affected by 9/11/01. May God bless America.
I woke up that morning, turned on the news and watched journalists reporting on the plane that hit the World Trade Center. In fact, I maybe watched the news for all of 2 minutes while getting ready to go to a class at UTD. I turned the TV off, thinking it was some amateur who flew a plane and hit the WTC by accident. Little did I know that this was an unthinkable evil plan set into motion by a large group of terrorists.
When I got to class and heard all the students talking about this news, I realized that this wasn't some bizarre accident. I rushed to my friend Cat's apartment and we sat and watched the events of the day unfold right before our eyes.
Then, I remember hearing the name Osama Bin Laden for the first time. My heart was gripped as I saw reports of people jumping out of buildings. Firetrucks were everywhere and people were covered in soot from head to feet. My mind couldn't even fathom or comprehend what was happening.
Can you believe it has been 8 years since those horrible events? Over the years, I've often thought of Lisa Beamer and Lyz Glick, wives of Todd Beamer and Jeremy Glick, true American heroes. Both Todd and Jeremy lost their lives trying to take down the hijackers of United Airlines flight 93.
Today, I remember Lisa, Lyz and every single person who lost their loved one on 9/11/01. I know that words cannot explain the depth of their loss. I pray that they will find comfort and strength in the Lord each day, especially today.
May God bless each family affected by 9/11/01. May God bless America.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear....
Shankari Chitthi! Happy birthday to YOU!
Shankari Chitthi, I love you so very much! God has blessed you with immense wisdom and strength. Our weekly conversations are the highlight of my week. My selfish wish (and prayer) this year is that you will move back to the U.S. Above all, I pray for God's best in every area of your life.
Thank you for always being there for me. I miss you immensely. May you have a wonderful day and an even more blessed year. I love you.
p.s. for those of you wondering, 'chitthi' in Tamil means mom's younger sister....and I have many of them...all so wonderful.
Shankari Chitthi, I love you so very much! God has blessed you with immense wisdom and strength. Our weekly conversations are the highlight of my week. My selfish wish (and prayer) this year is that you will move back to the U.S. Above all, I pray for God's best in every area of your life.
Thank you for always being there for me. I miss you immensely. May you have a wonderful day and an even more blessed year. I love you.
p.s. for those of you wondering, 'chitthi' in Tamil means mom's younger sister....and I have many of them...all so wonderful.
Friday, September 4, 2009
My brother's shenanigans
I was on the phone with an important client this afternoon. Just so you know, it doesn't take much for me to laugh, especially while I'm on the phone. My brother knows how to take full advantage of this.
While I was on the call with this client, he randomly starts tossing things at me....a sock, a cold pack, etc. I got off the call and gave him a good piece of my mind. (Let me back up here to tell you that my work space is on a twin bed with a ton of pillows propped up behind me.) Then, I removed all the objects he threw...or so I thought.
After I got done working, I went to my parent's room to spend some time with them. My mom walks out of their room to get something and starts to shriek after taking one look at my bed. She goes: "Priya, look what you did! I can't believe you sometimes!"
As she was screaming, I mean shrieking, things were racing through my mind. I first thought: she is probably trying to play a prank on me. Then, her tone became progressively more severe. At this point, I became concerned, thinking, "what could I have possibly done??"
She walks in the room with the crisp white sheets in her hand and there was this huge spot on it. I looked at her in horror, completely confused!
Then, on her other hand, she pulled out a gold wrapper...like the one on a mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cup! Do you have any idea what a smashed Reese's Peanut Butter Cup looks like on white sheets?!
I started laughing so hard, tears rolling down my cheeks while gasping for air! For the life of me though, I couldn't figure out where the Reese's came from! After some time had passed, I casually mentioned to my brother what happened.
He just bursts out laughing and goes..."Priya, remember when I was throwing things at you? Well, one of those things was a Reese's! It probably got buried under your pillows!"
Good thing I didn't have my crutch right next to me! He would've been begging for mercy! Well, needless to say, we both had a great laugh over it.
Ah, brothers!
While I was on the call with this client, he randomly starts tossing things at me....a sock, a cold pack, etc. I got off the call and gave him a good piece of my mind. (Let me back up here to tell you that my work space is on a twin bed with a ton of pillows propped up behind me.) Then, I removed all the objects he threw...or so I thought.
After I got done working, I went to my parent's room to spend some time with them. My mom walks out of their room to get something and starts to shriek after taking one look at my bed. She goes: "Priya, look what you did! I can't believe you sometimes!"
As she was screaming, I mean shrieking, things were racing through my mind. I first thought: she is probably trying to play a prank on me. Then, her tone became progressively more severe. At this point, I became concerned, thinking, "what could I have possibly done??"
She walks in the room with the crisp white sheets in her hand and there was this huge spot on it. I looked at her in horror, completely confused!
Then, on her other hand, she pulled out a gold wrapper...like the one on a mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cup! Do you have any idea what a smashed Reese's Peanut Butter Cup looks like on white sheets?!
I started laughing so hard, tears rolling down my cheeks while gasping for air! For the life of me though, I couldn't figure out where the Reese's came from! After some time had passed, I casually mentioned to my brother what happened.
He just bursts out laughing and goes..."Priya, remember when I was throwing things at you? Well, one of those things was a Reese's! It probably got buried under your pillows!"
Good thing I didn't have my crutch right next to me! He would've been begging for mercy! Well, needless to say, we both had a great laugh over it.
Ah, brothers!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
A special message for Cat
I have three of the world's greatest friends: Cat, Relin and Grace. I met Cat and Relin in college while living in Dallas. The 3 of us were inseparable. We took all our classes together, tricked our professors, pulled all nighters, told each other everything and basically came into adulthood together.
We used to stay up all night talking about finding our prince charming, dreaming about our weddings, having kids, raising them together, sitting on the front porch on our rockers, sipping iced tea when we are old and gray. We have seen each other through laughter and tears. These are my girls and I love them with my whole heart.
Heck, we even talked about our kids marrying one another so we can all be in-laws. As life would have it, things don't exactly go as we plan them. Many times, God has a different, much better plan for us.
Relin and I got married in 2007 and moved to Houston. I felt terrible leaving Cat, especially because she was planning her own wedding in 2008.
Even though I was there for her, I missed out on the little things in the most stressful (and glorious) time in a girl's life...planning a wedding. Choosing the invitations, meeting the florist, endless dress fittings, working out to get in shape to get into the gown, helping with the seating arrangements, picking out the menu for the reception, etc.
Today, I missed another great milestone. Cat and Keefe got the keys to their first new home as a married couple. :)
Cat, I know how stressful it must be, packing a million boxes and moving into a new place. I'm deeply sorry I am not there with you to help you through this process. However, my heart is bursting with joy for you and Keefe. I pray that God will bless you in your new home. May you both make wonderful, warm memories that you can look back on for many years to come. The Lord has you in the palm of His hands. May His peace always reign in your home. I love you so very much.
We used to stay up all night talking about finding our prince charming, dreaming about our weddings, having kids, raising them together, sitting on the front porch on our rockers, sipping iced tea when we are old and gray. We have seen each other through laughter and tears. These are my girls and I love them with my whole heart.
Heck, we even talked about our kids marrying one another so we can all be in-laws. As life would have it, things don't exactly go as we plan them. Many times, God has a different, much better plan for us.
Relin and I got married in 2007 and moved to Houston. I felt terrible leaving Cat, especially because she was planning her own wedding in 2008.
Even though I was there for her, I missed out on the little things in the most stressful (and glorious) time in a girl's life...planning a wedding. Choosing the invitations, meeting the florist, endless dress fittings, working out to get in shape to get into the gown, helping with the seating arrangements, picking out the menu for the reception, etc.
Today, I missed another great milestone. Cat and Keefe got the keys to their first new home as a married couple. :)
Cat, I know how stressful it must be, packing a million boxes and moving into a new place. I'm deeply sorry I am not there with you to help you through this process. However, my heart is bursting with joy for you and Keefe. I pray that God will bless you in your new home. May you both make wonderful, warm memories that you can look back on for many years to come. The Lord has you in the palm of His hands. May His peace always reign in your home. I love you so very much.
Monday, August 31, 2009
I'm just sayin'
So, one of my loving family members (you know who you are) tells me today: "You and sarcasm are like intimate partners."
All I have to say to to you is this. Isn't that like the pot calling the kettle black?
All I have to say to to you is this. Isn't that like the pot calling the kettle black?
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Sleeping in
A funny thing happened this morning. I was in a deep sleep, probably dreaming of swimming in the beach. All of a sudden, I hear a loud knock on our door. I jolted out of bed and my inital reaction was to run and open the door.
Then, I came to my senses and realized...oh yeah, I can't walk on one leg. I looked at the clock and guess what time it was people? 8:45 a.m.....on a Saturday morning. My mind was still foggy from being like, dude, you're not on a beach....you're in Texas. My mom answered the door.
It was the next door neighbor and guess what he wanted? Come on, guess. He wanted an egg. Uh huh, an EGG. My mom, being as sweet as she is, gave him an egg. In fact, she told him he can have the whole carton. She then proceeded to tell me what a wonderful guy he was.
I said: "Mom, I just have one question for you. Does he have kids?" Her answer...he has two little ones.
Remember yesterday when I posted that our friends who have children don't get to sleep in much on Saturday mornings? Well, case in point.
The Lord knows how badly I want kids. Until He blesses us with children, I am going to enjoy sleeping in on Saturday mornings....and dreaming of swimming in the beach. :)
Then, I came to my senses and realized...oh yeah, I can't walk on one leg. I looked at the clock and guess what time it was people? 8:45 a.m.....on a Saturday morning. My mind was still foggy from being like, dude, you're not on a beach....you're in Texas. My mom answered the door.
It was the next door neighbor and guess what he wanted? Come on, guess. He wanted an egg. Uh huh, an EGG. My mom, being as sweet as she is, gave him an egg. In fact, she told him he can have the whole carton. She then proceeded to tell me what a wonderful guy he was.
I said: "Mom, I just have one question for you. Does he have kids?" Her answer...he has two little ones.
Remember yesterday when I posted that our friends who have children don't get to sleep in much on Saturday mornings? Well, case in point.
The Lord knows how badly I want kids. Until He blesses us with children, I am going to enjoy sleeping in on Saturday mornings....and dreaming of swimming in the beach. :)
Friday, August 28, 2009
Friday night blues
Warning: If mushy stuff makes you want to hurl, you may want to steer clear of this post.
I love Friday evenings. Whether my husband & I realize it or not, Friday evenings have become our unofficial date nights. It is our time to unwind and reconnect after a long week, just the two of us. We usually go out to dinner. Many times, we order take out, get a movie from Redbox, and snuggle up on the couch. (By the way, how awesome is Redbox?!)
This may not sound earth shatteringly exciting to some people but I get so excited just thinking about it. Hey, what can I say? I'm easy to please. (Someone tell my husband how lucky he is that I'm so low maintenance).
Another reason I love Friday is because we get to sleep in and wake up late on Saturday. Several of our friends who have kids tell us over and over again to enjoy this because once we are blessed with kids, there is no such thing as sleeping in for oh, 18 years.
So, I've learned to savor this time with my husband even more. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Friday night date night.
I am loving being here with my parents and brother but I deeply miss my husband. It's like a part of me is missing.
Honey, I love you so much. I miss you each day we're apart. I miss you even more today.
Lord, thank you for blessing me with such a wonderful man. Please watch over him and protect him. May your presence always be with him. While we're apart, knit our hearts closer together and make us one. In Jesus' name, Amen.
I love Friday evenings. Whether my husband & I realize it or not, Friday evenings have become our unofficial date nights. It is our time to unwind and reconnect after a long week, just the two of us. We usually go out to dinner. Many times, we order take out, get a movie from Redbox, and snuggle up on the couch. (By the way, how awesome is Redbox?!)
This may not sound earth shatteringly exciting to some people but I get so excited just thinking about it. Hey, what can I say? I'm easy to please. (Someone tell my husband how lucky he is that I'm so low maintenance).
Another reason I love Friday is because we get to sleep in and wake up late on Saturday. Several of our friends who have kids tell us over and over again to enjoy this because once we are blessed with kids, there is no such thing as sleeping in for oh, 18 years.
So, I've learned to savor this time with my husband even more. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Friday night date night.
I am loving being here with my parents and brother but I deeply miss my husband. It's like a part of me is missing.
Honey, I love you so much. I miss you each day we're apart. I miss you even more today.
Lord, thank you for blessing me with such a wonderful man. Please watch over him and protect him. May your presence always be with him. While we're apart, knit our hearts closer together and make us one. In Jesus' name, Amen.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Our trip to San Antonio
To have a change of pace, I decided to go to my parents' home in San Antonio for a few days. My brother picked my mom and me up & off we went.
One great thing about being in my parents' home is that I don't have to deal with stairs. My husband and I live on the second floor of an apartment complex. Each time we had to go out, it would be this huge production.
Let me back up. Normally, it takes me a while to get ready. Without the use of one leg temporarily, that time has doubled. On top of that, going up and down the stairs takes longer. You should see me going up the stairs. I scooch up on my tush and pray that none of my neighbors see me.
Anyways, you should have been with us on our drive to San Antonio. Usually, we listen to the radio but we decided to play a game of "guess who" instead. One person imitates a family member while the others try to figure out who they're imitating.
For example, my family makes fun of me for apologizing too much. I say sorry for things I do, things I don't do. I apologize for the neighbor, the neighbor's dog, his cat and his mama. (Yes, I should probably see a therapist about that). So, my family loves to imitate me.
On an on we went for a whole 3 1/2 hours!! Our extended family is so huge that we probably only covered 1/3 of them. I was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down my face. I realize that this is an incredibly messed up form of entertainment but man, was it fun!
I always love coming to my parents' home. I am so grateful that they live only a few hours away. The only bad part this time is that my husband can't be with us. I miss him so much my heart hurts. Sigh.
One great thing about being in my parents' home is that I don't have to deal with stairs. My husband and I live on the second floor of an apartment complex. Each time we had to go out, it would be this huge production.
Let me back up. Normally, it takes me a while to get ready. Without the use of one leg temporarily, that time has doubled. On top of that, going up and down the stairs takes longer. You should see me going up the stairs. I scooch up on my tush and pray that none of my neighbors see me.
Anyways, you should have been with us on our drive to San Antonio. Usually, we listen to the radio but we decided to play a game of "guess who" instead. One person imitates a family member while the others try to figure out who they're imitating.
For example, my family makes fun of me for apologizing too much. I say sorry for things I do, things I don't do. I apologize for the neighbor, the neighbor's dog, his cat and his mama. (Yes, I should probably see a therapist about that). So, my family loves to imitate me.
On an on we went for a whole 3 1/2 hours!! Our extended family is so huge that we probably only covered 1/3 of them. I was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down my face. I realize that this is an incredibly messed up form of entertainment but man, was it fun!
I always love coming to my parents' home. I am so grateful that they live only a few hours away. The only bad part this time is that my husband can't be with us. I miss him so much my heart hurts. Sigh.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
A Secret Pact
I am now convinced that my mom and my husband have an unspoken, secret pact. It is as if they got together and decided that in the face of me, united they stand.
On more than one occasion, I have had to remind my mom: Hey mom, remember, you gave birth to me in a village, on November 15, 1980? Remember the incredible pain you felt while giving birth but the moment you laid eyes on me, you knew you had meaning to life, a reason for living?
She looks back at me going, "Lady, I have NO idea what you are talking about."
Furthermore, she looks at my husband going: "You can do no wrong in my eyes and if you & what's her name ever get into a fight, I promise I will always take your side."
This love fest is sickening I tell you.
Can someone please explain to me how this happened?
On more than one occasion, I have had to remind my mom: Hey mom, remember, you gave birth to me in a village, on November 15, 1980? Remember the incredible pain you felt while giving birth but the moment you laid eyes on me, you knew you had meaning to life, a reason for living?
She looks back at me going, "Lady, I have NO idea what you are talking about."
Furthermore, she looks at my husband going: "You can do no wrong in my eyes and if you & what's her name ever get into a fight, I promise I will always take your side."
This love fest is sickening I tell you.
Can someone please explain to me how this happened?
Now I know where I get it from
Do you ever talk to yourself or have conversations with yourself? I don't mean rehearsing the honey do list in your head.
I mean, like, complete conversations, with every possible scenario imaginable. Like "Priya, walk carefully with your crutches....you can do it...and then BOOM....it's ok Priya, get up, try again. Watch for the ant on the floor next time."
You know, conversations like that. Well, I finally figured out where I get that from. I kid you not, my mom just had a complete conversation OUT LOUD all by herself as she was cooking.
If she keeps this up, I will never run out of things to write about. Hey, look at the bright side...at least my conversations stay in my head.
Mom, I love you. You're the best.
I mean, like, complete conversations, with every possible scenario imaginable. Like "Priya, walk carefully with your crutches....you can do it...and then BOOM....it's ok Priya, get up, try again. Watch for the ant on the floor next time."
You know, conversations like that. Well, I finally figured out where I get that from. I kid you not, my mom just had a complete conversation OUT LOUD all by herself as she was cooking.
If she keeps this up, I will never run out of things to write about. Hey, look at the bright side...at least my conversations stay in my head.
Mom, I love you. You're the best.
Monday, August 24, 2009
An open letter to my family & friends
My dear family & friends:
I hope that this letter finds you in good health. Thank you for your love & support during this difficult time. I love you all so very much. Really, I do.
I just want you to know that if material happens to present itself to me, please don't be shocked if I write about it. What I'm really trying to say is, you are guilty by association. If you live with me, see me or talk to me often, chances are you will get written about.
The one assurance I will give you is this. I will not embarrass you any more than I already embarrass myself.
I appreciate your understanding.
Love,
Priya
p.s. Honey, I know that when we made our vows to each other, this wasn't specified. However, I just assumed you knew that the unexpected can always happen in marriage.
p.s.s. Mom and Dad, please know that this is in no way pay back for all those years in boarding school.
I hope that this letter finds you in good health. Thank you for your love & support during this difficult time. I love you all so very much. Really, I do.
I just want you to know that if material happens to present itself to me, please don't be shocked if I write about it. What I'm really trying to say is, you are guilty by association. If you live with me, see me or talk to me often, chances are you will get written about.
The one assurance I will give you is this. I will not embarrass you any more than I already embarrass myself.
I appreciate your understanding.
Love,
Priya
p.s. Honey, I know that when we made our vows to each other, this wasn't specified. However, I just assumed you knew that the unexpected can always happen in marriage.
p.s.s. Mom and Dad, please know that this is in no way pay back for all those years in boarding school.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Another perk of having a broken ankle
I have a wonderful little brother, Prakash. Well, he's not so little anymore...he's 25. To me, he will always be my baby brother. He is every parent's dream. He is every sister's dream. He's what my parents call "the easy kid".
Prakash has wanted a Sony Vaio laptop for some time but he couldn't justify spending that much money.
Well little brother, I've got some good news for you. Now, you can live vicariously through me because my husband just got me one! My very own beautiful dove white Sony Vaio laptop. Here, take a peek.
http://www.itechnews.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/Sony-VAIO-CR-Notebook.jpg
If you want your own, I know a perfect little way you can get one (of course, I don't recommend it)...and it won't cost you a penny. ;)
Prakash has wanted a Sony Vaio laptop for some time but he couldn't justify spending that much money.
Well little brother, I've got some good news for you. Now, you can live vicariously through me because my husband just got me one! My very own beautiful dove white Sony Vaio laptop. Here, take a peek.
http://www.itechnews.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/Sony-VAIO-CR-Notebook.jpg
If you want your own, I know a perfect little way you can get one (of course, I don't recommend it)...and it won't cost you a penny. ;)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Don't tell my mom.
Having a broken ankle does come with it's advantages.
Your mom comes to help you recover; don't tell her but I LOVE being spoiled. Your husband gets you more flowers than usual.
Oh, and one more thing. You get the final say on movies and dinner. Something out of the ordinary happened today. For 10 whole minutes, there was complete silence in our home. I mean complete S.I.L.E.N.C.E.
Why? Because everyone was too busy having RUDY'S Bar-B-Q for dinner, that's why. I'm not kidding. It was so good.
Man, I better milk the next 3 weeks for all it's worth. Shameless, I know.
Your mom comes to help you recover; don't tell her but I LOVE being spoiled. Your husband gets you more flowers than usual.
Oh, and one more thing. You get the final say on movies and dinner. Something out of the ordinary happened today. For 10 whole minutes, there was complete silence in our home. I mean complete S.I.L.E.N.C.E.
Why? Because everyone was too busy having RUDY'S Bar-B-Q for dinner, that's why. I'm not kidding. It was so good.
Man, I better milk the next 3 weeks for all it's worth. Shameless, I know.
What happens when you break your ankle?
Why, you start a blog!
About 3 weeks ago, I fell and fractured my left ankle. Since then, I've been unable to walk on that leg. Translation: LOTS of free time in a La-Z-Boy, with your computer.
Last year, my husband broke his clavicle playing basketball. Now see, if you're going to break a bone, you better have a cool story like that to tell...but I don't. Here are some stories I conjured up in my head to tell folks when they asked:
1.) I was wearing 5 inch stilettos and was on a hot date with my husband when I tripped.
2.) I broke my ankle ice skating at the Galleria.
3.) I broke my leg taking Salsa dancing lessons.
4.) I took my dog walking; he saw a squirrel and darted after it, when I lost control and fell.
I have other scenarios mulling in my head but I will spare you. The problem with the first 3 stories is, for those of you who truly know me, these won’t fly. Scenario #4 is impossible because I don’t even have a dog but so wish I did (more on that another day).
When I told my friend Mica that I fractured my ankle, the first thing she said was, “your clumsiness finally caught up with you!”. Many of my friends were not totally shocked…in fact, some of them said, “I’m surprised this is your first broken bone”.
Ok, so here's the true version. my husband and I were going out for dinner on a Friday night. Our friends Jared & Carrie had been telling us about this wonderful Persian restaurant so we thought we’d give it a shot. Seeing that this place was packed, my husband dropped me off in front so I can get a table, while he looked for parking. As I was walking in, wearing my BORN shoes (yes, I said BORN), my right leg slightly slipped out of the shoe. To catch myself from falling, I put my left leg in front of it (note to self: if you’re going to fall, don’t try to prevent it). My left leg turned inward and I felt a few “cracks”.
So, here I was, in front of this restaurant, on the floor, thinking Lord, right now would be a great time for you to come back. My husband saw me and said “you probably just sprained your ankle”…oh my sweet, sweet husband. I gave him this look like “I KNOW what a sprain is and trust me, this is NOT a sprain”. He helped me in the car and took me to the ER, bless his heart, I love him so much.
The nurse at the ER took one look at my ankle and said, “honey, I don’t need an x-ray to tell you that is broken”. They put a splint on me and sent me home.
The following day, I received this text msg. from my friend Grace: “I am wearing Born shoes. I should watch where I walk”. Haha Grace. Very funny.
p.s. If anyone wears an 8 ½ size shoe and would like a “barely worn” pair of Born shoes, please let me know.
About 3 weeks ago, I fell and fractured my left ankle. Since then, I've been unable to walk on that leg. Translation: LOTS of free time in a La-Z-Boy, with your computer.
Last year, my husband broke his clavicle playing basketball. Now see, if you're going to break a bone, you better have a cool story like that to tell...but I don't. Here are some stories I conjured up in my head to tell folks when they asked:
1.) I was wearing 5 inch stilettos and was on a hot date with my husband when I tripped.
2.) I broke my ankle ice skating at the Galleria.
3.) I broke my leg taking Salsa dancing lessons.
4.) I took my dog walking; he saw a squirrel and darted after it, when I lost control and fell.
I have other scenarios mulling in my head but I will spare you. The problem with the first 3 stories is, for those of you who truly know me, these won’t fly. Scenario #4 is impossible because I don’t even have a dog but so wish I did (more on that another day).
When I told my friend Mica that I fractured my ankle, the first thing she said was, “your clumsiness finally caught up with you!”. Many of my friends were not totally shocked…in fact, some of them said, “I’m surprised this is your first broken bone”.
Ok, so here's the true version. my husband and I were going out for dinner on a Friday night. Our friends Jared & Carrie had been telling us about this wonderful Persian restaurant so we thought we’d give it a shot. Seeing that this place was packed, my husband dropped me off in front so I can get a table, while he looked for parking. As I was walking in, wearing my BORN shoes (yes, I said BORN), my right leg slightly slipped out of the shoe. To catch myself from falling, I put my left leg in front of it (note to self: if you’re going to fall, don’t try to prevent it). My left leg turned inward and I felt a few “cracks”.
So, here I was, in front of this restaurant, on the floor, thinking Lord, right now would be a great time for you to come back. My husband saw me and said “you probably just sprained your ankle”…oh my sweet, sweet husband. I gave him this look like “I KNOW what a sprain is and trust me, this is NOT a sprain”. He helped me in the car and took me to the ER, bless his heart, I love him so much.
The nurse at the ER took one look at my ankle and said, “honey, I don’t need an x-ray to tell you that is broken”. They put a splint on me and sent me home.
The following day, I received this text msg. from my friend Grace: “I am wearing Born shoes. I should watch where I walk”. Haha Grace. Very funny.
p.s. If anyone wears an 8 ½ size shoe and would like a “barely worn” pair of Born shoes, please let me know.
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