Choti's Marriage Proposal, Desi Humor

DH’s cousin (actually second or third cousin) is expecting. She is having a boy. She says, “If your having a girl, consider this her first marriage proposal”. Ha ha.

Oh She's Trippin on Memory Lane

Oh sweet, sweet day off work. I feel that this may be one of the last days I will get to enjoy myself as me and not “Mommy”. I started the day with reading the newspaper and some academic articles and essays on the topic of race. I enjoyed a lovely bath and shave my legs for the first time in eons (shaving seem so trivial these days ha-ha).

I mozied out of the house to have lunch with myself. Oh, how I cherish peace and quite moments with myself! I then went to the coffee house for chai latte and some quiet reading time. Afterwards I took a walk around the neighborhood, enjoying the high temperatures (40 degrees!) and sunshine. Birds were chirping and the snow was morphing into water gushing into the drains; a glimpse of spring, what a gift!

Ah, these days of reminiscing. Most of my dreams and waking hours have been filled with vivid and emotional memories of my past. Every phase of my life is being replayed and moving through my head as of on a reel of film. I see myself in my messy childhood room with not a care in the world in regard to my matty, unkempt hair and wardrobe from Salvation Army. What mattered most was grooming my little pony and scheming ways of making my Barbie’s life more magical and fantastical...

Thump, thump, thump

I heard my bambino’s heart beat! Wow, what an experience. I cried and DH smiled from ear-to-ear. The whole pregnancy experience has become all for more realistic since hearing a live heartbeat in the depths of my chubby belly. DH and I e-mailed each other through out the day writing,” thump, thump, thump.”

On other news, I am braving very cold weather in this Northern state in which I reside; I’m loving my fuzzy robe and fireplace.

I am reading book number two for the book club: Dearest Friend, a biography about Abigail Adams. Honestly, I’m struggling with getting to page 100. I’ll blame it on pregnancy, but it may be the content that causes me to sleep no matter which time of the day I pick up the book.

I have been very involved with training, volunteering and attending forum discussions on for a new exhibit at the science museum. The exhibit takes a unique look at race from a combined socio-political, genetic, historical and biological perspective. After 20 hours of training, I have been afforded the opportunity to serve as a volunteer on the floor. I work every other Sunday for four hour shifts. Mostly, I work with engaging kids and parents in dialogue about the question, “where do humans come from?” These questions follow an underlying theme that shows that race is all made up out of fear and a need for retaining power or “whiteness”. The studies suggest that all humans came from sub-Sahara Africa and changes in skin melatonin and physical features are mere adaptations as a result of migration. Studies also show that I am genetically more similar to any random person from Nigeria or India, etc. than someone in my immediate family, thus refuting the notion that genetic makeup is unique to race or follow any immediate family patterns. I’ll be sure to share more about my experiences with this whole experience.

Hotel Baji is still running. Roommate has been trained to wash dishes, pick up after himself and to turn the heat down when he leaves, etc. For now, it’s a slight hindrance, but okay because it gives DH a friend while his wife falls into sleep stupors.

I broke the news to the folks I work with and they were all quite surprised and overjoyed. Everyone has been so kind with their well wishes and support. I feels great to receive such tremendous love from family, friends and co-workers.