Like Stars Peppering the Desert Skies

Bismillah

Alhamdu lillah it's been more than a year and I'm still experiencing the benefits of marriage in new ways.

Like myself surrounded by seven books scattered on the bed, looking, waiting for inspiration for the perfect website name that I can not only call my own, but also take ownership of for my lifecoaching as well.

My husband is upstairs watching the European Grand Prix and he logs onto chat. I express my distress at not having a name as yet and how it's stagnating me more each day.

He comes up with a name, and what a snazzy one it is too! Not only that, he gives me a couple of tag-lines. Just like that.

I am overjoyed, we have an animated chat from a room across about the possibilities with that name.

I've now begun to tell him how marriage is a wonder each day, alhamdu lillah. He doesn't reply right away because he's watching the race as well.

Two partners in the same flat, in different rooms with their own tasks, and still the connect. Alhamdu lillah.

Last Stop

I was tagged because I read a blog post to follow some instructions. I kill all kinds of chains, so I guess this is the last link of this particular one. No one is tagged, no pressure, no instructions even. Enjoy.

Beauty Spots

Finished China Chowk wali movie in less than 7 minutes I think.

WHY in all these kab ke bichray, jurrwa movies do both twins, who led separate childhoods in varied environments, BOTH grow up to be stunners? Why can't one be a hottie and the other resemble a blue whale, EVER? Argh!

Terms of Speaking

in·ca·pac·i·tate ĭn'kə-pās'ĭ-tāt')  
tr.v.   in·ca·pac·i·tat·ed, in·ca·pac·i·tat·ing, in·ca·pac·i·tates 

1. To deprive of strength or ability; disable.
2. To make legally ineligible; disqualify.

inca·paci·tation n.

To watch The Big Bang Theory without Ryz and still find humor in it.

What Are the Odds!

So I've covered every possible surface area in the bathroom with detergent and have put on my gloves and dampened the sponge to make the place sparkly clean and while I'm rigorously scrubbing away, thinking I'll be done in no time at all, that is the point where my nose starts to itch. So much so that I crave a sandpaper post nearby so I can get rid of the itch and get on with it already.

You Can't Have One Without the Other

Sometimes I feel that Lima and I would've been married if one of us were a guy.