It's a fairly even game ..all the way to the end....when I LOSE!!!not once,not twice,but every single time we play scrabble...yesterday,I even finished my letters first,and my husband still got the higher score.He won AGAIN. Talk about a bitter loser!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Some time ago I posted about this syrian product used to core zuchinis for cooking.The syrians come up with really prcatical tools for use around the kitchen but when it comes to presenting them and marketing them ,they do an awful job.Before buying the one you saw in my post,I had another one which had the funniest writings on the back.In fact I bought the second one hoping to find the same writings .I'd kept the old package for months ,but the once-a-week maid who comes to my place threw it away not knowing its real value!Well ,Jay Leno found the original one!!He thinks it's a chinese product,but still he saw the funny literature on the back:check it out and enjoy!
Thursday, September 21, 2006
I have never been pro death sentence.But ,when terrorism hits home,that's a different story.Actually ,I still would have preferred to have her rot in jail but ,saijda Reeshawi was sentenced to death,nearly ten months after the horrific crime,read the article here and here.I can't believe it's been this long.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
My mom reads the newspaper very early in the morning.She loved this article, that she read it to me on the phone.It's by the Jordanian Karaki writer Abdel Hadi Raji Al Majali,published in today's Al Rai newspaper.Very genuine article,I had to paste here for everyone to read:Enjoy!الحب والصليب
...إثنان
في العمر اذا وقفت امامهما أخجل وربما اذوب الاستاذ حكم شرايحه الذي علمني
اللغة العربية وسحرها في المرحلة الابتدائية، والدكتور رجائي المعشر الذي
علمني كيفية الموافقة على القروض البنكية دون كفلاء.
... وهناك ثالث وهو الكنيسة الموجود في حارة الزريقات في «الربه» ، حيث
كان «أبونا (آلدو) يؤسس فينا أبجديات الحب والمعرفة لقد عشت في قرية نصفها
كنائس ونصفها مساجد.. وتعلمت أن الصليب العربي يؤسس للفداء والوطنية.
... الناس لم تعد تفرق بين مسيحي وآخر والناس صارت تعتمد أقوال «بنديكت»
على انها تمثل رأي الصليب في الشرق علما بأن صلبان الشرق لا يمثلها البابا
بقدر ما يمثلها دم الشهداء والوطنية الاردنية الرصينة، التي إمتدت من
يعقوب زيادين اقصى الجنوب وحتى شماغ صالح المعشر على اول جبل على بطن
السلط الحبيبة.
... لا أريد لأي مسيحي أردني أن يتصدى للدفاع عن صليبه لأنني أنا الذي
سيتصدى لذلك في وجه من يحاولون الغمز واللمز.. في وجه من يحاولون ان
يخلقوا من «3000» عام من الحب عداء و «3000» عام من الفداء كذبا و «3000»
عام من الشرف العربي.. وهما.
... في قريتي الوادعة، ما زلت اذكر التفاصيل، القومية في حديث الاساتذة،
وما زلت أذكر العصي التي كنا نتلقاها على الكتف من معلماتنا واساتذتنا..
واغلبهم كانوا مسيحين، وما زالت اذكر ذاك الوقوف بشكل مستقيم يشبه حرف
الالف حين يعزف السلام الوطني، واذكر كيف كانت معلمتي تخبئني تحت معطفها
الشتوي في صباحات الشتاء القارصة وقد كنت طفلا على اول درب في الحياة،
وكيف كانت تلمني تحت المعطف كي لا يبلل المطر جسدي النحيل..
... أنا أكتب وفاء لكنائسنا في الجنوب التي اشترت لنا الكتب ودرست ابناءنا
في عواصم الغرب وعلمتنا ان الحب يأتي من القلب وان الوطن قداسته من قداسة
الصليب... ورسمت لنا القومية، والفداء خطا لا يجوز الرجوع عنه او الانقلاب
عليه.
.. ليقل (بنديكت) ما يقول فقد كان يحمل كتابا ويقرأ عنه، ولكن الصليب في
الاردن كان يحمل بندقية ويقاتل دفاعا عن ثرى العروبة والاجداد وهناك فارق
بين صليب يشحن الناس بالكره وبين صليب إنعطاف المستقيم فيه كما انعطاف
السبابة على الزناد في معارك الوطن والعروبه.
... ليكن بالمعلوم اننا نحن الذين سندافع عن كنائسنا ورجال ديننا ليس في
وجه أحد ولكن في وجه من يحاولون ان يسيئوا الى تعايشنا او تصاهرنا او
تاريخنا المشترك..
في وجه من يحاول ان يلغي نزف المسيح او طهارة مريم، وفي وجه من عاد بهم المطاف الى ادراج الحرب الصليبية على قوائم الشرق وحساباته.
.... حمى الله الاردن.. حمى الله الصليب
عبد الهادي راجي المجالي
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Conclusion:Construction sites are not a good place for a woman to spend her day,even if she was an architect.
This is not about a worker's hormonal rush that produces wolf whistles and camouflaged comments ,nor about flashing bottoms that are a trademark of any construction site anywhere in the world.It's ,rather ,about the emotional burden such a day would cast on you,and about how never again will you take your meal or bath time for granted.
From eight till seven,yesterday,I had three workers at home,pulling down parts of the ceiling and wall , for an interior staircase to be mounted between the house and the roof.The foreman claimed it would be an hour's work,but the poor people were banging walls , operating demolition tools ,and removing debrit till seven in the evening.My continuous presence around them was to ensure no unnecessary parts would be pulled down,and to try and contain the mess they would be creating when debrit starts falling down to the house itself.I was a big nuisance to them,I know.They had to keep asking me to move out of the way,they were not used to the constant warnings I was giving them: watch out for your hands,mind the step,careful with the wires,move the rocks before they fall down,don't mix the cement on the tiles,cover the ground with plastic,...,they MUST have hated me.But the day ended with me developing a new-found feeling of compassion for them that I have never felt this strongly before.I have always felt for people who are less fortunate,I have sometimes tried to help with whatever I could do or give,but never have I been into this much thought on how they live their lives .They use their bare hands to pull out bricks from long dried cement,they pull out sheets of tin that could easily cut their hands open and cause them a number of severe infections.They use their tools and utensils without any sort of protection to their eyes or heads.The possibilities of things falling on their heads or flying into their eyes are present ,every minute of the day.They cut a finger and just lick their wound and keep going. I was thinking ,what would happen if one should trade places .By the end of the day,my legs were killing me from standing up,my body was sore,and all I could hardly wait for my nice hot bath and warm dinner,but I found myself thinking that they,the ones who were actually doing the work,will probably not get this sort of ending for their day.Then,a certain feeling of shame crept on me,when I felt how content they were with everything,how positive their approach to life was ,and how very little made them feel so good.They asked for some water,and I was still waiting for the water company to bring the bottle refills,so I asked them to wait while I go to the shop and get some,but they insisted they'd drink tap water ,they laughed when I said it's undrinkable.I felt so naive.And when my husband came home bringing them dinner,they were ecstatic,such an ordinary event ,as dinner,was a reason to celebrate. To be honest ,they had been pleasant all day,singing and laughing,and never complained about the amount of work they were given.They did not stop for a minute,well,one of them did to smoke,but it was continuous hard work for most of the day.I wondered all day,how they survive on little food and how they kept their spirits when their lives were so tough.There's a lesson to be learned there,and I am ashamed to say,I ,for one,very often forget to count my blessings.Waking up this morning to the sad news of the collapse of a floor (or more,story not clear yet) ,of one of the Jordan Gate towers,and the death of a couple of the workers there.I was outraged .This is not the first time ,nor will it be the last,unless new measures would be taken,and new regulations enforced to guarantee the safety of workers ,and their rights in case of an accident.There will always be accidents in a work place,it's inevitable,but ensuring a worker, who suffers from an accident, sufficient rights to cater for him and/or his family in the cae of a casualty will minimize the numbers to a great extent.May God Bless the Souls of those who were killed,and May we ,be made to regard people as the human beings they are,not as figures and statistics from the departments of immigration and work permits.
Friday, September 08, 2006
He sees the Peanuts Cartoon in the newspaper and says:"Mama,see SNOWBI!"
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Roba tagged me.Everyone's opening up their bags and showing us what's in there.All the girls seem to be into big bags nowadays.Well,guess what ,not me.I've had my share of bags that fit the wet wipes and pampers.Had my share of the bag that doubles as trash can for candy covers and half eaten lollipops.Now,it's the bare-necessities-hardly-fit-there kind of bag,and here it is:the rest of the stuff stays in the car.
The wallet is nearly as big as the bag itself,you don't want to see the junk that's in there.
Davidoff's cool Water,not my favorite perfume,got it as a present froma a dear friend and somehow ran out of everything but that.
Brufen,and for someone who hates medicines,carrying it around in a purse means quite a bit of pain.
Can't -live-Without foundation cream from Maybelline in Bronze.
Maybelline Volume Express Mascara,Essential.
And last is my vice: heavy silver earrings,which often end up there by the end of the day.
And then there's the mobile with which the photo was taken..now even I am wondering how all this fits in such a small bag.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
I thought it was amusing that the date on Jordan Planet is showing 31/12/1969 instead of 02/09/2006,and was planning to write something about the headlines that would have been found on that day if there was a JP back then.I googled the date and found a lot of NEW articles that have the 31/12/1969 date on them .Now it's just confusing!
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