Its not what you wear but how you wear it..

Clothes never made the man but they sure seem to distinguish who he is nowadays. Where a person lives, eats, breathes says alot about him and people make assumptions based on his personal tastes. There comes a point in a person's life when we need to stop caring about what others are thinking about us. If we fear people so much that we cannot live our true life, then we truly have not lived. I live in the city of D and when people think of this city they automatically assume the people in this city are lazy bums who are worthless, even lower than animals.

I once had a far away relative make a comment about my neighborhood that pissed me off. He said something along the lines of: "I didn't think actual people lived in this neighborhood." This man's comment disgusted me. I hardly invite others over but not because of that comment but mainly because its really small. Whenever guests come over there's no place to sit and I'm so embarrassed. I should not be embarrassed but their eyes say it all. No one ever sits more than a few minutes at a time unless they are like my close family who are used to the congested space. I rather like this house because of its smallness. With three kids and a small house its easier to keep track of everyone.

As you know my son is potty training so whenever he needs to go, he just tells me and I shove him along to the potty, EVERY FIVE MINUTES OF EVERY HOUR. I'm getting used to and so is he.

The Exterminator.

I've been really jumpy lately. All because of some furry little critters that like to show their beady little eyes at me and then run!!! Inshallah the poison will work like charm or I'm paying the extra $295 and paying an exterminator. I am beyond fed up with this issue. I am losing my peace of mind over them and they been pooping all over the place.

Cry if I want to...

I just read an article that said that tears are actually good for you health. In the article:

"Biochemist William Frey, who is known for studying, of all things, tears (what a job!), has discovered some pretty interesting things about tears. This little tidbit from Divine Caroline caught my eye:

"Emotional tears--those formed in distress or grief--contained more toxic byproducts than tears of irritation (think onion peeling). Are tears toxic then? No! They actually remove toxins from our body that build up courtesy of stress. They are like a natural therapy or massage session, but they cost a lot less!""

I;m getting really good at holding back my tears in front of others. Living with 3 men has taught me I better not appear weepy like all the time. When my mil came to the US for the first time a couple of years, I would cry out of the blue over something hubby had said. I'd save it all up and just start bawling. I think I scared her a couple of times too. It got pretty ugly. like this image ugly:





She would ask whats wrong? I'd be like nothing. Sometimes you want a good cry without everyone in your face.