That'smart- I agree. Love and passion are fleeting. So you should marry Nishat. Especially if your sister approved!
And happy belated birthday! damn, you're old! ;P
have a good weekend,
Okay, I was surprised to read this... Aleksa, man, I'm Muslim but more modern than that... even though I'm not gonna have sex or 'date' the man, I still need to meet him beFore we marry. Tis not at that stage yet.
Now, yes, I like Nishat. Sounds very cool. We like kinda the same stuff, and he can make me shut up and listen to him. But. This is at the just-beyond-the-beginning-stage of courtship. Don't be scarin' me.
On other things goin' on... marriage and love seem to be catching in my sphere. My girl Kiki called day 'fo'yesterday to say that ERICA'S GETTING MARRIED!!! Yes, folks, Erica P. is engaged to Andrew. This is sooooo cool, because I remember the summer I turned 20, when we were all living in DC, and Erica was going ga-ga over some Navy guy she met with her dad... and I distinctly remember saying something like, "Aww, that's so cute, sounds like he's made for you", and I remember her saying, "It's not like I'm going to marry him!" How time flies. How people change. Erica is definitely was one of my best friends during college. She's VERY INDEPENDENT, athletic, responsible, organized (in ways that I may never be) and fun! In fact... she was the person I sat next to at our graduation. Wow. Feels like yesterday. We've kinda drifted after graduation, though, since we've both done our own thangs... which included me moving to portareeco and her getting a gov'ment job.
If there's anyone who I'd rather see marry Erica, though, it's Andrew- responsible, military, athletic, fun, cultured... all around awesome guy, who put up with my antics when I was living with his girlfriend the summer before senior year. I knew they went well together the first time I saw him with her. He loves her and takes care of her in spite of and because of her independence. I can't say enough nice things about them.
That is just way too cool. That was the first smily-face of the weekend.
The next came today for two reasons: 1) Papa actually called me [as opposed to the other way 'round] and 2)He was calling b/c he ran into Mr. Price at their church!
Mr. Price was my 8th-grade homeroom teacher- I had him for Spanish and for Social Studies (I think it was Ohio studies that year. Whoop-ee.). I may have mentioned him in this blog somewhere, since he was the teacher who told me that I stole a newspaper from his desk when of course I did no such thing. Turns out the paper he took off my desk belonged to my father- since it was a newspaper tied to business, of course Mr. Price had no reason to suspect that I had access to it. He and my father are actually very alike, except that he's a white male (which is actually quite a difference here in the US of A but I digress). Anyway, I chatted with Mr. Price for quite some time.
He told me he's very proud of me, and that he wants me to keep in touch. Actually, I think his words were somewhere along the lines of, "Your becoming a teacher is the best compliment anyone could ever give me." He'd actually stopped by the church and my father happened to be there, picking up my mother, I think, and asked Papa 'bout me and Toto. I halfway can't believe that he remembered us down to our names... but then, I've been told we're hard to forget, in a good way. I have trouble believing that too, until people from the past come back to remind me.
Insha'Allah I'll keep living life in a way that makes me a credit to my teachers. And beautifully unforgettable. It was cool to talk to my 8th grade teacher- reminds me what I do and don't need to do in the classroom with my students, b/c they WILL remember!
I got the new Harry Potter! You should be proud of me- you're reading this post. That means I typed it, instead of burying my head in the book and not coming out until finished. It's not as thick as the last one was, thank goodness- I had to put it on hold while conducting a life on the side until I finished it. Astaghfirullah. I shouldn't get that deep into ANYTHING but praising God but the book is way. too. good!
peace peace love love for you what I like for myself