Life after injury. Determination required.

Hi guys,

I know it’s been a minute. I promise I haven’t been resting on my VBA laurels ūüėÄ Interestingly enough I sustained a knee injury (torn ligament) the very same day that I got the award and I honestly haven’t felt like writing. ¬†Ironically I have PLENTY to say because this down time–literally I’m doing a lot of laying down, sitting down and almost falling down—has afforded me soooo many insights.

I’ll enumerate just a few and hopefully I’ll get around to crafting the post centered around the fun run (Dirty Girl Mud Run) where I sustained the injury.

1) Sometimes in life you have to be a “burden”. ¬†Let someone else do the heavy lifting and ask for help. ¬†This has always been ¬†hard for me to do—to “inconvenience” someone”— but life is about give and take. ¬†One day you’re giving, the next¬†receiving (if you go ‘there’you need Jesus).

2) Live strong every day. Now that I’m laid up or ‘sick and shut in’ as one friend called it, I’m filled with aspirations and ideas for leading a healthier, more active life when I regain my mobility (read: walk without crutches). ¬†Where were these ideals when I was fully mobile? ¬†If you’re in relatively good health, use it. I just did yoga on crutches. ¬†Baby steps…

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3) Celebrate the small victories. ¬†I guarantee they’ll fuel your fervor to rise to the next challenge. ¬†I was a little bummed because I was having a hard time ‘crutching’ up the steps, going down is no problem. ¬†I finally decided to scoot but then I’d have to call my kids to bring the crutches up for me. ¬†Well recently I ¬†modified my scoot where I can push the crutches up the steps beside me! There’s that hard-time-asking-for-help thing ūüôā Next¬†challenge: ¬†Baking while crutching. ¬†I’m dying to try these recipes. Like peanut butter much?

Anyway these were a few of the Eureka moments I’ve had. ¬†In due time I’ll be back to blogging more frequently and honoring my Dewey-A-Day promise.

If you checked for me, thanks for checkin’ for me ūüėČ ¬†Anyone out there ever sustained a debilitating ¬†injury? ¬†How did you cope? Oh and here’s a lovely, video I just came across. ¬†Determination required.



Pulp and Circumstance: A Tale of Breakfast

Hiya party people!

Once upon a time there was a short, chocolate, Muslimah¬†Queen. She had many talents, including blank staring, doing impressions of herself and she even maintained a blog with a modest following. This Queen appreciated a challenge as much as the next person—so¬†long as it didn’t interfere with or alter her daily routine in the slightest—but a challenge wouldn’t be a challenge if it didn’t…

The chocolatiest Queen I could find with a Google image search. Always liked Arthur so I'm cool with it.

The latest challenge in this Queen’s life was the addition of her eldery father-in-law to her household. She recognized it for what it was—a blessing AND a test. And she and her family adjusted accordingly. They fell into a rhythm. With the exception of breakfast.

The Queen had 4 children and a husband, the King, who was amazing 90.78% of the time (The other 9.22%? Well that’s a story for another time kiddies). ¬†She hadn’t the benefit of¬†wait staff or ‘help’.¬† Recession era. ¬†Even the royals felt it. ¬†But back to breakfast. ¬†It fell upon the Queen to prepare the morning meal for the King’s father.¬† Breakfast had always been the Queen’s¬†nemesis. ¬†It combined 2 things which she utterly¬†despised—early mornings and doing things in the early morning.

It's rootin' and tootin'!

She rarely ate breakfast and when she did it wasn’t ’til around 11ish. ¬†As for the royal crumbmakers, she would normally only¬†give them breakfasts which could be tossed at them to them as they headed to the car. ¬†Toast, granola bars, bananas, orange slices; if you could chuck it at a kid, that’s what they ate. ¬†Not so for the King’s father, a sweet silver-haired¬†octogenarian with a twinkle to his eye. ¬†For him the Queen had to pull out all the stops, ¬†she used their best serving tray, the best dishes, if there was only one paper towel left on the roll—he¬†got it with the best of the cutlery lovingly wrapped inside. ¬†Hey! Regarding the paper towel no judgement! Technically that’s heresy…

I'm just sayin.

Ok where was I?

Oh yes, the breakfast.¬† Bleary¬†eyed and the egg-shell¬†shocked (more than a few eggs have rolled off the counter to their death) the Queen would stand in the middle of the kitchen for 10 minutes just looking.¬† And blinking.¬† Eventually, the fruit got¬†cut, the coffee percolating, the eggs plated and the hot cereal bowled.¬† Each day the Queen tried to move a little faster, get started a little earlier, do something a little more efficiently; but try as she might the Queen could not shave down the¬†breakfast routine time causing the children to be late to the Royal Academy, her to be late to her job (Recession!) and the King to be late to—Kinging. The Queen did 2 things, she issued an edict declaring all short order cooks (specifically those who worked the early AM shift) to be given a 50% raise. The second thing she did was put out a call for suggestions on streamlining her morning routine. Who will answer the call? Who will answer the call?

The End

Day/Title 87

The elephant in the room–Or on my head as it were.

I am a Muslim woman in a America.¬† Depending on where you live you may commonly see us, or it may be a rare occurrence.¬† Some of us are more readily identifiable than others—those of us who choose to wear the hijab/khimar/head scarf.¬† I’ll spare yall the ‘I am not oppressed’ speech. ¬†Suffice it to say I love hijab. And so do oodles and oodles of other women.¬† Don’t believe me?¬†Check. It. Out.

That said, wearing a head scarf—every¬†day, not just when its cold out or when you’re having¬†a bad hair day—can¬†illicit¬†some reactions that can start to grate tap dance all of the above on your nerve.¬† I mean some folks are down right rude; “Why you got that thang¬†on yo’ head?” **lip curled into a Nicki Minaj-esque¬†scowl like I just stole their bike**

But I think I almost prefer that to the species of on-lookers I like to call overly-fascinated-annoyingus.

“Oh my God!” **making a swirl around their head hand motion** “What is this? It is so gorgeous! I love how you have that wrapped up there!”

At this point I’m like Eddie Murphy in Coming to America. ¬†In the scene outside the bathroom.¬† At the stadium.¬† During intermission.¬† “Yes, yes but you are going to spill your beverages”.¬† In other words calm down.¬† I mean you’d think I had this kind of affair going on on my head:

Or this:

There really is nothing to it.¬† It’s just an oblong length¬†of fabric and you just kinda drape it over your head.¬† If you can put a table-cloth on a table, you can do this. ¬† Griping aside, I know Muslim head covering is not that commonplace for everyone and most people’s reactions are genuine. ¬†For yall I’ll maintain my Southern girl perma-grin and answer warmly and kindly.¬† “It’s called a khimar. ¬†I wear it because I’m Muslim” ¬† ūüėÄ

And now the real stars. The books:

Days/titles 84-86