I have been... KLUKKED!!!!

Well, I have been klukked. To be honest I had some difficulty figuring out what "klukked" meant. I was just about to email Christina to ask her what it meant, when I realized that the third sentence on Christina's blog told me exactly what it meant. I guess I am not as great of a speed reader as I thought.

NOTE: For those of you still confused "Klukked" means stating 5 facts about your self.

So here goes....


1. I cannot sleep in an un-made bed. This usually means, a bed on which the sheets are wrinkled. Even if there is one wrinkle in the sheets, I have the most difficulty falling asleep. Mind you I know it is all in my head so most nights I have to fight the urged to toss my hubby off the bed and make the bed PERFECT and nicely "slide" back in. I have to really fight the urge since my hubby prefers to sleep in a messy bed... CRINGE. When I used to share a bed with my younger sister, I would not let her get into bed, until the sheets were perfect, and she had to also "SLIDE" in, in order to prevent the creation of wrinkles, and God forbid I wake up in the middle of the night to find wrinkles! I would wake up my sister at all hours of the night to "remake" the bed. Suffice it to say, she did not share a bed with me for too long. Then in college, my roomies use to make fun of me about how I woke up in the same position I went to sleep in. Could you imagine the wrinkles I would create if I moved! Now, however, I think I have become a lot more lax. Though I still have to make my side of the bed before I get in, I do not fuss over Kamran's side. And though there have been times, I have scolded him from coming on to my side (he is the master wrinkle creator), I have not woken him up in the middle of the night to make the bed. I guess he should consider himself lucky.

2. I have always wanted super powers. One of my recurring day dreams (from childhood to today), is the image of me pumping my legs, and flying up into the air, shrouded in an amazing light and just exuding power, to the awe of everyone. My powers are usually ones that help people in need. For example, I will raise the poor people and make there lives great! What I have noticed though is that day dream occurs more often when I am facing a challenge. Weirdly, enough I get a strange, yet strong motivation to over come the obstacles, and I usually do (Alhumdullilah).

3. Hi my name is Sarah, and I am a chocaholic. That is right... I loooooooooooooooove chocolate. Especially, Swiss milk chocolate. My goodness, I love chocolate soo much I cannot think about anything else. Next fact....


4. I enjoy scaring people. I would probably, dress up like the rat (in the rat video) to scare the crap out of someone (not Kami though, he'd end up killing me). I believe I have scared every person that I have lived with. This one time I scared my younger sister Urooj bad enough that she did not leave the bathroom for 30 minutes. I do admit I have gone too far (my evil tendencies). I knew Samiya had a fear of being locked inside with no way to get out.... So I did that. :*{ I feel bad about it now, but heck at time I thought it was HILARIOUS! Unfortunately, for me I live with a guy that HATES to be scared, so much so I am scared I'll lose my head if I actually scare him. :) I'll just save my antics for my kids. :)

5. I have secretly always wondered if I could model. It all started a few years back when two... Count them TWO (legitimate agents... I checked them), thought I could be great! One was actually in Palm Springs infront of my Dad and Kamran. Of course both of them said "NO!". But hey you neeever know! :)



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I am back

Wow... it has been a looooong time since I last posted. I know I promised to post the pictures from our trip to San Francisco but there has to be a better way. The simple thought of having to go through the incredibly time consuming process of posting 100s (even a handful) of pictures via the blogger interface is enough to make me put down my blogger pen for weeks!

Now, I should not only blame the act of putting pictures up for my hiatus, the start of Ramadan (Mubarik to everyone!) and the need to veg after coming home from work, cooking and cleaning also played a role.

Well, any way if any of you have read Kamran's blog I am sure you are up to date on our trying to adopt a cat fiasco. However, I would like to give a little more detail where I can.

So this past Saturday Kamran and I got up early and went to the North County Humane Society and SPCA to check out the cats. We walk in the poor doggies are barking, and you know they are saying "please take me home... I need a home." With our heart steeled against the want to save every pet, Kamran and I make our way over to the cat section.

There it is love at first pet for Kami (for me it takes a couple of secs). "Pumba" is a 4 month or orange taby and just looooves cuddling with Kami, he is chewing/licking Kami's fingers crawling up his chest, prring, the works. We want to take him home. Then I notice he is missing some hair on his paw, so I ask the girls what the problem was.. they ALLLL say "oh nothing, just probably scratched itself." Mind you it does not look like a scratch or a wound, but what do I know, they are the experts.

With our hearts set to take Pumba home (we would later rename him to Chippo) we fill out the paper work, give the money for the adoption and spend the rest of the weekend preparing for the new addition to our family. I am to pick him up Monday once he has been neutered. Well, Monday comes and the vet calls and tells me that "Pumba" has ringworms. Break. Side Note: Ringworms have nothing to do with worms... nooo worms involved. It is simply a sort of dermal (skin) fungus, which is contagious, but not dangerous. Either way, Kamran and I do not feel like bringing home a sick and contagious cat. We ask the doctor to keep him for treatment but the vet has no room, and Pumba would probably be contagious for about 4-6 weeks. Hmm.. so now what? I call the Shelter back and ask if they can house the cat for the time being, and we would pay for its treatment, and bring him back home when he was ready. Their response? "No." NO?!!! is it not their job to find kitty cats homes! Why the freak not?! "Well, then I guess we will return the cat to the shelter," I say. "Sure but you do not get your money back." WHAT THE FREAK?!!!

Now I am thinking.. "You give us a sick contagious cat! I even asked you idiots if we should be concerned BEFORE the adoption! You do not have any other cats that we like to adopt, and now you want to keep the money for a cat we did not even get to take home?!!!" To sum it up... I was PISSED. But of course, being nice comes before being pissed, so I smile sign the paper work and walk out.

See now the thing about me is I may not be able to yell and be pissed at someone physically but I am not going to let someone cheat me.

With that taken care of Kamran and I begin a new search for a kitty, and come across "Jason." I have just sent in the adoption paper work and Insh'Allah if all goes well Jason will be coming home with us next week.