Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Tell me a secret Thursday...

mood: tired
craving: a long nice swim in the sea

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers. It's the weekend here in UAE, I can't wait to spend some time with my family. I hope all of y'all have a blessed weekend. To those in the west, one more day and your week is over.. Hooray! Now, on to my post of the day. This should be a lot of fun.

{idea brought to you by another blog I read and love}

Welcome, to the first round of "Tell me a secret Thursday"

Here are the rules, here's how it's played:

This is your big chance to anonymously share some secrets you've been keeping to yourself. I think it would be really interesting. They can be small secrets, big secrets, scary secrets, juicy secrets, depressing secrets...There's no judging, anything and everything is valid.

Here's how it works:

1) This is open to anyone who wants to participate, from regular follower to casual visitor.

2) Post a secret anonymously, no names please.

3) I don't plan to censor content or language. However I do reserve the right to remove anything which appears to be posted with the sole intent of offending.

4) I am doing this because I know we all have secrets to hide, we all need someone to listen, and we all need to know that someone is going through something similar.

5) and remember... one of these secrets, will be mine.

So leave your secret below... for everyone knows, we all have secrets, big or small.

final whisper: Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Benjamin Franklin

Little red....

mood: happy
craving: driving in my old little red car  full of my besties

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers. Haven't had any time for blogging, my life is busy with my family and friends. But, I'll try really hard to get a couple of blog posts in a week. :) I hope everyone is doing good and had a fab weekend. Mine was relaxing. 

Her name was little red. She always took me from A to B and was very good to me and my friends. I could always depend on her and that was the most important thing in a teen's life. My dad got her when I was thirteen and I never knew she would be mine someday. My mom taught me how to drive her, she was manual. I taught most of my friends to drive standard, too. We had so many good times driving her around like there's no tomorrow. If she could talk, I would of been in lots of trouble. 

I remember driving to the lake down Ave. F with a car full of my friends, screaming and dancing with loud music. The funny thing is, the only the times we did that was when my parents went out of town and my older sister and her little family was staying with me supposedly watching me. Whatever. We would reign over Del Rio and the lake and yeah, sometimes we would go to Mexico.

 I went off and got married and little red still stayed with me. But, eventually I got a new car and my parents sold her. For a long time, I never knew who her new owners were, until one day I was driving along Ave F and I saw her. There she was, old and beaten up. My heart skipped a beat; I tried to catch up to her, trying to pass every car that I could. Finally, we were next to each other. I looked over to my left and there she was, orange as ever (the red faded) and with people from Mexico driving her. She looked well-used. I got a little teary eyed, just thinking of the memories and the laugher she brought my friends and I. No little car will ever steal my heart like Little Red did. We had some fun years. 

final whisper: Little Red, my years with you are cherished. Renee and Jessica loved you just as much. ~Zoooom Zoooooom~

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Can I have a candy ring with Mac and Cheese please?

Mood: Missing my friends back in TEXAS
Craving: Candy Rings & Mac and Cheese

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers. It's the end of our weekend here in United Arab Emirates, we just relaxed and lounged around. :) I hope everyone had a GREAT weekend. Those of  y'all in the west, make the most of it until Sunday. 

Do you remember when y'all were little getting lollipops? We call them suckers in Texas, and they're so good. When I was about eight, my friends and I would run to the little neighborhood store (minute mart) and buy a bunch of suckers and candy rings.

With the candy rings, we would always pretend that we were rich and these were our diamonds. Thinking back now, it makes me laugh. Now we're all grown up and have our real diamond rings. Having candy rings wouldn't be half bad though. Candy rings bring fantasy in your life, remembering the times when you were young, with no one to worry about.

The days of our childhood were the best. Doing cartwheels in our backyard, making tents with my best friends Margie and Jessica and Sabrina, cheering and running through the water on hot summer days -oh,  we even had our candy rings  in the water.  Do you remember our endless times  making Mac and Cheese? I remember we always used to play with my guiena pig, billy. Making Mac and Cheese with bologna sandwiches. I miss those days. 

Having all my girlfriends over, my dad getting a GIANT tent for the backyard, so we can alll YELL and scream without bothering my parents.  I thought they were giving me some freedom back then, but it was only to mask our screams and annoying little giggles at night. We probably had tons of candy rings and suckers, so we can act the roll of having REAL diamonds.

Anyways, I feel like a candy ring & a bit of Mac & Cheese. I think I'll ask my dad to send a couple of candy rings when he puts our big package together. He's always sending tons of little things that make me smile. I forgot that I have tons of grape Kool-Aid in the kitchen. My sis  loves to send tons of stuff too. We do have Kool-Aid here in UAE, but it's something that they like to send. :) I won't complain. =)

I had such a wonderful childhood. I love reminiscing, especially when watching  my daughter and her friends joke and laugh. Tell me some things about your childhood days. I'll never forget mine. 

Final whisper:  Dedicated to Sabrina and Jessica and Margie =)

Friday, May 21, 2010

I'll imagine

mood: tired
craving: to hear my mothers voice again

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hello to all my non-Muslim readers. I pray that y'all had a great Jummah. Had a nice day with family and I hope to start blogging more, but I am so busy with other stuff it's hard. Have a wonderful weekend. I love the weekend, it lets me spend time with my family. Tootles. 

Last night my daughter turned to me and said, "Mom, you look a lot like Nana". I said, "Well she's my mom." She said,"The strange thing is, my Aunties and you are, like, all mixed up in Nana." LOL Cute. I laughed. About twenty minutes later she told me to read the poem she wrote. I said, "Oh no, am I going to cry?" She laughed and said, to read it. Well, the water works started with me. This little girl is so gifted. Now it's ya'll's turn to read it. 

Something for my Nana.

Maybe it was the picture of you that did it. 
Or maybe it was the memory... 

Yes, I don't remember much.
Not a touch of compassion,
not a gentle kiss,
not your arms wrapping around my small body and gently chuckling.
How could someone love me so much and then just leave?

I suppose it was the Will of God. And everyday I wonder:
What would it be like if you were here?
Would I hear your voice ringing throughout the house?
Would I smell your perfume on my clothes after you hugged me goodbye?

There are so many questions I have to ask and I know they can't be answered.
So I'll imagine.

I'll imagine us walking through an endless field of bluebonnets under that wide, azure sky while we imagine the clouds transforming into strange shapes. Hand in hand, we'll walk. And when we're tired, we'll sit on the cracked earth.
You'll pick a flower and say, 'See this flower? God made it. He made it different from the others; each petal, each leaf.' 
I'll stare at your hands stroking the smooth petals.
'Someday this flower will die', you'll say. 'But that doesn't mean it won't leave something behind that it loves very much. That's why it left part of itself in this world to grow. Just like you.'

'You'll grow into a different flower, but there will be a part of the original flower inside of you. You won't lose that connection. That single flower that you grew from will stay with you forever.'

I'll imagine you standing up and smiling. It ends there.
And somehow I feel better. I feel better, because I know I have something inside of me that you left behind... your love

go visit my daughters blog...

©Texan Teen
May 20, 2010

Please don't copy without my permission (:

final whisper: you will never be forgotten. 

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

my heart

mood: day.gif
craving: seeing my dad

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hello to all my non-Muslim readers. I know I haven't been so active, but I've been very busy with life. I hope and pray that everyone is doing GREAT. Have a happy day. Weekend for us. Yippie! means more time with my family. Have a gorgeous weekend everyone.

final whisper: I miss you, dad.

Monday, May 17, 2010


mood: content
craving: a ride out to the sea

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers. I want to lift everyone's day. I really pray that everyone who reads this is happy and healthy. This is a simple random post... Just to make y'all smile. 

final whisper: look at yourself in the mirror and thank God for how perfect He has made you. YOU are worth more than you think. Someone loves you and cares for you and cherishes you. Chin up. Love yourself. Do something today that you have never done. Make your self happy. :)) :)) :)) 

Dedicated to my dear friend - Wafa'

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Kasey's creamy arabic bread dessert

mood: relaxed
craving: rain

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers. I've been so busy these days, with no time for the net. I hope everyone is well. On Friday I had a big get together (for Jummah) and we had so much fun. All the sisters got to meet my Mom in law. The last person to leave my home was Kasey and that was at twelve midnight. LOL This is Kasey's recipe. Please do try it. It's amazing. 

Nooo cooking involved!!

You need:

9x13 inch rectagle pan
About 1 Litre (3-4 Cups) milk
Pinch of saffron
Caramom pods
2 cans nestle thick cream
pistachios crusehed ot slivered just for decoration (garnish)
10 slices of white bread (crust removed) regular white bread is good I used it but if you can find milk bread it is yummmyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

FIRST: You bring the milk...cardamom pods...saffron...few splashes of rosewater and sugar (just add some and taste to your liking) all to a BOIL (careful not to burn) crack the cardamom pods before putting in...then remove from heat....

SECOND: Line the rectangle pan with the bread (no crust) the 5th one I cut in half and place as shown....

THIRD: Spread the 2 cans of nestle thick cream on the woorries if it falls through the cracks just make it even
*NOTE: You can add some sugar here or honey...but I didn' would be yummy though! My DH suggested that smile.gif

NEXT: Add the second layer of white bread with no crust....

THEN: Remove cardamom pods and pour the warm milk over the bread and then garnish with pistachios...crushed...chopped...slivered whatever you like...and Place int he fridge...keep always in the fridge until all eaten...

YOU CAN eat it right away it is soooooooooo yummy!!!!!!!!

ENJOY it!!!!!!!!! whoo.gif

final whisper: dedicated to miss sweet tooth, herself. 

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Our world

mood: :D
craving: to visit my sister in law... 

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers

How many of you know about the different cultures around the world? Something to ponder on. There is so much ignorance in this world when all it takes is to learning about different cultures, religions and countries. It all starts with YOU. 

final whisper: Pick up a book or browse on the net and read. The old forgotten habit.

Friday, May 7, 2010

The yesteryears..

mood: nostalgic
craving: to laugh and sit with my old friends and catch up. Where did the years go. Nothing stays the same. 

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers. Jummah Mubarak my Muslim sisters and brothers, I hope y'all had a great Friday. Happy Friday to all you non-Muslims, I am sure y'all are happy, end of the week. Have a great weekend. 

This picture was taken a last year by one of my childhood friends, Sonia. It looked much different when I was growing up there. My dad kept it very well groomed. Look at those Texas skies. Just noticed, the two trees my dad planted in the front, are gone. Wow. Those big trees in the back of our home, were tiny baby trees when we first moved in.  Look at them now.  Now, on to my entry. :)

Have you ever had one of those days, where you just wake up and you start thinking about the yesteryears? I did that this morning. I couldn't help but think when I was little and my dad would come home with those small 45 records and I would get so excited and run to play it on my record player. I remember one of the first songs: Still by The Commodores. I really enjoyed listening to The Commodores, they don't make music like they used to. Man, I sound old! hahaha. I think today's music is a bunch of trash. The 70's and 80's were the best years for music.

I remember my first perfume my dad got me, I think he created a monster when he started me on perfumes. The perfume was Liz Claiborne. It was hot in the 80's.  My childhood besties were sisters (Margie and Jessica), we lived down the street from each other. We are still in touch, after over 25 yrs. I just have to giggle at some things we used to do. Mama Gloria was our nosey next door neighbor and when mom and dad went out for a movie, be sure mama Gloria would be looking out her window. She knew everything. She reported asap to my mom when she got home, if she didn't catch her that night, first thing in the morning for morning coffee.  It was annoying back then, now I remember back and smile and I really miss that nosey next door neighbor. She passed away a couple years after my mom lost her battle with the big (C) .
The last time I talked to her daughters was when I was in Germany.

 Since we lived on the corner, we only had Ray and Mama Gloria as our next door neighbors. If you wanna count the Guerras'; they lived in back of us. Joey used to take my best friend; Renee and I to all kinds of restaurants and we would have all this change and pay with that. I'm sure they'll never forget that. The Guerra's consisted; Mr. and Mrs. Guerra & Joey and Mark and Kelly. I wonder how they're now? I sure would love to get in touch with them. The funny thing is, when our house was sold when my mom passed away, Joey and his wife bought the house. Who would of thought? I'll never forget those wonderful years when I lived with my family. I pray that the Guerra family is happy and making new memories in our old home.

I had a hot red sports car (given to me at 16) and boy, did me and my friends drive that little sports car to the ground. We nick named her Little Red. I taught everyone of my friends how to drive manual. They thank me now.  Little red was sure good to us. Thinking back, my parents sold that car and I last saw it in Mexico, driving up a storm.

Why when we think back in time, do we smile or we cry? For me, I had great memories, a great childhood and friends and great parents ( I still have my Dad alive) Thank God. Those were the yesteryears, they were great. I pray that my daughter is making her memories with her friends. It makes me happy when I see them joking and giggling and just being teens. She's so much like me, in so many ways, but yet so different. I hope pray she only takes the good from me and also, she is never a  follower.

The past teaches us good lessons. Either you take the good lessons and live with them and keep applying what your parents/life taught you, and you also learn from the bad lessons and don't learn from your mistakes. I like to think, I learned from the bad I did and tried not to make the mistakes again, and keep going with the good. The best thing I have ever done in my life, was becoming a Muslim. Thank you God for guiding me. I'll thank my past for teaching me.

Never regret what you did in the past, unless you never learned your lesson and didn't stay away from the bad. Life changes and never stays the same. Smile when you think about your good times in your life. Pray to God when you think about your bad times. I promise your good times will over ride your bad times.

Thank you past.  Today is the present and I thank God for giving it to me. I welcome my future with open arms.  :) 

final whisper- Margie and Jessica, y'all are truly missed. 

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The kitchen....

mood: Just a bit Texas sick... 
craving: A Texas B.B.Q 

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers.

If anyone has ever been to our home in Del Rio, Texas they will see that this kitchen is all too familiar. This is the kitchen my mom used to cook in. There are many memories here. I'd like to share my memories with y'all. 

I like the presence of food. Who doesn't?
I like the taste, like to try different cuisines, love to cook, but most of all, I love how food brings people together. Some of my fondest memories are spending our holidays at my Nana's and Grandpa's home: my Nana in the kitchen yelling at my uncles to stop picking from the menudo pot. My Grandma (dad's mom) made the best MEXICAN food in the world. Ah, my mouth waters just thinking about her food. My uncle Rudy and I would be laughing in the background while my grandma would yell at us in Spanish to stop. My Aunt Carol & Uncle Andy's cook outs were the BEST. I can smell my Aunt Carol's lovely cook outs and taste her homemade potato salad.

Her home was always filled with love and kindness and all her animals. Our laughter would radiate throughout the home. I miss those days.

Life’s major milestones are celebrated with a feast of some kind, and different cultures' holidays are always centered on family gathering for a fabulous meal.

And me being married to a man of a different culture sure has opened up my "kitchen lessons". Being my daughter and I are the only ones of the extended family residing in UAE, I find myself reminisce the past during my time here.

Back in Texas, my family would gather at my dad and mom's house on birthdays and holidays. All the women would chatter and giggle in the kitchen, while my mom gives directions to me and my sisters on what to do.

It’s always the same familiar Tex-Mex dishes year after year, but mom would reign the kitchen preparing meals so fast before you can blink your eyes!
No one can turn up those same heart-warming, palette-satisfying flavors like she did.

While my nephews would go wild playing, I would often find excuses to go in my room to try to get away from the preparing food to call my friends over... When I would come back to the kitchen, I'd find my mom finished and my sisters laughing and talking. All our  friends would always gather at our home. They never denied a meal from my lovely mom.

 Every one of my little trips into the kitchen, I would take in as much of the Spanish rice cooking, or the aroma of moms' signature beans boiling. I would listen in on their gossip and jokes, and listen to the bubbling of the tea my Mom would be making.

Those were the days. This is comfort, in my world. All the colors, sounds, and smells have a grounding effect on me, I feel secure and warm when I think of it.

I associate the happening in the kitchen with the gathering, the people, and the time my family & friends spend together while the men would gather in the backyard to BBQ T-bones, steaks and fajitas.

Dad is much of a quiet man. I would look out my bedroom window and see him over the HOT flames turning the meat and just looking at his beautiful yard he worked so hard on or admiring the cactus he picked at Lake Amistad, or him yelling for my mom to bring the dish out for the meat.

As an adult, being so far away from my family, nostalgia creeps up every once in a while.

I realized why I like to cook for people, why I enjoy entertaining —it’s all in the effort to mimic the warmth my family has provided when I was a little girl… Simply trying to relive the sweet memory that so deeply flows through my blood, that I longingly try to recreate each and every one of our holiday seasons.

final whisper: ..... And I miss you terribly, my beautiful family. God's willing those memories I have will never perish.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Silly Tuesday post its..

mood: excited
craving: seeing twizzle

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers.  I pray that everyone is having a wonderful day. oxoxo's Here's (silly Tuesday's post.) Enjoy! wow, Tuesday came so fast. 

final whisper: 

Because life is beautiful.


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