I HATE FACEBOOK! I do. I know it is the cool thing to do...and I have one....but I hate it....all the applications and sending random crap to random people...poking...what the hell is that all about? it is stupid.
And Myspace is not far behind. It is now using facebook applications....and it drives me CRAZY.
I have both of these as a virtual "connection" to people who I would not normally know what happened to from my past...a lot of kids I went to school and church with are on it...I like to drop an email or comment their way every now and again....but COME ON...PUHLEASE.....barf. I am almost totally done with it.
Not to mention, blogging and reading people's blogs are so time consuming, I don't have the time or want...to sit and poke people. blah.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Polaroid Flashback....
This is a picture of Me, Shayda, Veida and the local grocery store Easter Bunny.....Shayda was just a newborn...... what I would different.... just about everything....too bad there isn't a rewind on life..
My aunt has a sign on her wall at her house that says something to effect of "Experience is the greatest lesson, but the tuition is costly" (Denice correct me if I am wrong with this....) I am a true believer in this saying...because I know I am who I am because of the experiences I have had....but sometimes I feel spent. And with that feeling comes utter exhaustion......but it makes me a better person......that is sort of how I feel right now......spent.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Two out of three..
My sister Veida...what can I say...she has piercing eyes, the most beautiful olive skin, and the brown curly hair most women dream of....and she is my right hand woman.....she is the part of me that I don't have the guts to be sometimes. She says no, when I would say yes even though no is what I wanted to say. She gives me the courage to do what is in my heart, not what others want me to do....and she helps me to NOT buy random stuff, even though I influence her to buy more than she wanted to....As a child I wasn't the nicest person to her. But as we have grown up, we have learned to appreciate and love each other more than words can say. She (along with Shayda of course) is the reason I am me today....she is loved. By me.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Why I hate banana bread....scrapbook Sunday.
This is a page from my scrapbook...And the reason it took me forever to like banana bread.
Sandra and I thought it would make it a nice personal touch to the first Youth Conference dance if we made the refreshments. Being in charge of the dance, we felt like we had a responsibility to the dance-goers to be creative and fun.....at the beginning of the week, we bought a whole case of bananas. Not knowing what to do with them, and knowing that they had to be just about rotten....we thought we could stash them in Sandra's closet. I got to go home......Sandra had to live with the smell of a CASE of rotting bananas.....IN HER BEDROOM!!!!! Poor girl.
Well, the day came where we had to bake it. By the end, we were delirious.....Had a banana batter food fight.....and pretty much hated the word banana and bread....We were tired....and no one even noticed the food....in retrospect.....kids between the ages 14 and 18 who are grouped together with the prospects of slow dancing together....are too hormonal and goofy to really care what they are ingesting.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Brownie Love
I made five batches of brownies today so I can take it to a church potluck tomorrow one batch was raided. The proof is hard to hide.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Again
Hey...guess what...I moved again...for the 123,564,567,852,234,125,235 time in my life....We moved from Arlington's Ghetto...to Grand Prairie....it is a bit nicer of a place. We live a building over from Jason's brother (who has managed to make his way over a few times this week for dinner) but now I have to live in Dallas County...blah. Not sure how much I love it.
We are STILL unpacking....STILL doing laundry....STILL tired.
BUT YAY we have washer and dryer connections! NO more lugging to the washateria!
A funner and more intersting blog to come...promise.
But until then...go visit these places....
Culturally Shocked
We are STILL unpacking....STILL doing laundry....STILL tired.
BUT YAY we have washer and dryer connections! NO more lugging to the washateria!
A funner and more intersting blog to come...promise.
But until then...go visit these places....
Culturally Shocked
Monday, June 2, 2008
MySpace Steal #2
Another blog I wrote on Myspace.....
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Inspired
I have finished A Thousand Splendid Suns....I recommend that book and Kite Runner, I think I grew a bond with the similatities in my life to the language and behaviors of that book, but none the less, good readin.
I just looked at a blog on blogspot of this lady who takes pictures for a living. I am inspired. I want a cool camera and photo editing software. I wanna do it all.....
I want to...
sew cool bankets
sew cool stuff in general
make cool jewelry
do cool scrapbooking
take cool pictures
cook cool food
make cool gourmet stuff
open a cool place to sell all my cool stuff.
So I guess I just wanna be cool.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Inspired
I have finished A Thousand Splendid Suns....I recommend that book and Kite Runner, I think I grew a bond with the similatities in my life to the language and behaviors of that book, but none the less, good readin.
I just looked at a blog on blogspot of this lady who takes pictures for a living. I am inspired. I want a cool camera and photo editing software. I wanna do it all.....
I want to...
sew cool bankets
sew cool stuff in general
make cool jewelry
do cool scrapbooking
take cool pictures
cook cool food
make cool gourmet stuff
open a cool place to sell all my cool stuff.
So I guess I just wanna be cool.
MySpace Steal #1
I wrote this last year at this time in my myspace blog....I eventually want to put all my blogs on this blogspot and do away with myspace....so I am bringing them over.....please forgive the historical blogs...but I need to journal all my thoughts together...bare with me.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Fathers Day
Tomorrow is Fathers Day. There are a few people that come to mind when I think of this day...
I think about my father a lot. He came from Iran in his early 20's. How is it a kid can find such strength and courage to pack up and leave everything he knows and love behind. Not that it wasn't a great move, but it was one that took a lot of guts. Then, in 1980 he comes upon the situation of having to decide...change his path and life and be a father, or turn the other way and keep on what he had his heart set out on...the american dream. And instead of seeking education and money, he chooses to stay and raise me. I am what turned into his American Reality. He worked countless hours in kitchens to eventually create his own cullinary empire. To lose it all because of failing health. He never quite recovered to the success of the Restaraunt he owned called "The Terrace" but he did after 20 something years complete his bachelors degree and become the computer geek he wanted to be. He then had to work overnights babysitting printing reports and when that job didn't pay what he needed to support his ever growing family, he had to take a day job delivering pizza's. Sleeping was an luxury he could not afford. Courage and strength is what it took to seperate himself again from his family to branch out and learn how to recreate a life that was loss amid lies and abuse. And now reunited with himself, his goals, and the loves of his life - his daughters - He has come full circle with the American Dream, and the American Reality as he lives contently. I love my Baba.
Uncle David.
He is a man of a few words but of many actions. I have seen him raise a family yet have no children of his own. I have seen him take in countless numbers of people into his home and guide them by his stern words and example. He came from a family of misfits who stuck together only because of the time periods rules rather than love and affection, only to learn from the mistakes. Some lessons learned later than others, but he was self taught none the less. He understands me. He loves me. He is my team. I can do nothing but love him and look up to him and know that no matter how much I stray, he is right there to give me guidance when I am ready.
Jason
To watch him is to know him..there is no hiding who he is. You see is what you get. He has an endless amount of paitence...something we all know I need more of....He has the ability to make anyone laugh, and every child he comes across love him....well all except for Whit's son...but I hear he cries with everyone. Coming from the school of hard knocks, he does his best to emulate the postive parts of his father, while stopping numerous amounts of abusive cycles. He is a self taught father, having to learn on his own, for his own, with no assitance from a companion. He is the modern father. I can do nothing but love him and give him all the support he can ever need or want, I just pray what I do for him benefits his life.
Happy Father's Day.
Jennie
Awhhhhhh, I like this blog!! YEAH!! Happiness!
Posted by Jennie on Sunday, June 17, 2007 at 11:40 AM
Chrissy
Truly one of the best blogs ever written by Miss Layla! I couldn't put it into words as well as you do. Love you cuz!
Posted by Chrissy on Monday, June 18, 2007 at 10:07 PM
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Fathers Day
Tomorrow is Fathers Day. There are a few people that come to mind when I think of this day...
I think about my father a lot. He came from Iran in his early 20's. How is it a kid can find such strength and courage to pack up and leave everything he knows and love behind. Not that it wasn't a great move, but it was one that took a lot of guts. Then, in 1980 he comes upon the situation of having to decide...change his path and life and be a father, or turn the other way and keep on what he had his heart set out on...the american dream. And instead of seeking education and money, he chooses to stay and raise me. I am what turned into his American Reality. He worked countless hours in kitchens to eventually create his own cullinary empire. To lose it all because of failing health. He never quite recovered to the success of the Restaraunt he owned called "The Terrace" but he did after 20 something years complete his bachelors degree and become the computer geek he wanted to be. He then had to work overnights babysitting printing reports and when that job didn't pay what he needed to support his ever growing family, he had to take a day job delivering pizza's. Sleeping was an luxury he could not afford. Courage and strength is what it took to seperate himself again from his family to branch out and learn how to recreate a life that was loss amid lies and abuse. And now reunited with himself, his goals, and the loves of his life - his daughters - He has come full circle with the American Dream, and the American Reality as he lives contently. I love my Baba.
Uncle David.
He is a man of a few words but of many actions. I have seen him raise a family yet have no children of his own. I have seen him take in countless numbers of people into his home and guide them by his stern words and example. He came from a family of misfits who stuck together only because of the time periods rules rather than love and affection, only to learn from the mistakes. Some lessons learned later than others, but he was self taught none the less. He understands me. He loves me. He is my team. I can do nothing but love him and look up to him and know that no matter how much I stray, he is right there to give me guidance when I am ready.
Jason
To watch him is to know him..there is no hiding who he is. You see is what you get. He has an endless amount of paitence...something we all know I need more of....He has the ability to make anyone laugh, and every child he comes across love him....well all except for Whit's son...but I hear he cries with everyone. Coming from the school of hard knocks, he does his best to emulate the postive parts of his father, while stopping numerous amounts of abusive cycles. He is a self taught father, having to learn on his own, for his own, with no assitance from a companion. He is the modern father. I can do nothing but love him and give him all the support he can ever need or want, I just pray what I do for him benefits his life.
Happy Father's Day.
Jennie
Awhhhhhh, I like this blog!! YEAH!! Happiness!
Posted by Jennie on Sunday, June 17, 2007 at 11:40 AM
Chrissy
Truly one of the best blogs ever written by Miss Layla! I couldn't put it into words as well as you do. Love you cuz!
Posted by Chrissy on Monday, June 18, 2007 at 10:07 PM
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Veida gets married!
Veida's day....May 17,2008...that was Veida's and George's 3 year anniversary for dating...and now it is their wedding anniversary.. I was the maid of honor...but I felt more like the cow of honor..bloated much? Shayda and Veida were super cute, and my dad sported his new suit that he will wear for his upcoming wedding and he says that he paid enough for it that he has to wear it to mine and shayda's weddings too....ha...me...married...doesn't seem likely anytime soon...blah.
Veida had her wedding at Cacharel and it was a no fuss kind of thing for us...they had a staff to pick up, decorate and serve lunch...good times.
We wore dresses that were picked out in less than ten minutes and were on super super markdown...one week before the wedding...flip flopps that were on clearance...jewery we found the day before at sam moons and the night before Veida's friend Laura and I did the flowers...
Us Mastali girls are all about procrastinationesque perfection with a bargin flare.....I dare you to ask us to pay full price for anytihng....even if it is for a wedding! ha ha.
Now Veida and George are in Hawaii....lucky ducks....
Oh and for the record...Veida is now Veida Uzer-Dima and it will soon be changed to just Dima.....so like Drew Barrymore in The Wedding Singer...who played Julia soon to be Goglia Veida is going to be Veida Dima.....silly names that sort of Rhyme....that is a Veida way to pick it! ha....
What a waste of food..
Dear Taco Cabana....
Why oh why do you have to have red chips?? Don't you know that they gross me out....it really is a waste of food to give them to me....soggy with cheese wraped as a tortilla for enchilladas, I will not...and can not eat them...
You make me the butt of Jason's laughter and jokes...he thinks I am weird...I am weird, but I don't want to waste my weirness on such a petty and nasty thing like RED CHIPS!
This is a plea.......STOP SERVING RED CHIPS....and if you can't do that, at least respect my wishes, and save the laughter when I specifically request to not have red chips in my nachos!
Thank you.
Layla the regular chip loving lady.
This is an example of what you would serve me....I borrowed the picture from this flicker account...*barf*
Why oh why do you have to have red chips?? Don't you know that they gross me out....it really is a waste of food to give them to me....soggy with cheese wraped as a tortilla for enchilladas, I will not...and can not eat them...
You make me the butt of Jason's laughter and jokes...he thinks I am weird...I am weird, but I don't want to waste my weirness on such a petty and nasty thing like RED CHIPS!
This is a plea.......STOP SERVING RED CHIPS....and if you can't do that, at least respect my wishes, and save the laughter when I specifically request to not have red chips in my nachos!
Thank you.
Layla the regular chip loving lady.
This is an example of what you would serve me....I borrowed the picture from this flicker account...*barf*
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Sad News Exposed
So the news that I couldn't disclose the other day is:
My grandmother was diagnosed with Leukimia on May 1st. She will be 83 years old in June, she has survived cancer once....and she is determined to do it again.
She has the following type of Leukimia (Info from the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society)
Chronic lymphocytic leukemia (CLL) is one of four main types of leukemia. About 15,340 new cases of CLL will be diagnosed in 2007. About 95,579 people are living with CLL. More people are living with CLL than any other type of leukemia. Most people with CLL are at least 50 years old.
CLL starts with a change to a single cell called a lymphocyte. Over time, the CLL cells multiply and replace normal lymphocytes in the marrow and lymph nodes. The high number of CLL cells in the marrow may crowd out normal blood-forming cells, and CLL cells are not able to fight infection like normal lymphocytes do.
The reason I had to wait to share is because Shayda was not told yet. Veida and George picked her up from Nacogdoches and then she came up here and Veida and I told her together. I wanted her to hear it from us, and not read it in a blog.....
I will post more about my Grandma when I have the emotional will-power. Let's just say now that she has been the constant in my life....a rock to lean on.....one of my best friends. I love her.
My grandmother was diagnosed with Leukimia on May 1st. She will be 83 years old in June, she has survived cancer once....and she is determined to do it again.
She has the following type of Leukimia (Info from the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society)
Chronic lymphocytic leukemia (CLL) is one of four main types of leukemia. About 15,340 new cases of CLL will be diagnosed in 2007. About 95,579 people are living with CLL. More people are living with CLL than any other type of leukemia. Most people with CLL are at least 50 years old.
CLL starts with a change to a single cell called a lymphocyte. Over time, the CLL cells multiply and replace normal lymphocytes in the marrow and lymph nodes. The high number of CLL cells in the marrow may crowd out normal blood-forming cells, and CLL cells are not able to fight infection like normal lymphocytes do.
The reason I had to wait to share is because Shayda was not told yet. Veida and George picked her up from Nacogdoches and then she came up here and Veida and I told her together. I wanted her to hear it from us, and not read it in a blog.....
I will post more about my Grandma when I have the emotional will-power. Let's just say now that she has been the constant in my life....a rock to lean on.....one of my best friends. I love her.
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