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Crazy Young people driving....

Mrs weasel — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:09:58 GMT

The problem with young people today is that they don�t know how to drive.

Mr. Weasel taught me to drive and if I even thought of running a stop sign or turning up the radio he�d have taken away my keys, locked me in the cellar and set the dogs on me. Back then he taught me to respect the rules of the road.

But these young people today � they drive like drunken fruit bats. Speeding down the road while talking on the phone, sending text messages and checking their god #@#^%! hair in the rearview. It�s disgraceful, vain and dangerous.

Plus, they�ve all got that rap music thumping out obscenities and turned up so loud it makes my brain rattle. They tail gate, eat while they drive and don�t even think of signaling when making a turn.

I drive my Expedition at a respectable speed and use indicator when need be. But these young people go racing past � honking their horns, screaming names at other drivers and giving 'em finger. What the hiddy-ho is the country coming to?

Pretty soon it won�t be safe for decent folks like us to get behind the wheel and drive over to the Wal-Mart. We�ll all be forced to hide in our homes for fear that some twittering young person will drive up onto our front lawns and knock us over into Mr. Weasel's well tended rose bushes.

High school is in session here .......

I,m Yours....

Mrs weasel — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 16:10:59 GMT

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
Now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment people, dance and sing
We're just one big family
And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

D-d-do-do you, but do you,d-d-do
But do you want to come on
Scooch on over closer dear
And i will nibble your ear

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I'm be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours
Please don't, please don't, please don't
There's no need to complicate
Cause our time is short
This oh this this is out fate,
I'm yours!

Busy summer

Mrs weasel — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 11:42:26 GMT

So the summer ended up being far busier then what I had expected. After Disney world trip I had thought that the rest of the hot days would be spent hiding behind curtain drawn windows away from southern sun and the weasel family will become the nocturnal batty family coming out only when it was dark. Oh how na�ve was I. I had planned to post a detailed review of Disney world up in the travel thread. But now it seems such a chore to do so. We hardly stayed @ home this summer. Constant trips to texas added the mileage on my baby. But it is a tuff cookie. Not only did it drive us to florida and back, and moved the 2 college boys into there new apartments within few weeks of each other it also took us to texas and Galveston a few times. I got to meet my grand nephew for the first time, a cutest 4 month old eva! Spent my mornings @ a gym trying to get in shape and setting a good example for missy. Unfortunately, have nothing to show for it yet. Did some campus cleaning and sprucing up @ missy school for a few weeks. Cooked so much that now I am sick of it. Finally, I am a proud owner of a facebook account, which BTW I love. It has been wonderful reconnecting with family and friends back in Pakistan and @ other places.
@ times I wanted to throw off my shoes, pour an icy-cold glass of juice and sit in my shady haven with a nice and engaging book for a while. But it was not meant to be.
School has started here. Hopefully, things will get back to normal soon. Hope everyone elses summer was as much fun as mine.

Summer is in the air

Mrs weasel — Tue, 19 May 2009 18:12:22 GMT

College finals ended couple of weeks ago and now the weasel boys are home for summer. Boys back from college mean insane amount of laundry for me with loads and loads of black garbage bags full of dirty clothes in my utility room and late night �yaar dost� visits and �hookah� gatherings in the back patio. I have been waking up to my kitchen counter full of paper plates and silverware from the late night fridge raids by the gang of hungry young men.
Middle school finals begin this week and school will end at the end of May. My last few weeks have been busy catching up on some art projects before the kids are out for summer break and the weasel household is once again full of �gaihma gaihmi� for the summer. Few health concerns have been dealt with and now it is recovery time.
Summer will find missy and myself becoming a regular @ the gym scene. The plan is to get in shape and cut down on junk food. Oldest will leave next week due to work and then @ the end of June weasel family will drive to Disney world. Weasel boys will start summer semester in July and us 2 weasel girls will go visiting the rest of the family in Texas.
Ms weasel has a gig, can you believe it!!!. Her guitar instructor has her accompanying him to one of his private party gigs in Aug. she has been working on a few songs and some desi music.
This southern weather is unpredictable and as of past 2 days the cool breeze and practically no humidity has us fooled into believing that instead of summer we are going into fall. Temperature fluctuations from 90�s last week to cool/ humid free 70�s is mind-boggling.

One Busy Bee. Yes thats me..

Mrs weasel — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:10:13 GMT

It has been a long time. Life has been kinda busy. My lappy was in the shop for 3 weeks and all it needed was a small part, where the charger goes in. Service charge was insane though. I didn�t realize how much time I waste while surfing the web. While the lappy was hospitalized I accomplished quite a bit. Moved and organized my arts and crafts and took over a section of the game room. Was able to finish 4 unfinished sketches, hallelujah! Will get to a few unfinished paintings soon. Almost, Almost bought a new suv, infinity�s large model. Thank god talked Mr. Weasel out of it. I love my expedition too much to get rid of it. Its my baby.
Some important decisions were made, people convinced to take my side and inshallah actions will be taken soon. I am xcited.
Now if only I can go back to regularly working out.

Please dont bring me flowers anymore.

Mrs weasel — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 17:49:27 GMT

Happy valentine day. Last night Mr weasel was told in no uncertain terms that I don�t want any chocolate due to that constant diet that I am always on. Also since my nose has been acting up for sometimes maybe the flowers need not be given. Besides who is gonna water them constantly, not me. He was told blankly that $25000 will be greatly appreciated pretty please. Heck I�ll even settle for the lotto ticket, I think the jackpot is pretty high. But mr weasel is � lakeer ka faqeer�. he woke up this morning and after breakfast like any others previous valentine has gone to the grocery store to get flowers for his girls. He gets us both missy and I valentines you know. I did insist that no chocolate but seeing is confused face, as he is not creative with ideas like that, missy said he can get her some with her flowers. Love is the air. We might even spend the day watching sponge bob all day. We are crazy like that.

At this rate i'll be bankcrupt soo...

Mrs weasel — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 20:13:46 GMT

One more school fundraiser! This time aimed at only parents. Our school throws a big fun filled spring extravaganza just for parents every year. The aim is to attract more donations in the form of monetary contributions or property and equipment. We have never taken a part in it ever since we joined the school. The activities offered for the event are not the sort we enjoy or will participate in. this year being one of the room moms for the grade I had to contribute and I decided that being a part of a � calling tree� was the lesser evil. Long story short, how much donations are enough?
Majority of parents if they aren�t religiously inclined choose private school for reasons of, better education, safety and security. Situations like our, a very small town with only a few public school to begin with and then those school obliged to cater to all the community. As parents most of us want to control who interacts with our kids due to multitude of reasons. Along with pros there are a few cons to private education. Public schools exposes kids to others of different social economic backgrounds. They are govt.ly funded so have programs along with academics which can facilitate the education xperience for the students. Private school usually run on private funding and funds from the churches they are connected to. Even though private school teachers don�t make significantly high then their public counterparts still significant amount of tuition goes towards their pay check. Same tuition is also used towards programs offered, school maintenance etc. this leads to xtremely, high tuition rates. Then to make up for remaining monetary needs the school arranges for the fund raisers and even though no one is physically twisting your arms you are xpected to donate.
I guess you cant have your cake and eat it too. For safety and security we have to pay the price, literally.
This rant is only about my diminishing bank account. They are many pros when it comes to private education.

Houseboating.....

Mrs weasel — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 16:04:58 GMT

We have these friend who are much older then us, some of their kids are our age but their youngest is with missy, long story. Anyways, they lived in florida for sometime and own a few yatchs there. If they are not out of the country they spend their holidays on the yatch with family. I just found out that they are planning to try � houseboating� for a few years. After this school year is over they will take missys friend and their grand daughter and sail off to turkey where they have some businesses. Then they are planning to home school the girlz and just sail for a few years. What an amazing adventure. When I told mr. weasel he called them idiots. This whole idea doesn�t seem very constructive to him. Mr. weaselz idea of adventure is to follow a strict regiment; wakeup in the morn, go to work, work into the late hrs of the night come home, work from home, watch CNN, sleep. Start again the next morning. If he is felling extra adventurous we eat out. Can you imagine the adventure it will be for the daughter. A hands on learning, not just your regular math and science and history and such but quite simply survival, in the middle of an ocean without land or any help in site. I want to be this couple and I want my kids to experience this adventure. I am sooooo! jealous even if looking at moving body of water for any length of time makes me dizzy and nauseous.

memories....

Mrs weasel — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 06:01:15 GMT

life worth living....

Mrs weasel — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 19:35:00 GMT

Past few days have been busy. A nice and much needed trip out of town for the long weekend. Time spent with kids, family and friends recharged me and will sustain us all for the rest of the semester until spring break. Its back to school for kids with a new semester and my brain is brewing arts and craft ideas for the coming months. There are so many ideas and not much time. I need to prioritize. I was able to update the playlist with some good oldies of mukesh,rafi and kishore. Mr.Weaselz love of them has made me appreciate these songs too. But unfortunately, I have been only listening to muse for the past few weeks. That is how I do it, OD on one song or artist until I am feed up. Have been day dreaming a lot too lately. Nothing worth sharing but sometimes i even freak myself out.
Watched �vicar of dibley� & � north and south� for the umpteenth time on u-tube. Dr who was already caught up on even though BBC America is still behind. What will I do without u-tube. Cats have been too needed when it comes to lovey dovey. Purring sounds more like bronchitis to me.

�If you don't hear voices, you're not listening hard enough.�

I agree.

Painfully Powerful....

Mrs weasel — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:11:22 GMT

The Scales Of Justice

For me, there was no gavel,
the scales were never weighed.
My crime was that of a victim,
my life, the price I paid.

And when my life was taken,
why weren�t my rights read?
And the statement, �Overruled!�
when they pronounced me dead?

I will never hear my rights,
nor take the witness stand.
No lawyer will defend me,
Hopefully justice will be at hand.

I did not know such evil
could possibly exist.
Especially when there were four of them,
could not even one resist?

The courtroom will be crowded,
as the defendants plead their cases.
Maybe the glimmer of some tears,
such cold eyes on all their faces.

Oh, that I could take the stand,
so people could witness my last breath.
Could they live through the terror,
that I went through in death?

If they could hear my pleading cries,
see the evil in those two faces,
at least we�d know, the scales of justice,
would be balanced in all four cases.

If I could tell the jury,
exactly how it was,
how they left me on that cold, cold road,
struck down without a pause...

There was no pillow for my head,
but now I just don�t need it.
Because I�m safe in Grandma�s arms,
where pain and death won�t fit.

I knew my family loved me,
so very, very much.
Every single time I left their side, I said,
�Bye Mom/Dad, love you, kisses, hugs!�

Will the jury carefully weigh it all,
as they listen to their pleas?
There will be no emotions showing,
just the hope of going free.

The final verdicts will be given,
as defendants stand in tears.
If I had only done as well,
given more than my 20 years.

Dedicated to the loving
memory of
T.J.
(Trevor Jarrod Brandt Wiebe)
Born: March 21, 1984
Murdered: January 5, 2003

written by his father,
Floyd Trevor Wiebe

For now I am in love!

Mrs weasel — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 23:09:12 GMT

It has been couple of beautiful days here. Down here we have good 9 months of summer and the remaining 3 are somehow categorized between spring and fall. Our winters are probably like mild fall for the rest of the country and our springs blow by too fast. Today the streets seemed to have more breathing room probably because it is the back to school week meaning less reckless teen drivers on the roads. I took extra slow to get to where I needed to go, soaking in the extra bright green of the trees and grass and extra bright blue of the sky. There wasn�t even a white streak of a jet up in the sky today to ruin its beauty. The stucco of the neighborhood houses seems to be fresher, like someone redid it overnight. I don�t know how long this weather will last but I am enjoying it for now.
I take pride in the fact that once the young drivers are back in school the rest of the driving community is very courteous in my small town. The moment you turn your indicator on the others go out of their way to let you pass or change lanes. Getting a wave and a smile in thanks for giving us the right of way. A lady driving no matter how old and fugly she may be will always get right of way. Our southern gentlemen take pride in treating the ladies like queens. No man will let a woman open a door if he can help it. I myself have had grandpas, the ones holding canes and can hardly walk open doors for me and wont take no for an answer. I lived in Houston for sometime but never felt this cherished there. Driving there is like � jan jokhoon ka kam�. People honking and giving finger to other drivers every opportunity they get. I don�t know how it is in other parts of the country. For now the weather is great, I am spoiled by the southern lifestyle and have once again fallen in love with my little town, a diamond in the rough.

bestbaseball game ever.........

Mrs weasel — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 20:29:04 GMT

"Supermassive Black Hole"

Oh baby dont you know I suffer?
Oh baby can you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretenses
How long before you let me go?

You set my soul alight
You set my soul alight

(You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

(You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the 'supermassive'

I thought I was a fool for no-one
Oh baby I'm a fool for you
You're the queen of the superficial
And how long before you tell the truth

You set my soul alight
You set my soul alight

(You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

(You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the 'supermassive'

Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole

Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

(You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

(You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole
Supermassive black hole

Punctuations or not, that or which anybody. Then or than.....

Mrs weasel — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 21:58:50 GMT

About 3, 4 times a year I go thro a phase of either wanting to go back to work or take a continuing class or something. I think it is related to the changing season. Its about that time of the year again. Its cold outside and inside I am restless again. As usual I have been scanning the job section in the paper. The continuing Ed. Dept at the local college hasn�t changed their class schedule in the past 4/5 yrs. I have an option for being certified as either a paralegal, food inspector or a medical rec. coder. Mr.Weasels reply for the last one was � for heavens sakes�. I don�t see myself as a paralegal or a food inspector. missy heard me complaining and in her infinite wisdom informed me that as long as I don�t go for a proofreader cause �you write exactly the way you talk mommy- incoherently�. One of these days, � to the moon Alice�. "like," "you know," and "uh," .It is one thing to hear someone like me using such fillers to complete a sentence but quite another thing for language snob/ scholars to see it on paper. I never mastered the proper usage of, that or which, when to use which or is it that? Cant properly punctuate to save my life. I have a tendency to put comma whenever I take a breather between thoughts. If the pc preferences weren�t set on auto spell check where would I be? I have no problem starting a sentence with �but� cause honestly thats how I start my sentence while chatting anyways, and it makes complete sense to me. Can I blame my problem on the fact that my last English class was back in the day taught by a teacher who spoke English with a Punjabi accent and spelled like a sailor if sailors knew how to spell. I have come to accept the fact that, essentially, it is better to, like, umh remain silent and be thought a fool, than, you know, oh to actually do some um proof reading and such and basically, ummm, remove all doubt.

Drowned by sally

Mrs weasel — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:19:00 GMT

Every parent does their share of volunteering and fund raising for their childrens school. I myself have spent countless hrs copying, stapling, stacking, cutting and pasting. Did my lunch hall duty, sick room duty, ear and vision screening. You get the picture. Along with all this there is about 2 other fundraisers a year in almost every school. These involve spending money. Imagine 3 kids in different school and bringing home the same items to sell ( schools in same school district do same fund raisers) So every year around holiday time I have had to buy loads of popcorns, or chocolate covered something or the other or some crappy looking candles. All these items cost 10 times more then what they are worth. They are pictured beautifully in the magz and when your order comes in all you can do is cry over spilt milk. You cant even gift it to someone due to embarrassment. The school forces children and parents to spend this money by offering incentives like highest selling class will get a pizza party or popsicle party. Highest selling kid will get free lunch with the principal. And as gullible as the kids are they fall for it and nag parents and as always wanting to please their kids parents go along with this nonsense. In spring there has always been �sally foster� wrapping paper. You can get good quality wrapping paper for any occasion, some reversible some 3-d. Different sizes of gift bags with or without tags. If you sell a certain number then you get a prize from sally. She will give you a gummy throw toy, or a pen or a piece of jewelry or if you are a very good salesman then boy you can even get a chair to sit on while you play your video game. Oh boy! Kids are hooked. Now some kids go door to door around the neighborhood, call family out of town and try and sell to parents of class mate who themselves are coming to your door to make sales. If you are anything like me and mr. weasel then kids do not go door to door period,� I don�t care what emmas or chris�s parents let them do. I don�t want to be cool like them�. Sally foster has her home away from home in my attic. I have her Christmas wrappers from 6 yrs ago, her spring collection and animal farm collection god knows from when. There is a drawer full of paper bows and curling ribbon in assorted colors. There is a cardboard box full of gift bags for all occasions only because the 2 drawers couldn�t hold anymore. I am drowning with sally.
Yesterday missy needed a gift bag for her friends birthday gift and our collection wasnt good enough. We made a trip to target for something cooler. Kill me now.