August 17, 2016

  • Noah Starts College

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    My first prince Noah Started college yesterday. No words to say how emotional it was to let him go away. Even though it is only 3 hours away, the fact that he is not hovering around us, is disturbing to say the least. But, fortunately for the advances of technology and the phone system, Saadi and Dave have instant connection to him. He has texted me several times too. Saadi showed me these pictures of when Noah and his little gang of same age babies who used to have a baby date, 18 years ago, and what they look like now. Same babies!

    First frame, Noah is third from right in the red romper suit. His expression is priceless... saying, "meh, I don't care!"

    In the second frame, he was almost rolling over the first baby on the left. Noah is second on the left.
    I thought it was a cute picture of both times. All these kids have now gone to college or are on their way this week.  I have no idea why that black frame is showing up.

     

     

     

     

     

August 11, 2016

  • A drunk Butterfly.

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    Sometimes I leave the watermelon rind out on the deck for the birds and the bees to feast themselves on the sweet seeds and flesh of the fruit. This afternoon, I saw a beautiful butterfly just loving the fruit and seemed like it couldn't get enough of the nectar. I thought may be it was stuck and M tried to kind of touch it with a blade of grass. It flew out and landed on the railing, and didn't move for a while. I think the poor thing is drunk. Here are some pictures we took. But after a couple of minutes it flew back to the fruit, and I truly believe it is a case of total intoxication!

August 8, 2016

  • Golf tournament.

    Andrew's first trophy. He played it super cool at the awards party but it ended up in his bed with him last night! Congratulations Andrew! (Sayeed). This was taken from the face book. I hope the picture shows.

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    My prince Andrew won the tournament at the country club in his age division. it was a proud moment.
  • A forwarded message from Humayun Khan's Commander.


    The grave site of U.S. Army Capt. Humayun Khan at Arlington National Cemetery. (Mark Wilson/Getty Images)

    By Dana J.H. Pittard August 3

    The writer is a retired U.S. Army major general.

     

     

     

    I am a former soldier who served our nation in uniform for more than 34 years. I was also Capt. Humayun Khan’s combat brigade commander inDiyala province, Iraq, in 2004. I came to know Humayun after taking command of the 3rd Brigade, 1st Infantry Division, in Germany in 2002. The motto of our unit was “No mission too difficult. No sacrifice too great. Duty First!” Humayun was a wonderful person, liked and respected by all who knew him. I used to joke with him about the tank platoon he once led, which I had led 20 years earlier. I often told him that we were kindred spirits. I remember clearly the day he died.

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    Humayun was a great officer. The 201st Forward Support Battalion, Humayun’s unit, was the most motivated and combat-oriented logistics unit I had ever seen. It supported our 4,000-person brigade, protected wheeled convoys and was responsible for guarding the gates at our large forward operating base: Camp Warhorse.

    We employed more than 1,000 Iraqi citizens at Camp Warhorse. We were slowly making progress in the province, the economy and security were improving, and the insurgents were losing steam. Security at Camp Warhorse was extremely tight. Unfortunately, we had killed or wounded several innocent Iraqi drivers at our gates over the previous month for failing to heed our warning signs and our gate guards’ instructions. Each of these incidents potentially hurt our relationship with local Iraqis. Humayun had fostered a warm relationship with our local workforce, and he and his unit were determined to break the cycle of violence by reducing or eliminating unnecessary deaths and injuries at our gates.

    On the morning of June 8, 2004, the gate guards alerted Humayun to an orange-and-white taxicab slowly moving through our serpentine barriers during the “rush hour” of Iraqi day workers coming onto camp. Humayun probably moved toward the suspicious vehicle to avoid killing the driver unnecessarily, but at some point, he concluded that something was wrong and ordered his men to hit the dirt. The driver detonated his car bomb, killing Humayun and two Iraqi citizens. Humayun died trying to save the lives of innocent Iraqis. His brave effort to approach the vehicle probably saved American lives as well.

    I raced to the gate upon hearing the huge explosion. It was an awful scene. Battalion commander Lt. Col. Dan Mitchell and his soldiers had resecured the destroyed gate, but we lost more than a gate, we lost a member of our team — of our family. Humayun’s death caused sadness throughout our entire brigade combat team. There were three memorial services for him — one with our soldiers at Camp Warhorse, a second with our rear detachment and family members at our home base in Vilseck, Germany, and a third with the Khan family in United States. We named the 201st Battalion headquarters on Camp Warhorse the Khan Building in his honor.

    Humayun was one of 36 men and one woman in our brigade who died during our year in Iraq. Our fallen comrades were of all races, religions and genders. They represented sacrifice, service, duty and the essence of what makes our country great. And, yes, it is a great country right now. Despite our flaws, the United States remains a beacon of hope around the world.

    Blue Star families are those with a member deployed to combat in the service of our country. Gold Star families are families that have lost a loved one in a combat zone. In our military culture, we hold Blue Star families in the highest regard. But we have absolute reverence for our Gold Star families.

    I join all those who stand in support of the Khan family. This family is our family, and any attack on this wonderful American Gold Star family is an attack on all patriotic and loyal Americans who have sacrificed to make our country great. Any politically or racially motivated attack on the Khans is despicable and un-American.

August 5, 2016

  • Bragging up again.

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    I think the mound is a little too high. The one in the print had a more subtle hump. Any way, I am continuing to paint. Really therapeutic.

August 4, 2016

  • What a ride!

                Enjoy the ride. There is no return ticket.
                                  

    George Carlin on aging!
    (Absolutely Brilliant)

    IF YOU DON'T READ THIS TO THE VERY END, YOU HAVE LOST A DAY IN YOUR LIFE. AND WHEN YOU HAVE FINISHED, DO AS I AM DOING AND SEND IT ON.
    George Carlin's Views on Aging
    Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
    'How old are you?' ' I'm four and a half!' You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.

    You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.
    'How old are you?' 'I'm gonna be 16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life! You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!
    But then you turn 30.  Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

    You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50, and your dreams are gone....
    But! wait!! !  You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
    So you BECOME 21, TURN 30,PUSH 40, REACH 50, and make it to 60.

    You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that, it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

    You get into your 80's, and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; 'I Was JUST  92.'

    Then a strange thing happens.. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!'
    May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!
    HOW TO STAY YOUNG
    1. Throw out nonessential numbers.This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.

    2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

    3. Keep learning.  Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever, even ham radio. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's family name is Alzheimer's.

    4. Enjoy the simple things.

    5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

    6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves Be ALIVE while you are alive.

    7. Surround yourself with what you love  , whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

    8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

    9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

    10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
    AND, ALWAYS REMEMBER:

    Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
    And, if you don't send this to at least 8 people - who cares? But do share this with someone. We all need to live life to its fullest each day!! 

                                  

                              Life's journey is not to
                              arrive at the grave safely
                              in a well preserved body,
                              but rather to skid in sideways,

                              totally used up and worn out, shouting

                     '...man, what a ride!'

July 20, 2016

  • Painting Classes

    Actually they are not classes. This lady who exercises with me at the studio is a good artist. I was admiring something she had painted, and she told me that she will be happy to teach me. So I go to her on Mondays, and these past two Mondays  I have done this.

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    I hope I can do better work in the Mondays to come.

July 18, 2016

  • Mangoes.

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    Once again, poor old me is pining for the homeland and the fruit of her dreams. Every one who calls me from India, tells me, “oh aunty, wish you were here. This season, the mangoes are so good!” What the heck! Why do they have to sprinkle salt on my wounds?

    But, I am happy today. I have been happy for a week. My sister sent me a box of mangoes from Florida. OMG! I am so excited. I have already eaten several!

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    The garden is full of flowers and vegetables. This year I was able to grow the oriental eggplants. They are so good. I get bunches of them at a time, just like cluster beans. The other eggplants are also in abundance, so are the chili peppers.

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    The tomatoes are beginning to ripen, but I think the beans are almost done. I got a good crop of them.

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    The giant hibiscus and the

July 6, 2016

  • So much carnage.

    I am at a loss to know what I should call the heinous atrocities carried on in the name of a religion. Ramadan is such a holy month for the Muslims, and we are told that all the 'satans' are chained and imprisoned. Who let these rabid dogs out? How many more blood baths? How many more mothers who would lose their sons and daughters and grandchildren and babies? Why do these animals call themselves Muslims? They are not Muslims. They are people without souls. They are murderers, who think they are Muslims, and hide behind the false pretense that by such murders and killings they will attain martyrdom. What a joke!  They are not going any where near Paradise and I am sure, Hell is too good a place for the likes of them.

    They carry a small black flag that says, There is only One God and Muhammad is His Prophet! SO what do they do? They charge into the holy mosque of the prophet and kill people! What rules are they following? What God are they worshipping. Certainly not the God you and I worship.

    These illiterate animal-like humans do not know the first thing about the teachings of the prophet or the Rules of The Almighty, when He specifically says in the Holy Book, that we cannot kill an innocent person, or a woman or a child or even cut a tree down unnecessarily. When a man kills an innocent man, it is as if he has killed the entire humanity.

    These men and women who have made it their mission in life to destroy and devastate a land and its people, are deranged and truly, they have no soul. They are not Muslims.

    As Ramadan has come to an end, and Muslims around the world are celebrating the end of the fasting season, I pray, most sincerely, that God in His Heaven  sees this carnage and hears the wails of the relatives who grieve the deaths of their beloveds,  and bring an eternal peace to a fractured world.

    I am sorry for such a downer, but for the last week or more, my heart is so heavy and cries with the people of Baghdad, of Madina, of Dhaka and of Turkey. May the God of Noah, Abraham, Moses, Jesus and Muhammad bring about peace and happiness to all the peoples of the world. Ameen.

July 3, 2016

  • A new Blog.

    I have just joined a new blog, called the neighbourhud. Donellie Whyte is the creator and wants as many people as possible so we could have a xanga like atmosphere. This is the link. Please check it out.

    https://neighbourhud.mightybell.com/communities/ I am excited about this. Wouldn't it be good to have another blog like xanga where people come together and write and have a jolly good time?