My Three Miracles

Update

2010-02-26T10:14:00.002-05:00

Okay, I've been neglecting the blog. It's time to get back in the swing of things! More updates are coming. As we travel through Lent I'll be posting picture of our journey.

Ugh. Crazy month!

2009-03-05T23:25:00.002-05:00

Well, this month has been a nutty month. I don`t even know where to begin. I have been sick as a dog these last couple of weeks. My ob perscribed phenergan but it is not helping. And, to top things off a UTI has made matters even worse. Thankfully, I am done with antibiotics and things are looking up.

My regular doctor closed his office. So, he referred me and all his patients to another doctor. Wow. This office was just a pit. I have no other way to say it. Us pregnant women were all crowded into this small waiting room holding our urine. To get the bathroom you had to walk out of the office, out of the building to a common potty. It was nuts. Then, go back in and wait to be called. I have never experienced this and I didn`t like it.

So, I go back to my room. Do the usual first questions. Get undressed and wait. Well, guess what. Doc was called away...and I have to get up and dressed and head home. I did end up driving back three hours later to see if he was back, and he was heading back. His student ended doing the exam...luckily I cam back because there was a UTI.

Anyway, I found another doctor. Thank goodness. A very nice doctor. One with a potty in his office. And, one that does the blood work. They gave me a perscription to go to a mobile lab unit. Again, something strange to me. After talking to the new doc I hear the one I went to works with Medicare/Medicaid patients...so probably why things were different.

Glad to be among the living!! Missed reading up on all my blogs!! And, thanks everyone for your well wishes :))

Need I say more?

2009-02-02T23:07:00.002-05:00

Shuang Shuying

2009-01-30T10:15:00.003-05:00

A letter I sent to the People`s Republic of China (and national/local media) in plea for Shuang Shuying`s immediate release.

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Shuang Shuying is a 79-year-old woman who has spent the last year of her life in a Chinese prison. Her crime was her belief in God. A policeman pushed the elderly woman. When she tried to regain her balance in order to keep from falling her cane flew from her hands. That cane hit some office equipment. Hence, came her charge – breaking office equipment.

She has been torn from her family. Especially her ailing husband Hua Zaichen. Last night Hua was rushed to the ER. His health is failing and his last wish is to see his wife released from prison. Having her hand to hold beside his deathbed.

Sadly, this story has taken place in China. A land were one’s thoughts are not free from persecution. This is a place where religion is mandated by the government. If you are brave enough to attend a Christian house church. Or, believe in Jesus Christ the government will beat you. If they take pity on you will jail you indefinitely.

I urge The People’s Republic of China to grant Shuang Shuying`s immediate release. Please note a copy of this letter will be sent to all appropriate government officials. Including the Chinese Embassy here in Washington, DC. I am also sending a copy of this to CNN, MSNBC, and FOXNEWS. I will also send this to my local television and newspapers in hopes to pressure you to release this innocent elderly woman.

May the peace and love of Jesus Christ be with you all,
Robin Kuppusamy

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What I didn`t know at that time was this poor woman was severely tortured while imprisoned. She was beaten so badly she lost her vision. I also didn`t know she herself was in bad health. She has lost nearly 30 pounds since her incarceration two years ago.

Her father was arrested and killed in 1949 for being an Anti-Revolutionary. He faught against the communist regime.

In 1957 her husband Hua (who is now in the hospital) was taken from his family for anti-communist actions. He was sentenced to TWENTY (20) years in prision. Shuang raised her family without her husband. Even moreso the government tried to force her to divorce her husband. This brave woman refused. For that she was hung naked from a pillar and kneel on a triangular frame.

This woman did not stop there. She turned her home into a boarding house for fellow Christians. When the Olympics came to China they said her home tainted their New China New Olympic media message. So, the promptly dismantled her home and relocated them to a new village. Here they were watched 24 hours and frenquently beaten. Her son complained. And was secretely detained for six months.

When this coupled demaned their right to know where their son was and what happened to him they too were detained. They were sent to a labor camp. Shuang is still being held there. Her son is continually harassed to provide information on house members (the Christian boarders) and Christian activity. They want him to be a spy. They insist Shuang will NOT be released unless he cooperates.

Shuang has hypertension, diabates, and neuralgia. Her son stated the last time he saw her she was trembling. God only knows how this woman has suffered in prison.

In an outreach by the Christan community around the world pressuring the Chinese government by sending letters. And, making telephone calls they make yet one more attempt to mentally harm this family. They have told Shuang that once her husband dies they will transport her to his body in shackles and prison uniforms so she can see his body for 10 minutes.

You can make a difference. Here are some ideas

1. Write Shuang Shuying

Shuang ShuyingNo. 3 Run He Xiang, Huifeng Street, Tiantang He Qing Feng Road,

Daxing District

BeijingPeople's Republic of China

2. Contact the local embassy in Washington

Zhou Wenzhong
Embassy of the People's Republic of China

2300 Connecticut Ave NW, Washington DC 20008

3. Send an email!

These are the Chinese officals

minister@legalinfo.gov.cn, English@mail.gov.cn, service@ebeijing.gov.cn, info@peopledaily.com.cn, circu@chinadaily.com.cn,
chinaembassy_us@fmprc.gov.cn

Here are some media emails I have letters to, you can also search your own local news media and add them to the list!

FOXaroundtheworld@foxnews.com, letters@msnbc.com, "romonarobinson@wkyc.com" , "jeffmaynor@wkyc.com" , henry@newsnet5.com, jordan@newsnet5.com, bibb@newsnet5.com, carloss@newsnet5.com, gill@newsnet5.com, booth@newsnet5.com, robin.swoboda@foxtv.com, channel8tips@channel8wjw.com

4. Visit the sources webpages where you can contribute monitarily.

5. PRAY PRAY PRAY!!

6. To get the children involved I will make a very simple meal. Something of sacrifice like I would do for lent. A simple broth with bitter greens (watercress) and some carrots and tortelleni. I will have a handout at everyones place with the family stats and how much we are saving at this meal for this family. That money is contributed to the family or organization at the end of the week.

7. Start a monthly prayer group with some friends. Everyone picks a prisoner and collectively pray and write letters.

Sources:

www.radiofreechina.com/wordpress

www.vom.com

www.chinaaid.com

www.persecutionblog.com

Big Shoes

2009-01-19T13:37:00.000-05:00

I was teasing my husband yesterday morning that the kids have emotional issues; stemming from his working all the time in the basement. Here is the conversation that insued.

Anbu: Hunter, do you have emotional issues?
Hunter: Uh-huh
Anbu: Do you have emotional issues?
Hunter: Yeah.
Anbu: What are emotional issues?
Hunter: Big shoes

We all had a laugh!

Confused

2009-01-18T23:48:00.002-05:00

Today in our parish bulletin I came across a faith sharing community for gays and lesbians. They meet on the third Sunday of every month before the 5:30 PM youth mass. This way everyone can celebrate mass together.

My question is, where does the church stand on gays and lesbians?

My research has shown that the church typically stands against act (deprived sin are the exact words). But, believes those persons deserve dignity. My concern is that by instituting such a program right before mass, encouraging to partake in the Eucharist is condoning. How is it not condoning sin?

Why is sin no longer called sin?

We refuse to call it and see it for what it is.

We are are lied to. Decieved.

Everything is *natural*. Its *nature*. Yes, human nature is to sin. This is why God the Father sent his Son Jesus. To redeem us from our natural sinful state. To condone our natural state is to negate what Jesus did for us.

This is gravely affected me. I feel at a stalmate and wonder how to proceed in my spiritual journey. This will be a tough obstacle for me to overcome. How does one overcome the condoning of sin by their church leaders? It directly goes against the cathecism. It seems to me its like accepting sin as something other than sin...

I even did a bit of background and found connections with DignityUSA who is pushing for the marriage proposal in SF. Something I do not believe in at all.

Conversations with Hunter

2008-12-23T14:52:00.002-05:00

Hunter: I want to talk to TaTa.
Me: Why?
Hunter: Cuz I want to talk to Tata.
Please help me mom. (read: Get the phone)
Me: What do you want to talk to TaTa about?
Hunter: I want to talk about toys.

That little conversation made my day! :))

First trip to the North Pole, on the POLAR EXPRESS!

2008-12-12T11:33:00.009-05:00

I finally got the pictures uploaded from our first visit to the North Pole! Hunter was so excited to ride on the Polar Express. Roman was anxious to explore the new surroundings. We are hoping to make this an annual event :)

Hunter and Roman with their tickets!

The boys and daddy watching for the North Pole lights!

Luckily, our elves gave us some special elf spray to make us get their faster. The North Pole is a long way away! Especially by train. They also kept everyone busy by singing Christmas Carols and reading the Polar Express story. They also gave us hot chocolate and cookies while waiting for Santa to board the train!

Santa got on his knees to talk to Hunter, who at that moment suddenly got very shy. He told Santa he wanted a truck for Christmas. If only his wish list stayed so small ;P

Santa holding Roman, he`s not too sure about this guy in the crazy red suit!

By this point Roman is done with Santa. :))

It was such a special evening for all of us. While we still aren`t sure about incorporating Santa into our traditions (neither of us celebrated a traditional Christmas as children). I think we`ve found a medium in explaining to the kids about Saint Nicholas and how we all are *santas* to the poor. This year we each picked a name off our parish`s giving tree (a tree with tags for the needy instead of ornaments). The kids each (ok, Hunter) picked out items for the tags we picked. He even helped wrap (taping and sticking the bows on).

I`d be interested in hearing how others celebrate Christmas. And, if it includes Santa or not...and how you explain it all!

Modern Day Martyrs

2008-12-03T16:42:00.006-05:00

Charlotte`s post about the modern *saints* and *martyrdom* on her advent calendar (and mine for that matter) got me thinking.

Perhaps, this is not a bad thing.

Consider,

When did we last here in our new media of the suffering of those persecuted Christians in Orissa, India? Did we receive our CNN broadcast that 70,000 Christians are displaced. Living in the jungle. Living in refugee camps? An orphanage was burned. Many were torn from their families. On man had to leave his mother in the jungle to save his wife and two children.

Perhaps, then, you heard about Mary. She is an evangelist in Columbia. She is under constant attack from the FERC. They place bombs outside her home. Daily send her letters and threaten her and her families life. She could simply stop telling people about Jesus and they would leave her alone. She refuses.

What about Pastor *Bike*? Recently even the State Department issued a press release asking the Chinese Governement to look into his case. He is an organizer, a Pastor, of a thriving Church in China. He has been imprisioned, beaten, ant tortured. His sons recently have been beaten for spreading the news of Jesus.

I bet you heard about the 10,000 muslims that stormed a new Christian church in Ciaro. No? Surely, you heard of a young woman named Fatima in Saudi Arabia whose brothers murdered her after she told them of her love for Jesus. And, prayed that her Muslim family would receive the love of Jesus...even when she was awaiting her death.

It is so sad that our media is deaf. And, in turn we Christans do not know of the suffering of our brothers and sisters!! Please consider signing up with Voice of the Martyrs today for a free newsletter. They have lots of information and ways for us all to help our family in Christ who need us.

http://www.persecution.com/

Not Me Monday

2008-11-17T21:55:00.007-05:00

Okay, after reading these posts for weeks I am attempting my first one!

I did not attempt to clean my bedroom today. I mean, why would I do that? And, I certainly did not find my oldest had stacked chairs, boxes, and bins high enough to reach the highest shelf in my pantry and promptly pull down the Nesquik powder...and dump all over my white carpet. And, all over my white sofa...to play with their dump trucks.

And, no this has not happened before.

I also did not find pooped stained underwear on my bathroom floor. Certainly not belonging to a certain little boy who refuses to poop on the potty. Truthfully, I couldn`t be too awful mad, he did dump the refuse in the toilet and flush...and wipe his tushy.

I also did not find a poop smear on my floor that had been nicely cleaned by toddler hands. Ah, at least he used a wet wipe I guess.

Most certainly, we do not have a ghostly sleeper who sneaks into our bed in the dead of night. I assure you I have not rolled over to find a sleeping babe in my bed. No, not in my bed.

My kids are NOT picky eaters at best.

I did NOT find a mushy browned apple in between my sofa cushions...under the guise of two large throw pillows. And, most assuradly did NOT find a broken brown banana in the middle of my living room floor. I was NOT mushy and black. And, I did NOT mistake it for dog poop either. Sheesh folks. I am NOT that kind of mother.

Pro-Life and Pro-Death Penalty?

2008-11-10T22:54:00.002-05:00

So, one Friday a month our Small Christian Community meets. It`s really nice to get together with two other devout Catholic couples and their families. Especially because my husband and I are still wet behind the ears, so to speak. We arrange to have at least two baby sitters to manage our kids - so we are minimally interrupted.

I think we all knew that with the election it would get heated. Especially since our parish is a more liberal parish. We have a new pastor who is trying to get us back on track with the Vatican but with nearly 30,000 active members it is hard. So...

We had some interesting topics discussed in regards to the election. Everyone of course is Pro-Life and members of the Knights of Columbus.

What really posed many questions in my mind was one woman who was pro-life and pro-death penalty. She asserted her position on the base that the Catholic Church was pro-death penatly. When questioned she said, and I quote, she would push the button or pull the trigger herself...

I know no instance where the Catholic Church supports the death penalty. Pope John Paul was shot at, and a man attempted to take his life. There was no venom in his words. But, her words were soaking wet with venom. For me it was scary...for many reasons I don`t want to post on right now.

I am hoping that someone with more knowledge will hop on here and help me out. I have googled the Catholic Church and death penalty but find nothing of the sort.

Snip-it

2008-11-10T22:44:00.005-05:00

Early morning conversations with a toddler.

MOM: Where is your baby?

HUNTER: Here mommy! Right here!!

As he lifted up his shirt and patted his belly!

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Mondays are usually when I meet up with my mom and my niece (my mom babysits on Mondays). So, today all Hunter would talk about was seeing MawMaw. Usually we go to McDonalds so I decided we`d run through the drive thru. Roman and I are getting over colds so I figured it`d be better that way as our temps shot down like, 30 degrees in 24 hours.

As soon as I pulled into the driveway, MckyDs in tow, Hunter was upset. He didn`t see MawMaw. Again, I explained not today but we have the goodies. I thought by the end of the day we were done with the disappointment. Not so. As soon as daddy returned at 8:30 pm, he promptly told him we had McDonalds with no MawMaw.

Guess it just isn`t the same, next time I`ll know better.

2008-10-31T15:59:00.000-04:00

I thought it was high time to update my blog with some new pictures of the kids. This was at my graduation two weeks ago. We went out for ice cream at Mary Coyles in Highland Square afterwards. It was alot of fun. Then, the next evening my family came over for dinner...catered by Trecasos of Mary Coyle ;P It was super. And, we had a blast. There is the craziest picture of Hunter eating a HUGE sundae. I`ll have to come back and post a picture of that later.

And, yes, we decided to add to our family a wire haired fox terrier. I wanted a little princess to pamper...but, she is definately a tom boy! :) No bother, she herds my boys like no ones business!

Coloring Page Addict

2008-10-29T10:19:00.006-04:00

Thanks to Charlotte at Waltzing Matilda I am now addicted to coloring pages. In the process my kids now request their art time. Our Small Christian Community will be focusing on St. Paul until the Year of St. Paul ends June, 2009. I found this great little coloring book for the Year of St. Paul which tells about St. Paul and has pages to color.

The book is especially nice for young ones. It`s short and sweet and gets at the main point of his life. Thank Anne Newberger :)

St. Paul Coloring Book

I love jewelry!

2008-10-21T23:11:00.003-04:00

This is a shout out to Nakia who makes the best Catholic jewelry! I love my scapular Immaculate Heart necklace so much, I wear it nearly every day. My dear husband got tired of me wearing it, so I bought a St. Benedict necklace as well. And, Nakia is working with to create a St. Philomena necklace and earring set...since I lost my St. Philomena pendant at McDonalds.

So, girls, get shopping!
http://www.handmadecatholicjewelry.blogspot.com/

Thankful

2008-10-16T23:25:00.002-04:00

I was just thinking these past few days how thankful I am. God has truly blessed my life since my husband and I decided to become Catholic. Our marriage was struggling. Perhaps, on the verge of divorce. The pressures to have children and the loooming reality that it just was not going to happen. Our lust for the material world and the lies we bought into had ruined our selves and our marriage.

It hasn`t been an easy road. It`s been nearly four years since we became Catholic. And, converting did not solve our problems. We did. We made Christ our center. Our lives and our family revovle around God. Since becoming active in our parish and the recent formation of a Small Christian Community God has worked wonders in our lives.

It`s comical at times. Because we traded in our luxury Lexus. And, no longer are financially able to go to the lavish resteraunts we used to. I remember stopping at the jewelry store and just picking out anything from the case. But, so empty...yearning for more...my husband left his business to make less money.

Here we are, poor as heck. But happier than ever. Happy in the life Christ has given to us. People may look at us and pity us. Thinking we lost out on something. But, we are rich!! It`s so ironic...but so much makes sense. Do you remember what Jesus told the rich man? Sell your wealth and give to the poor. There is something to be said of being free from the games we play with ourselves...

Well, now I`m rambling! Off to bed, it`s late and I am pooped.

Crock Pot Lentils (Sambhar)

2008-10-16T23:03:00.003-04:00

There is nothing like piping hot lentils on a chilly fall day. The first time I made this for my husband he was outside raking leaves. Being from a tropical climate the Northeastern winters really get to him. I think he ate the whole pot! I`ve since adapted it to western cooking, ie a crockpot. Since I am not handy at all with my poor abused pressure cooker.

Thanks to Regina for her post on lentils. It reminded me of one of our favorites.

Crockpot Lentils

1 cup of yellow lentils
2 cups of water (make sure lentils are properly covered with the water)
2 teaspons of tumeric

Let the lentils cook on low for an hour or more (just add water if you need to).
Then,

1 onion chopped
3 or 4 roma tomatoes or 2 regular tomatoes
1 chopped potato

8 curry leaves
1 teaspoon mustard seeds
1 teaspoon shatki shambar or chicken masala (I am partial to the chicken). I get them at the Indian grocers, but I have substitued Cajun seasoning :)
1 tablespoon oil

Add the mustard seeds, curry leaves to the oil. Fry until the seeds pop. Add the onions and masala (or cajun seasoning). Cook until the onions are nice and golden then add the tomatoes. Cook for a minute or two and transfer to the crockpot. Cover with another 2 cups of water. (If you are going for a souper consistancy add 3 cups, I like mine kind of thick.)

About an hour before you are ready to eat I add frozen veggies. Either a mixed variety or my favorite are corn, peas, and carrots. Traditionally, sambhar has egg plant but none of my family likes eggplant. You can chop and fry it up with your potatoes if you prefer.

I let this cook until we are ready for dinner. And, the potatoes are nice and done. Sometimes I just set the crockpot on warm to keep it hot. Garnish with cilantro and serve with rice. Or, just eat as a soup!

Happy Birthday PaPaw!

2008-08-07T12:30:00.000-04:00

Make a Smilebox postcard

Pictures

2007-03-27T15:11:00.000-04:00

Here are some pictures from our India trip for you to peek at :)) Look how big Hunter's got since his first photos appeared here last year!

India photos

UPDATES GALORE

2007-03-27T15:01:00.000-04:00

Okay, I've been really bad at this since Hunter came along. And, I've failed to update here regularly. In my defense it's incrediably hard to steal some time to just write with a wee one. Hopefully, I'll get more time here...but, with another baby on the way it just seems like a dream!

Yup, we are expecting another bouncing baby boy July 7, 2007.

And, I've not even started on the nursery yet either. Well, I did order furniture after we got back from India (January 15, 2007). But, it's not arrived yet...and will probably take until June to arrive. Check out our furniture! And, here's our bedding.

Like I said we were in Dindigal (south of Madrai, TN) for three weeks this winter. I was miserable because I was newly pregnant and very sick. So, the whole time I pretty much spent sleeping or in the bathroom. I think it was the only time while pregnant that I managed to loose weight. So, the trip wasn't very enjoyable for me...but, my poor hubby felt so horrible in making me come and do all these family things he bought me jewelery. Which, of course he shouldn't have spent the money on...but it is beautiful!! I'll have to post pictures later...

Right now Hunter is up and waiting for me to come get him...

New News

2007-01-26T14:34:00.000-05:00

There is so much going on I have to update my blog!

But, there is something else weighing on my mind. I just can't get this girl out of my head. She's a teenager in High School. She's obviously very bright, creative, and gifted artistically. I've never met her personally, but met her on a board last night. I'm concerned about her...and worried she'll take her life.

I hope she's out there and reading this and will reply she's okay...

In the meantime will everyone keep her in your thoughts and prayers?

Thanks!!!

Hunter's Birth Video

2006-09-16T23:02:00.000-04:00

Thanks Uncle Chris for creating this video for us. I just love it and watch it all the time. I can't believe how time flies!! Your the best uncle!!

Get this video and more at MySpace.com

More food...

2006-09-13T15:24:00.000-04:00

I love bhel puri!

It seems so labor intensive to make though. Has anyone tried it? I'm hoping someone has some tips!!

Vada Pav

2006-09-13T15:17:00.000-04:00

There is nothing like vada pav! It's like a spicy mashed potato that's been deep fried. Then it's sandwiched between a mini bun. Okay, it's a North Indian dish (Mumbai), but who really cares about that, right? Here's a recipe...

Serving size - 46-8 medium sized boiled potatoes,2 cups gram flour (besan),oil for frying,salt,pav ( A kind of bun, In India it is known as Pav) - If pavs are not available, you can use any other bun. Choose the ones which do not taste sweet.

Masala
1 small piece ginger,
4-5 flakes garlic,
4-5 (or more) green chilies,
1/2 cup coriander leaves (chopped),
For tempering 1 teaspoon turmeric powder,
curry leaves,
1 teaspoon mustard seeds,
2 teaspoon oil

Method :
1. Grind ginger, garlic and green chilies together into a paste.
2. Peel and smash potatoes with a potato masher (or simply use hands). Do not smash completely. Let some small chunks remain.
3. Add ginger, garlic and green chili paste, coriander leaves, and salt to the potatoes.
4. Then take 2 teaspoons oil in a kadai. Add mustard seeds. When they splutter, add turmeric powder and curry leaves.Pour this tempering on the mashed potatoes and mix gently.
5. Make small balls of mashed potato mixture. (You can flatten the balls if you like)
6. Add some salt, turmeric powder and chili powder to the gram flour. Add water gradually and keep mixing with a sppon or wire whisk. Remove lumps if any. The batter should not be too watery or too thick. If lifted by a spatula, it should flow in a ribbon like consistency.
7. Heat some oil in a pan. To check if oil is properly heated, drop some batter in the oil. If the batter immediately turns soild and float on the surface of the oil, the oil is ready. Also make sure that the oil is not too hot. Otherwise, the vadas become dark from the outside before they are actually done from the inside.
8. Now dip each ball in the batter, letting the excess batter drip off and slowly add to the hot oil. Do not overcrowd the pan, else the temperature of the oil reduces which in turn slows down the frying process. Like this, deep fry all the vadas until golden. Remove on a paper towel and drain. Batata Vadas are ready.
9. For Vada Pav, split Pav keeping the base intact & spread garlic chutney or green chutney on the inner surfaces of it. Place the vada in it. Serve hot.

Tip: Instead of adding whole curry leaves, you can grind them along with the ginger- garlic paste to bring out their flavor.

Variation: Substitute 1 tsp udad dal (split black gram) for mustard seeds in the tempering.

from www.mumbaimasala.com

I've also heard there is a non-veg form of this. Does anyone know what it's called and have a recipe they could share?

VACATION!!

2006-08-31T10:16:00.000-04:00

We're going to San Fransico in October. It's the big Oracle convention!! I can't wait I love San Fransico. :)) We went last year in Septemember. So, I imagine going a little later it will be even more cold. We're stay in the financial district - by the mall. As long as I am near a mall I know I'll be able to keep myself busy.

Then, it's off to Caramel to a bed and breakfast. Caramel just reminds of Europe. We ate a little bistro the last time and they had such good food, wine, and atmostphere. I doubt it will be as romantic with a little munchkin. But, I know we'll have fun. Hopefully, we'll still get some nice days at the beach.

It's funny. I never understood why California surfers wore wetsuits...until I went there!!

Civil War

2006-08-29T23:20:00.000-04:00

We've become Civil War buffs this summer! We've been to two re-enactments and can't wait until the next big one next year. This is the last one we went to in Bath, Ohio at the John Hale homestead.

Six Months

2006-08-29T13:29:00.000-04:00

Hunter is six months now! I can't believe how much he's grown. It's crazy.

He loves giving smiles and talks up a storm. It's just so sweet to hear him babble away. His voice is so gentle and innocent. He loves holding his binky up and babbles away at it like its a long lost friend!

He's not mobile yet. And, I'm thankful - but, anxious for him to meet his milestones. I think it's just that I want to confirm that he's doing good. And, I want him to be the best and brightest. It's almost like a confirmation that I'm doing a good job as a mommy.

He is rolling over. He doesn't like to and only does it in cases of emergency. For instance, he'll fall to the side of his bobby (when sitting) and its such an awkward angle PLUS he really wants that toy! So, he's learned to roll from the boppy onto his play mat.

He loves his toys. Especially sitting on the Baby Einstein play mat with those toys dangling in front of him. He has a couple favorite toys. But, the ones he reaches for are always the books. He loves those Sassy muscial books. And, his baby Bible. I think it's because that one is the biggest plus it has a big bright handle with shapes on it.

We're getting his six months pictures taken next week, so check back! I'll be posting those!!

Off to India!

2006-08-29T13:22:00.000-04:00

Hi everyone!

It's been a long time since I posted a real post. I don't even know if anyone still reads this or not. ;-) But, I wanted to announce our India trip will begin on December 28th. We'll leave from Chicago in the afternoon. YUCK. I hate trying to go anywhere (flightwise) in Chicago. It seems they are always behind schedule and everything runs late.

To make matters worse or current flight only leaves us with two hours to get off the plane and check in our luggage for international travel. Since, hubby saved a few hundred bucks by not having us check in our luggage from Cleveland...we have to do in Chicago. We did this the last time we went to India and the line was three hours long. I can't imagine us doing that with Hunter!! So, I'm working on changing that...at least have us in Chicago by 11 am (plane leaves at 4 pm).

I also have a yahoo group for the India trip.
http://groups.yahoo.com/Travel_India2002

I'm just using the same group I used when we went to India the first time. Why change a good thing?

If you want to join just click the link - and remind me who you are ;) I'm awfully forgetful!

Hunter at 3 1/2 months

2006-06-27T23:35:00.000-04:00

Ah, my baby is growing! I still can't believe how fast it's happened...

Advice for buysing salwars...

2006-05-30T14:25:00.000-04:00

I would like to buy some salwars for my trip. But, the quality you get here in Chicago or NYC is horrible for the price tag. Does anyone have any good ideas? I found a few I like at indiaplace.com, but they are $100-$300. And, I'm not sure of the quality. The last one like that I bought in NYC fell apart...literally the threads started unraveling. And, the one I bought in Chicago is still around - but it's incrediably generic.

My mother inlaw sent me a great salwar in silk. Perhaps, I should just give her the measurments and have her get them made? What do you guys think?

The Growing Baby...

2006-05-30T13:54:00.000-04:00

Ah,

Life is returning to some state of normalcy. I have time to check my emails...although I may not have time to respond...at least I can check them. I finally have a few moments to myself to collect my thoughts. It's nice that Hunter is getting more and more independant. Don't get me wrong though, he is still very dependant on mommy.

I had no idea how demanding the life of a mommy was going to be. Nursing every three hours, every day, every week, for the last three months adds up to almost 100 feedings. Ugh. We are now supplementing with a bottle for one-two feedings a day -- which give me more time to myself. It may sound selfish to those who haven't had a baby and those who have had a baby and did the whole ap (attachment parenting) thing. But, I'm not cut out for that. I don't think one sytle of mothering fits all mothers.

Hunter is sleeping through the night. YEAY! His bed time is somewhere around 9:30-10:30 and he sleeps until 6:30. Most of the time...anyway.

We are busy preparing for his baptism on Father's Day, June 18. We're having a small reception here at the house. I'm expecting about 20 people. So, that means my house has to be cleaned, laundry caught up, ironing caught up...and manage to feed these poor people, lol! If I can make it past this week I know I"ll be okay.

Hubby is going to be gone for the most part this week. He has meetings, tennis games, and a SCUBA diving trip (NO FAIR!). So, I keep telling him that I will claim my dues -- and when I do he'll have to pay up. Right now it's impossible for me to do anything by myself for an extended period of time. Especially since I'll keep nursing for the first year. As hard as it seems now I feel I have to because our India trip.

We're leaving for India on December 28th. Our plane travels from Cleveland to Chicago; Chicago to London; London to Chennai. From Chennai we'll travel Jet Airways to Madrai. The suckiest part is we'll have a six hour layover in Chennai. Our plane lands at 1:10 am. We don't have a flight until 7 am. We went through this once in Delhi the last time in India. We barely managed ourselves...I happen to think the only way we survived is because we sucked the energy from the Buddhist monks from Lay. But, I doubt we'll run into any monks this time around. Unless they are from Nepal.

So, we're off to buy a play yard for the trip. The biggest thing we're looking for is travel ease. Then we need a mobile. If the yard doesn't come with a mobile we can always buy one and the little clips at USA Baby. Any ideas would be great. Espcially those who have travelled with a small baby.

For ease and comfort we decided to fly Economy third class. We're hoping to use our miles to upgrade to business class. But, we had a hard time doing that on our way to India last time. So, even if we manage to do that while coming back - which is what happened last time - it will be great!! I just want to keep the noisy people outta the cabin. And man, does it ever get crazy on those jumbo jets.

Thats all for now. I have new pics of Hunter that I'll be posting.

2006-04-01T09:27:00.000-05:00

Hunter with his Great Grandpa

Hunter is very sleepy!

Hunter at three weeks

Hunter

2006-03-11T10:57:00.000-05:00

Within the first five minutes of birth...

The proud father!

Our New Arrival

2006-03-11T10:48:00.000-05:00

I'm pleased to announce that Hunter William Kuppusamy arrived on March 4, 2006 at 9:55 am. He weighed 9 pounds 8 ounces and was 21 1/2 inches long. A big boy! We're all doing fine - sleep deprived but managing it. And, enjoying little Hunter.

Labor and delivery went good. Actually labor was a lot easier than I expected. I'd hear so many horror stories...I was so scared. But, honestly it wasn't horrible. I actually managed to 7 cm on my own here at home. It was only when I got sick that I started to freak out. I didn't know that was part of labor - transition. So, that's when we went to the hospital.

And, of course once I got there I wanted the epi. I would advise anyone and everyone against that! Because you are confined to your bed. And, the use of a cathitar is so unpleasant - especialy after delivery. I thought I'd get the epi to rest for the pushing phase. I don't think I needed that though because I only pushed for 10/20 minutes and his head was crowning. Of course the doctor wasn't there and he ordered PIT to induce contractions...this baby was coming and everyone walked out of the room. It was just me and hubby and baby was COMING fast. I think it was a psychological ploy to slow me down. Anyway, that was miserable.

What I learned was if the ob doesn't have your same birthing goals. Find another one! I think next time I'm going to have a midwife with me. I want to have someone who won't use meds on whim - like to make his/her schedule convenient...spend less time at hospital...etc.

Well, that's the story for now. Enjoy the pics!

Moving

2006-03-03T00:19:00.000-05:00

For more India stories and pictures I'm going to use the India album I've created. If your interested I'll see you there!

My Guardian Angel

2006-03-02T23:48:00.000-05:00

Do you believe in angels on earth? I am for certain this woman is mine! The story is rather crazy and hubby still says I'm insane for putting so much into this, but I know...I know...this is just so far beyond the mundane.

As you might know already when Anbu and I were first talking marriage his family did not approve. I don't mean they didn't approve but they pulled all kinds of stunts to stop us from marrying. His dad grew a beard and let his hair grow as a sign of mourning. His weekend calls home were spent with his mom going emotionally crazy and threatening to kill herself. So, very stressful! Plus, me on the other side not understanding what the big deal was.

They would say they were going to kill themselves unless he came home. Well, anyone in a relationship with an Indian abroad knows what that means. We'll get married to a local girl one way or another...just get over here. Thankfully, that managed to be avoided. But, I was devestated. I was finally realizing what our marriage meant to his family. And, that I was not wanted much less accepted. But, I loved Anbu so much...and I knew he was the one for me a match truly made in heaven.

I reached out and began to pray. I didn't know what else to do. This was way beyond my control and expertise. I felt so helpless and alone. I knew this was right but couldn't figure out how it was going to work itself out.

Then one night I had a dream. I was in an open field a green field. There were lots of boths and women in saris managing some. They were beautiful women and very friendly. Very eager to talk to me and show me around. One booth in particular had a wood burning stove. I was very curious because this was like the old stoves I had heard my grandma say she cooked on when grandpa worked as a lumberjack and on the railroad in the depression.

As I was examining the stove I saw Anbu's parents. He saw them too. They were talking about something in Tamil. Conveniently I couldn't understand. I saw Anbu pull open the door and he began to step inside. I freaked out, what are you doing? I tried to pull him back and get him into his rational mind. But, he wouldn't budge. He insisted he go into the fire. I was hysterical and in tears and the lovely woman in the beautiful sari was holding me. He told me he was going in that he had to it was the only way we could be together. I told him he'd never make it out that he would surely die. He asked me if I heard of the story Shadrak, Meshak, and Abendigo. Of course, I'd heard many a Sunday School lesson and sermon preached on those three. Then he walked in.

I tried to see if he was in there, but the flames were too high. I was sure he was incinterated. I was fierce and lashed out at his parents. Who were happily watching him go through this. The beautiful woman never left my side. She comforted me and patiently waited. I couldn't leave...I couldn't watch any longer. I saw others in that fire, not just one person. I don't know who they were or how many...and then the door opened and Anbu walked out perfectly fine.

No one at the booth seemed surprised that he walked out of this stove. His parents and I were shocked. He smiled and said I told you it would be fine and here I am.

When I saw this woman in India I saw the face of the woman who comforted me in that dream. I know her to be a very devout woman of faith. She is a Muslim who follows the customs and prays daily as well as read the Koran. I know she is my angel on earth. I believe that her prayers and faith helped sustain me through a very difficult time...even though she didn't know me...there is a higher power and her faith allowed him to work in my life.

2006-03-02T23:39:00.000-05:00

Clockwise:
Vinmathi
My hubby, Anbu, is the one in the blue dothi with green Hawaii shirt (LOL @ style)
Siddhu, my nephew
Vinmathi's husband

A typical day spent trying to stay out of the summer heat!

India

2006-03-02T23:27:00.000-05:00

I miss India so much these days. Perhaps, its because hubby and I keep talking about taking Hunter this winter. But, I think its because of the warmth. No, not literally! Although, it is very warm there. But, just the feeling of humanity in its general most sense. I feel that as a westerner, American in particular, I don't interact socially. I come home, pull my SUV in the garage, and clost the door. But, in India there is no such thing!! So many people and so much to talk about...never any lonliness.

This was my first night in Bodinyakanur, the village where my husband went to High School. I heard bells, singing, laughter, and dancing. The family tried to explain it was nothing just a parade. A parade? A parade for what? Those don't happen every day!! But, alas, India is a country of celebration and parades are very common. This was my first and it was a blast!!

Baby things

2006-03-01T20:30:00.000-05:00

I can't deny I'm getting excited for Hunter's arrival. I've been preparing his layette along the way. I did this because we planned a baby shower after his arrival. That way it cuts down on me (and baby) travelling all over to show the baby. And, people showing up on my doorstep unannounced to a chaotic household. So, I've purchased a few things (ha!) for his first month or so.

This is my favorite and I wish I had known about these precious gowns earlier! They are made by Zackali and much to hubby's dismay I would have bought more. ;-P

You can see more at http://photos.yahoo.com/suggir_bear

Waiting...

2006-03-01T12:15:00.000-05:00

I think this is the most horrible part of pregnancy; the waiting. It's horrible!! I want to meet him already and he's just so happy and content right where he is. I've tried everything from primrose oil to yoga to scrubbing on my hands and knees...and everything in between. Sometimes I find myself wondering if he's even still in there! Like maybe he came out and I didn't know it or worse he's in trouble and I have no idea!!

I'm realizing that being a mom is so much more than I ever imagined. I'll never stopping worrying or fussing over Hunter. I'll never be that really cool mom who is like 'Oh yeah, go do whatever you want I don't care.' I'll never be the mom that says 'Here's the keys, no I don't need to know where your going or who your going with.' Funny. I don't even think those moms are even cool!!

I always thought I'd be the hip mom. The one that let her kids do whatever they wanted. Because, when I was a kid thats what I thought was cool. But, now that I'm an adult and a MOM it just seems careless. I end up thinking, 'Duh, that's how accidents happen.' Perhaps, part of being a mom is trying to prevent accidents especially careless ones.

So, even while Hunter isn't *here* yet I'm already worried about him. Wondering why he doesn't want to come out. Worried he'll never come out. Praying that nothing is wrong with him. Trying to psyche myself up for the delivery. And, wondering what in the world I'll do with a baby...

It just didn't seem real. Still, I don't think it will be real until I see him in his little basinett at the hospital. Until I hold him I won't really realize he's mine...he's ours. It's just so hard to believe...that our prayers have finally been answered and our little boy is almost here...

Post Pregnancy Wants...

2006-03-01T12:08:00.000-05:00

Okay, I admit. I have had the margarita withdrawls since being pregnant. There's just something about all that sour fruit and salt! Although, I admit I had a non-alcoholic version this winter...okay a few. But, they just weren't the same.

I'm also a Martha Stewart junkie. I love watching her show and I love her magazines even more. I have the biggest LIVING collection around! She has wonderful tips (especially on making french toast - you have to check that recipe out!) and ideas for the home. ANYWAY, I was watching the show this week and she had a summer drink recipe that looked and sounded better than any margarita! So, I'm posting it here for everyone to enjoy.

This sounds like a recipe my husband and I had while we were on a *fling* in Texas a few years ago. We ate at this amazing Brazillian BBQ and had a drink similar to this...and whoo-hoo ladies a lot better than a margarita!! As Martha said it will make you 'happy'!

Lemonade Caipirinhas

SERVES 4 TO 6

2 large limes, cut into 16 wedges each

1/2 cup sugar

6 cups crushed ice

1 cup store-bought lemonade

Lemon slices, for garnish (optional)

Lime slices, for garnish (optional)

2 cups cachaça (Brazilian brandy)

1. Using a wooden pestle or spoon, crush limes and sugar in a large glass measuring cup until juices are released; pour in cachaça.

2. Transfer cachaça mixture to a large pitcher, and fill with ice. Stir in lemonade. Divide evenly among glasses. Garnish with lemon and lime slices, if desired.

Note: Recipe adapted from Good Things for Entertaining, 2005.

Nursery Pictures!!

2006-02-25T21:32:00.000-05:00

I've been so busy I've neglected my blog. I have been catering to my nesting instinct, and my husband has been so supportive. He's even gotten into it too as you can see from the pictures. I am so happy with how it turned out!! Can you believe he did all the wood work himself? He even built the shelves from little wooden planks (or what I would call them).

All we need is for the furniture to arrive - ah! No, it's not here yet. But, we have the basinett in our room for the first few months. Knowing me...I won't want to put Hunter in the room all by his lonesome. I can't imagine the trauma moms go through...even the little things seem like milestones.

Tonight I've gotten myself wrapped up in ironing. Hubby is upset it's not his shirts but baby Hunters! Sorry honey! I'll get to yours tomorrow...or Monday...lol.

Yes, we found out we are having a BOY! We are naming him Hunter William after my granpa William who is the best hunter around! When he was 87 he shot his last buck. He even dragged the buck to his truck by himself. He is so amazing and I'm so lucky he's still here (at 97) to see my first baby born.

BTW, you can see more images on http://photos.yahoo.com/anbu_nee

Recipe for Kadai Chicken

2006-01-23T19:36:00.000-05:00

2 lbs chicken
2 tablespoons ghee
4 or 5 red chillis
1 teaspoon coriander powder
2 onions
2 green chillis
2 teaspoons garam masala
appox 2 or so tomatoes
3 peppers (sweet) roughly diced (big enough so they don't melt in the curry)
1/2 cup (or more if you like) fresh coriander
Salt and Pepper to taste

1. Skin the chicken and cut into pieces.
2. Chop tomatoes, green chillies, coriander leaves, onions, capsicum.
3. Heat ghee in wok, add red chillies then add onions and saute till light brown.
4. Add ginger garlic paste and stir for a minute then add coriander powder.
5. Add tomatoes and fry then add green chillies.
6. Simmer for 5-6 mins then add chicken and capsicum and cook until fat floats on
top and gravy is thick and chicken is cooked.
7. Sprinkle garam masala.
8. Add coriander leaves and stir.
9. Taste for salt and seasoning.
10. Remove onto a wok, garnish with chopped coriander leaves and slices of tomatoes.

PS: Don't add the garam masala at the last - only later in the cooking. You don't want to taste uncooked masala!

Kadai Chicken

2006-01-18T17:35:00.000-05:00

I love Kadai Chicken curry! We are having a party next weekend and everyone wants Indian food. So...I'm going to make:

Kadai Chicken Cury
Veg Korma
Veg Briyani
Roti
Carrot Halwa

And am in need of a veg side dish...just simple vegetable...anyone have any ideas?

Snow in Delhi

2006-01-18T14:35:00.000-05:00

Was watching the Asian Variety Show a few days back. They always have the newest Bollywood films and the reviews from movie goers. As well as a few interviews with the actors/actresses/directors etc. (All in Hindi and I can't understand unless they say "Awesome")

But, it was snowing! I thought it was fake snow just for cameras sake, but my husband was not so convinced...so, I thought you Delhites would solve this for us!

INDIA

2006-01-18T14:31:00.000-05:00

If you haven't noticed already I've started another blog called 'India 2007'. We are planning to go to India with baby. However, it seems we might go yet this year...but either way I'll keep you posted on the dates so you can check the pictures and posts.

I've already been warned I'll have nearly a thousand rituals, rites, and poojas to do. So, that should be interesting - I've never experienced these things. I think my Idian famiy was being gentle with me...I guess that's over :))

Nursery

2006-01-18T14:28:00.000-05:00

Sorry guys. As you guessed the nursery did not get finished. I have been promised that it will be done this weekend. We'll see...especially since I'm going to be gone Saturday afternoon.

I have a girls *night* out planned for lunch on Saturday. So, that means that hubby will probably sleep til noon. Unless he has a tennis match. And, I won't be there to nag nag nag...

We special ordered the bedroom door from Home Depot on New Years Eve. Probably a bad day to make such a purchase, but we had waited so long just to oder the door. They told us a week...and it's been nearly three. I hope this isn't how the rest of our nursery orders are going to go!!

Yehaw!

2006-01-13T10:52:00.000-05:00

The baby room is coming into shape! The chair rail moldings have all been cut. They are ready to be assembled. The next thing is painting and I've been told that will start tomorrow!! Who knows, maybe I can post some pictures of the nursery this weekend at the pace we are going!!

Clarification

2006-01-13T10:48:00.000-05:00

Christmas post:

I have no problem Indianizing the Christmas tree. In fact, we do that too - with ornaments hand crafted in India. In fact, some are really fancy metal animals. However, I don't see how you can celebrate Christmas with Hindu gods on your tree and a pooja.

It's like me celebrating Ganapati by going to a Christian mass and decorating my house with a nataivity scene and crosses depecting the crucifixtion.

Just my opinion...

FLU

2006-01-13T10:38:00.000-05:00

I've missed writing in my blog!

My sister and her husband came over on Saturday (it was by birthday on Sunday). It was so nice to have them over and sit and chat and just relax!! Especially after a long day. However, my sister was recovering from the flu -- and I guess I picked it up from her.

I hate the flu and am glad to be much better.

On the subject of flu - I've heard that Delhi had to shut down it's schools for three days because of the extreme cold. I just can't imagine that furnaces are something common in North Indian homes. Does anyone know how they are managing the cold?

Why I'm so upset...

2006-01-06T03:02:00.000-05:00

I don't know. Something just got under my skin. When you celebrate Christmas isn't CHRIST involved? Did not Christmas come from CHRIST MASS?

How can you celebrate the birth of Christ, even calling it CHRISTMAS with a CHRISTMAS tree full of idols?

Hm, maybe it's that people celebrate Christmas these days for social reasons. Not because they are religious at all...*heavy sigh*

I am my own person...

2006-01-06T02:10:00.000-05:00

Why do women set each other up for failure? Why do we judge each other and set standards for other women? Why are women so caddy?

This comes from a yahoo group that I'm on. I stated that as an American woman I need to assert my individuality. That means while I am married to my husband I still am seperate. I am my own person. While somethings we share there are others I do not wish to share. I like remaining my own person in a relationship. This means:

That just because my husband is from India,
Just because he has a different cultural
He is a different race
or a different religion

I don't have to change for him. If hubby wanted a perfect Indian wife he could have had one of his choosing.

Miracles do happen...

2006-01-05T08:10:00.000-05:00

I can't hardly believe it, but hubby has really picked up the ball. He came home from work and did a workout on the treadmill. Then, he cleared out the guest room to prepare for the baby's room!! So, everything is out of the room and all that needs done is some painting work.

There was lots of furniture so I expected to have to nag. Or, at least hear some complaints that I'm not helping him. Nope, none of these. I was making dinner and heard the rumblings of heavy furntiure. Then the sounds of heavy furniture falling down the stairs (apparantly that was monitored) since I couldn't help. But hey no complaints. I'm actually stunned. I thought I was dreaming - maybe hubby has been reading my blog!!

However, he was quite grouchy aftwards. But, I just ignored it and said he was being petty. Nothing some fresh yoghurt and a tall glass of water won't fix. :))

I'm getting excited...only 7 weeks left!! I'm going this week to pick out bedding and pictures and those things. So, at least they can get ordered...the furniture won't be in until middle of March anyway...AAHHH, it's almost here!!

2006-01-04T21:56:00.000-05:00

This is the altar at Santa Maria Novella

It's so amazing, the marble work and

In the background the wonderful paintings on

The wall; during mass the monks

Sit behind the altar (there are pews behind)

and chant.

2006-01-04T21:51:00.000-05:00

This is the front view of Santa Maria Novella

2006-01-04T21:45:00.000-05:00

The atmostphere of something bigger than me

Here I am in the Santa Maria Novella

Lighting candles and praying for the baby I'm now carrying

This was an amazing church, check out the marble floors

The whole building is marble, you can kind of make out the inlay

work around the doors.

Even at the entrance (front) of the church

It was decorated with marble inlay work.

Things that I Love

2006-01-04T21:35:00.000-05:00

Art

I love the art in the old churches

All over Italy in any church you'll find

The most beautiful mable inlay (rivaling the Taj)

And ceilings like this one (The Baptistry in Florence)

People, lots of people

This was the people of Rome celebrating

Because even when we die; we live

St. Peter's Square at night

This was the night that the pope passed away

Masala

2006-01-04T13:41:00.000-05:00

I am making dosai this week and wonder if anyone has a good masala recipe. I'm looking for one that is not spicy like Udupi's. Also, Udupi puts some crunchy dhal in their version - anyone know what this is? Is this the same that Tamilians put in their coconut chutney?

The Christmas Tree

2006-01-04T11:50:00.000-05:00

Why is it always so much easier to put the Christmas tree up than it is to take it down? It seems like such a chore with lots of biting that ends up with needles all over the floor. And, at least one broken ornament. This year hubby was so mad at the whole thing he was literally throwing ornaments of the tree at me. I was the putter-awaywer of the ornaments.

We picked out this NASTY tree with the longest needles I've ever seen. They clogged up the vaccum everytime I tried to clean up. However, it was about 14 feet high. Usually I'm the Christmas guru, but this year I was the grinch. I think hubby tried to cheer me up with it, but it didn't work.

So, when it was time for him to take this tree down - he took it down with vegence. It took three people just to get it up and in the tree stand. He comes inside with his chain saw! Amongst my protests some sense got knocked in, and he came back with pruners. He tore that tree limb for limb until there was a huge pile of brush that filled my living room end to end up to the fireplace mantle. I was dumbfounded. I invisioned all the needles under there that needed picked up.

So, how do you get rid of this tree all torn apart? Throw each piece out the nearest window. Yes, it's still sitting there now. And, what about all those nasty needles? Ask the nearest pregnant woman to get on her hands and knees and pick them up. No, I refused to pick up even one needle. I must say, hubby can vacuum quite well...lets see how I can put that to good use...

New Years

2005-12-29T12:04:00.000-05:00

I am so excited over my New Years plans. We are going to to Udupi for breakfast/lunch. They have a dosai buffet with sombar, chutney, masala, idlis, and so much more. They have the best dosai around. There are many North Indian resteraunts closer but they don't serve dosai except once or twice a year. And, at that they are very spongey.

I think for New Years Eve we are going to have a small party here at the house. I'll make my favorite Indian dishes. One is poha with onions, potatoes, and homeade peanuts (no cauliflower). Pallou with peas and chicken curry or maybe just rajma. But, hubby likes chicken so we'll see what happens. The chicken curry with rajma instead reminds of an updated American style chilli only better!!

I'm debating wether or not to take down the Christmas decorations (especially the tree). What is everyone else doing?

Indian Male Roles in Family

2005-12-28T23:51:00.000-05:00

From what I've seen in my husband and his friends (also from Tamil Nadu) they all have a blantant disrespect for their in laws. Their wifes act like it's no big deal and don't even say anything. The guys all laugh about it.

But, if I were to treat his family like he treats mine he would start a HUGE argument. He once told me that his family was now mine and I'd better learn to like it. But, he can't make the same commitment, but expects me to. How does this work and why is it so unbalanced? Shouldn't both sides make the same commitment?

His parents do strange things and things I don't like. He's already told me when we go back (Jan. 06) I will have to do a lot of Hindu things for the children, even though we are both Catholic.

Which brings me to another beef: He made me tell my parents (fundamentalists) about my conversion to Catholicsim, but he never told his. To this day he will not tell them. He said that when the came they would find out on their own. But, now that we are going there --- he's swept it under the rug.

Christmas

2005-12-28T23:37:00.000-05:00

I've neglected posting because I just didn't even want to go there. I know, I sound like I'm whining all the time. This one was just bad - I'll continue to blame that on the hormones.

First, my husband decided he was going to decide how we were going to spend the holidays. This was on Christmas Eve! Every year for the past five years we have done the same thing. This year he chooses to find his own traditions on the holiday itself. He put up one hell of a fight nearly pushing me into labor -- literally I was having Braxton Hicks.

We were to be at my grandparents at 6:00 p.m. We had a football game at 1 p.m. and another party at 4:00 pm. So, it was crazy. He didn't want to leave the first party and got on my back because my grandma orders pizza (they are both in their 80's!! Give them a break) and doesn't cook a traditional meal. Finally, we get there and he goes on and on about the first party and the food.

On Christmas day I was preparing food to take to my moms. I did all the shopping and wrapping for Christmas, he didn't help me with one thing. I had to beg him to help with shopping because I couldn't walk around the mall all day by myself lugging this baby around my middle. So, I had lots of wrapping left to do on Christmas day. This is when he decides he doens't want to go to my mom's after all. He wants to stay home, light the fire, and drink hot cocoa. He hates cocoa. So, he decided he'll go in the GARAGE and sit in the SUV.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to get ready to leave. And, he's relaxing in the CAR?? I swear he does this on purpose just to push my buttons. Anyway we arrive at my parents --- and we have lunch at about 1 pm. After lunch we opened presants and were drinking. It's about two hours after eating and he says he's ready to leave. Everyone looks at me like, what?? I don't even know what to say...

Yes, my parents are strange. One day I'll write about them. I just don't see how I can get out of going over there for the holiday. I never ask him to go over there other than that. It's going to get crazy with the baby. He hates them and doesn't try to hide it...which puts me in a comfy place!!

So, that was my Christmas. I hope everyone else out there had a better one. One bit of good news is that my sister is EIGHT WEEKS PREGNANT!! And, hubby is already making it a competition...

Strange things...

2005-12-28T23:19:00.000-05:00

Get your own reindeer for Christmas! Hurry, bidding ends soon!!

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Donkeys are Lucky

2005-12-28T15:16:00.000-05:00

In the dark of night sweat poured from my sun burnt face. Being thrifty, I used the unfastened edge of my wedding sari as a towel. A ravening fire sped from the blacksmith’s shop lighting the dirt road before me. I glanced to my left – it was still there. I was half surprised to see it again. I thought surely it wouldn’t survive. A small hut made of tightly knitted coconut leaves like potholders my sister and I made as a child. An old man and his wife huddled close to a small fire crafted of carefully collected sticks. The old woman had cautiously hung a black kettle filled with simmering sombar over the tee-pee fire. Yes, it had survived that hot morning.

No street lights to guided me. I relied solely on the lights of the small open shops along the roadside. There were no doors or windows in these shops. They resembled huts carved from thick cement chunks. Large black chunky dollops clung to the cement of the houses surrounding the city. Some were laid in patterns while others laid in simple rows. How uncanny that the street in this large city with lots of roaming cows had no cow droppings…

The night sky was as black as coal. It hung thick like an old woman’s window drapery. Still, hoards of people meddled in the street. Their loud chatter turned silent as I walked by. I could feel their eyes lingering on my back. Suddenly aware of jasmine flowers strung around the knot at the nape of my neck. Feeling fat in a world of skinny people all the while knowing this strange outfit I was wearing only made my butt look bigger. This was a bad idea, but I muddled on.

A few more turns and I was at the Internet Café of Bodinayakanur. It was my first contact with friends and family since leaving for India nearly a week ago. I was relieved. It was almost like going home, or at least like talking on the phone. It took me away from here for a few moments. This place was like visiting another planet. Nothing was same. Nothing was familiar. And, all too soon I found myself leaving the cafe and saying good-bye again.

By now it was almost 11 o’clock in the evening, local time. The streets nearly empty now except for a few cows and roaming dogs. I lost control of my hands and body and before I knew it I was reaching out to pet a stray bull. Anbu, my husband, didn’t realize what I was doing until it was too late. The bull snarled, then growled and lunged at me. I had no idea that cows were so large. Much less, that my cow was even a bull at all. Anbu pulled me safety and lectured me on petting strange animals. I love animals. How am I not supposed to feel pity for all the animals homeless, hungry, and hot? In the midst of our debate the whole city went black.

I was paralyzed with fright. I told my legs to go, but they refused. My conscience asked where am I supposed to go? I couldn’t even see my hand when I held it to my face. Silence was lost to booming masculine voices. Fear filled every inch of my body. Anbu shouted at me to move. We had to get home. My feet were still locked in place, and I couldn’t convince them to move. All I could think about now was that bull. What if there was another stray animal waiting out there? What if Anbu’s stories of wild animals eating humans were true? I was not moving.

Then the barber came. He chatted with husband in Tamil for a few moments. They tried to bargain with the blacksmith for a stick of light to get me home. He told them he would sell us a stick for 100 rupees. Obviously he was aware of the strange white girl stuck outside his shop. Finally, in the midst of bargaining and complaining about charging for sticks the lights came back on.

I was in the midst of receiving yet another lecture in one night when I saw a donkey at the end of an alley. I stopped. Yes, again I stopped in the middle of the road. Anbu started to become agitated again until he too saw the donkey. It was just like the donkey I saw in Pinocchio. I imagined that it was Donkey from Shrek and waited for it to talk to me. Somehow the donkey wasn’t amused and wouldn’t speak. Instead he began to huff and puff. I stood mesmerized by the sounds of the donkey. Anbu was still trying to get me to move along, it’s only a donkey. Then it did it; it made the most amazing noise. It sounded like a genuine Texas cowboy being thrown to the wild cattle. Wow. A donkey scuffling making that noise took away my apprehension. I was so impressed.

I walked back to the house imagining how I would tell my in-laws about the donkey. Anbu thought I was being silly; a donkey is no big deal. When I got back everyone had a chuckle over the donkey. However, my father-in-law said I was very lucky. To run across a donkey that eeeeaaaaaawwwws like a long tall Texan is very good luck.

Rafting

2005-12-22T10:41:00.000-05:00

I love love love love love love love (etc.) white water rafting. It is the most fun I've ever had. The rush of the water and the spin of the rapids around huge glacier like boulders makes me feel like Tarzan. Then, I hear my guide shout 'DIG IT IN. DIG IT IN. HARDER!!' as our raft gets flung around boulder after boulder. I can feel the water try to suck my raft with its powerful undertow, but I dig it in harder. Sweat dripping, heart pumping, and adrenaline rushing through my viens I look to the bank surrounding me.

Whew, we made it past that rapid. Now, on the next rapid.

We love doing the Yough, it's so close to our house only a few hours away. And, the upper Yough is the best! It's a class V during the right season (early spring when the snow has melted, and spring rain has appeared). The best part of the ride is the American Rapids five fast consecutive rapids. Aw man, great. This was the point my husband fell out of his raft!! But, he survived after I dove in after him....hehehehe, Yes, I did save his life. :)

Update

2005-12-22T10:33:00.000-05:00

Oh man. It has been a crazy last couple of weeks. School is coming to a close - FINALLY. I am finishing my finals this week. Yes, the week before Christmas. Talk about a mad house; you should see my house!

I just turned in my project, the one that has been sucking up my life for the past three weeks. So, it's time to unwind and update everyone.

My mother-in-law went home!!!!!!!!

Finally, that stress is over. And, of course it is all my husbands fault this whole thing happened. I'm still not sure how that logic came about. I guess it is the son's responsiblity to work these issues out in his family/area history. And, he did a poor job. Well, he basically was the middle man.

My Christmas shopping is done!! All that needs done now is the wrapping. My favorite part, right. Who has time for wrapping? I don't see why I just can't give you your gift your just going to tear the wrapping paper off. All that time I spent wrapping it nicely is in a bundle on the floor.

I am a grinch. I blame it on hormones. Usually I'm a Christmas freak. This year there is not an ounce of Christmas joy in my blood. Not even a cookie to be found in my house. Well, you could count the 14 DOZEN I made for my husband's work place.

I'll tell you what I am excited about - Christmas Eve. Dh bought me a 'you finished your school' presant. Tickets to the Browns/Steelers football game on New Years Eve. WooHoo! I'm an avid Steelers fan and he an avid Browns fan. So, this should be interesting...

The Weekly Phone Call

2005-12-03T22:44:00.000-05:00

Now that people are actually reading my blog I feel kind of strange writting about my personal life. But, honestly I can't talk about these things anywhere but here. I guess you all understand anyway. So, I guess this is stil the place for now.

We talked to aathi (mother in law) tonight and mama (father in law) last night. I guess this situation is permanent. Now they are fighting over money. Aathi wants half of everything including mama's pension. She also is fighting for half of the sale of their home in Bodi. Of course mama is not like this situation, and is not going to give half unless there is a court divorce and it's ordered as part of that.

Mama said he wants to come here in the summer. Of course this is without Aathi. So, I can imagine how she will feel. Then there is the trouble of hosting both of them seperately while still working out their marital property. Ugh.

I finally got dh to agree that we will not host them at all. Regardless of what happens they are not coming here. I think it's best for our sanity. So, if anything we'll go to India. However, it's crazy because it's like who are we supposed to stay with? If we stay with Aathi then Mama will be mad and vice versa. Both of my sister in laws are working. And, one is doing her masters degree. Then, the other sister in law's husband is just strange. He's too friendly...

All this has dh reeling. He's so upset that this is happening to his family. He's ashamed and doesn't want me to tell my family or our friends. Plus, the baby is coming soon...I just can't believe that his parents have resigned themselves to this. I don't know what to think. They are both elderly, and have been together for a long time. I've never heard of this happening in India.

Best Thingsabout India

2005-12-01T00:05:00.000-05:00

My favorite part of India are the people. Strangely, the same negative is also the positive. In India you are never alone. The house is swarming with people. Relatives, friends, neighbors, passer bys who wonder what all the comotion is about.

AND, who can forget 'SAMY IS COMING, SAMY IS COMING'!!

The parades. For every ocassion there is a parade. On my first night in India I heard bells in the street. I had never heard bells before, especially in the streets. I looked at my husband and he says 'Samy is coming'. I said 'Who is coming?'

When I got to the end of the sidewalk to see what was going on, I see men dancing. They were wearing traditional dothis that were black and yellow. They seemed very fancy and even appeared to have folds in the them. They had even had live music and LOTS of elephants (love the elephants!). And lights and decorations. The elephants were wearing bells. It was the best! Every day, at least once, there was a parade. The dancers where so happy, they smiled and waved. They even stopped the procession so I could take pictures!!

Honestly, I miss the comotion. The buzzing of voices and the warmth of a full house. It seems like here I only get to experience a similar warmth at Christmas time. But, even then it's just not the same.

Questions:

2005-11-30T23:55:00.000-05:00

I've never understood how sodas sitting in the Indian hot sun are 'cool' drinks?

Also, why chewing tabaccoo is red...and stains your face pink as it drips down your face. Why is put in a leaf?

Why is toothpaste a dried reb herbal thingy? And, not a paste?

Why can I never find dosai here that half way compares to that in India? I even do it myself, with a stone grinder...comes out better than the resteraunts...but never the same.

Dhal; is there a secret? I had the best dahl on my sister in law's family farm. THE BEST DAHL. I am not a dahl person...but oh man, it was great.

Post Thanksgiving

2005-11-28T18:35:00.000-05:00

Well, here I am again. I enjoyed the holiday, it was completely dramaless. It was nice not to have to deal with anyone else's problems. However, I wished that I didn't have to deal with my own sometimes ;P.

I think hubby is having problems dealing with my pregnancy and the thoughts of a new member of the family. I just hope he'll lighten up. Perhaps, it's only the holiday stress causing his flare ups. I dunno. He's just been so touchy and emotional. Sometimes I wonder if he isn't preggo too!!

I found a really funny quote today on www.babycenter.com

Some women carry triplets; one in their belly and one on each thigh. ROFL! Who woulda thought...

OTHER NEWS:

Mother in law is still gone, and she says she won't go back to her husband unless he comes to get her. She's sticking to her guns. Funny, I can understand her prediciment. Having lived with her son for close to six years....I see the parallels. Ugh. I hope this is not the type of crotchity behavior that I have in store for me.

Why are men so senseless sometimes? Why do they like to push our buttons and watch the explosion? Why even go there?

My biggest beef is that we send $200 - $300 to hubby's parents every month. This doesn't include gifts and extras. Or, the gifts we give to his two sisters and their kids. But, when it comes to my family and Christmas we can only spend $200. I mean come on. Then he says, oh yeah I think I'll send some extra money home this month for my parents. And, I'm not supposed to say anything. Rather, I'm supposed to be happy about the situation.

Don't get me wrong, we've had this discussion since before we were married. Yes, there was a deal. The deal was send the money to his parents no complaints from me. However, at Christmas time we would spend money on my family. Now, hubby wants out of the deal. Well, I should say that he still wants to give money to his parents but forego Christmas for mine.

I guess he's probably is stressed over money and is looking for ways to cut down expenses. However, this really is a once a year expense. And, sending money home to India is a monthly expense. But, of course he'll never see it that way. And, I'm tired, achy back, have exams this week, and don't want to argue about it tonight. Ah, the usual. I'm just too easy going - but this argument won't die quickly.

He even started emailing me the transactions. Asking me what they are for (copied from the statement) and letting me know I've spent "x" amount of the Christmas money. Am I just being stupid here?

Lovely

2005-11-28T18:30:00.000-05:00

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Happy Thanksgiving!

2005-11-23T21:33:00.000-05:00

Don't eat too much turkey...

Another Day, Another Drama

2005-11-23T21:26:00.000-05:00

Well, I called this one.

Dh is on the phone with the in laws right now. He can't wait to know what is going on. Yes, he is now worried about his parents drama, and feels bad he yelled at them. UGH. You know they are going to bring all their drama to my house when they visit this baby. Dh will be at work and guess who will deal with it!

I'll never forget the first time I came home from school/work and found my father in law, bare chested, in a dothi tied like a diaper sitting at my kitchen table. YUCK! Oh God. I nearly died of embarassment and nausea. Talk about hairy...

THEN, they asked me to do some of their laundry. Apparently they had never done their own laudry. (Now I know not to be true) Guess what they gave me? YES, My father in laws JOCKEYS!!! AAAAHHHH

Talk about mental anguish. You know they did that on purpose. I told dh when he came home...yes, he was mad and sad for them to do their own wash. It was then he told me his mom had a washer and dryer and did her own laundry. Why would they do that?

NEWS FLASH: My mother in law has not returned home. I'm sure I'll get the full scoop when dh is off the phone. :( :( :( :(

2005-11-21T19:41:00.000-05:00

Oh Boy!

2005-11-21T19:19:00.000-05:00

Drama, drama, drama

And, people say that American girls are full of all kinds of drama. Let me tell you, I have NEVER had the amount of drama in my life before I married into a South Indian family. Oh my God, what was I thinking? I was so young, niave, and very clueless. I've said before, and I mean it now more than ever, if I had met my in laws before marriage I would have never married my husband.

Why? How could I be so insensitive and disrespectful to my husband?

Well, let me begin with last night's phone call to my in laws. We (or he, dh) calls home every weekend. If not, his parents call asking if I miscarried the baby. (nice) So, I was anxious to hear the newest scoop on them being fearful of me and the tiny newborn. I ended up pushing dh to call. Boy was I sad.

Turns out the in laws had a huge fight over the sale of their home. My mother in law wanted to go to the house and pick up her furnishings. Especially an old dosai/chutney stone hand grinding mill sort of thing. I guess it caused a huge argument because my father in law had told the buyers they could have everything. The buyers told my mother in law she could take nothing from the house that it was theirs now --- even though they haven't paid for the house.

Mother in law hears that her husband had given her things to these people and gets upset. Father in law says she is irrational and they don't need anything there anyway. Why cause problems. This doesn't help her. So, he tells her that if she doesn't like it she can leave.

So she walks out.

Yup, she is gone. She says she has no intention of coming back unless he comes to get her and ask her back. He says he is having a hard time feeding himself, and wants her back. He also alleges that she has complete control over the money and treats him like a slave. She says its all hogwash.

After about three hours back and forth trying to mediate dh gives up. He says, I send money home every month. I'll split it between the two of you. You tell me where you are staying and I'll send it. I don't want your problems and hangs up the phone.

Ah, great. You see, when they come here this is the type of thing we will be dealing with. A new screaming baby, a husband trying to adjust to this little creature that sucks his wife's time, and screaming in laws that he will also have to mediate. Do you see the strain on the relationship?

People always quote my in laws stats about Americans and how they divorce all the time. Especially, when married to an Indian. Dear LORD! If it wasn't for the in laws we'd have a perfect marriage. Do they not see the strain they put on the marriage?

Isn't also sad that after all these years of marriage (in their 70s) they can't work anything out. They are still fighting for power and control over each other and the relationship. Sheesh. Aren't you tired of all this yet? I mean I've only been married to dh for four years and I am clean tired of it. Dh takes it in stride - I've been doing this since I was a child.

Wow, what an awesome childhood. Not only do you have peer pressure and the normal kid teasings (esp, since dh was so light skinned) but have to deal with your parents arguing all the time. Then, on top of that, to have to mediate their arguments. That is no place for a child.

SO, this means that this is crap that comes into my home. *UGH* I really need a stress ball!

Dh said that this was the last straw. We were not going there and they definately are not coming here to visit. If it takes two years to see the child than fine - that's the way it is.

We'll see how long that lasts. I think that attidue will be over before Saturday rolls around again. I bet that he'll feel so guilty about the way he spoke to his mom he'll call an apologize before Thanksgiving....I'll keep you posted....

gunduwhitegirl

Inbreeding

2005-11-18T21:35:00.000-05:00

I was reading another blog titled Pickled Politics and found they have a lot of interesting news, especially from India. One that really got me thinking was an article about inbreeding. I know that in most parts of the world inbreeding is taboo. However, in my husband's family and village it is common place.

Actually, it is better to marry your cousin or niece rather than a village outsider. Is this creepy or what? Then again = to put in perspective = most of these villagers cook over an open fire and collect their fire sticks early every morning...

More Drama...

2005-11-18T21:08:00.000-05:00

I can't help but think they are trying to punish dh. It feels like they are still upset with him and see this as a way to get back at him. To them, everything is a pawn. A pawn to get their own way. As much progress as we make in our relationship I still feel like we always end up two steps back. Perhaps I'm trying just trying too hard. And, want them to see their grandbaby more than they do.

They told dh that if he had stayed in India this wouldn't be an issue. Sounds like a punishment to me. I just feel so bad for dh, because this is my fault. Perhaps not totally...but I still played a part. I feel like I need to *fix* things.

So, I guess answered my own question - just stay out and let dh handle this. Just like our marriage tell that this is it you decide what you want. But, it's hard isn't it? I mean how do you treat your family like they are inconsequential? Then get sleep at night to boot...

It just bugs me that after all this time I'm still the cause of dissention and argument. I feel they may never get over dh marrying me. And, that sucks.

Roman Catholic

2005-11-17T14:40:00.000-05:00

Okay, I guess that quiz wasn't way off. I went through the RCIA program during Easter Vigil '05 at St. Hilary's (www.st-hilary.org) . The following week we went to Italy for a pilgramage of sorts. We have a ton of pics!

Pics: http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/anbu_nee/my_photos

Quiz on Theological View...

2005-11-17T14:11:00.000-05:00

You scored as Roman Catholic. You are Roman Catholic. Church tradition and ecclesial authority are hugely important, and the most important part of worship for you is mass. As the Mother of God, Mary is important in your theology, and as the communion of saints includes the living and the dead, you can also ask the saints to intercede for you.

Roman Catholic

82%

Emergent/Postmodern

71%

Neo orthodox

64%

Reformed Evangelical

57%

Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan

54%

Classical Liberal

50%

Modern Liberal

46%

Charismatic/Pentecostal

11%

Fundamentalist

What's your theological worldview?
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So I'm Crazy...

2005-11-16T22:27:00.000-05:00

Okay, I admit. I over reacted to dh's comments in regards to the baby issue. I am packed full of pregnancy hormones, and blew it out of porportion. Well, I guess these days I blow everything out of porportion.

We were talking about his parents not wanting to visit the baby. I'm sure that's hurtful to him. And, had an impact on what he was saying. But, I heard him say that and took it out of the context of the conversation. We have frequent flier miles and wether we should use them and go, or one of us go (if I was pregnant again). Don't think that will happen; in fact, there are ways to make certain of that...

Kushboo

2005-11-16T22:06:00.000-05:00

It seems that when South Indian women take control of their lives they are demeaned by society. Kushboo, a famous actress, spoke out in support of safe sex. She told women to not have sex, but if they did wear a condom - duh. She spoke out in concern over the rising incidence of AIDS.

She encouraged women to take control of their sexuality. She was subsequently prosecuted, jailed, and fined for her comments. Even the townspeople gathered to condemn her. SHEESH.

Get the full scoop herehttp://www.chennaionline.com/colnews/newsitem.asp?NEWSID={50C5C069-7D52-418A-8E9E-2BA016853E7A}&CATEGORYNAME=Indo-Pak%20stand-off

My Blog

2005-11-16T17:15:00.000-05:00

Hi!

I'm a Gundu White Girl!!

What is a Gundu White Girl?

My husband is from Tamil Nadu and in Tamil gundu means 'fat' o r 'exsessive weight gain'. I am an American born and raised in Ohio. I'm not used to the inlaws being so invasive and controlling. So, I guess this blog is a release. Heck, I really need to talk to someone who understands -- few are far between so, I'll just talk to my computer :)))

Someone is bound to find this site and understand!!

So, my in laws also call me white girl. My father in law never fails to mention that he protested the British and walked with Gahndi as a child. Now his only son has married one. What a disappointment.

They just trip me out sometimes. Like they know how much we wanted kids and after numerous fertility treatments we are expecting. And, guess what? They don't want to see the baby. They tell dh that they are afraid of me. I've never done anything to them. I let my mil take things from the house (1/2 she never told me about). I even gave her my tupperware!!

Okay, this sounds like a boo hoo post. But, today was the kicker. DH said he would take the baby to India w/o me knowing. Isn't that kidnapping? I guess there are still lots of cultural kinks to work out.

GunduWhiteGirl

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Off to India!

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Advice for buysing salwars...

The Growing Baby...

Hunter

Our New Arrival

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My Guardian Angel

India

Baby things

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Post Pregnancy Wants...

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Recipe for Kadai Chicken

Kadai Chicken

Snow in Delhi

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Yehaw!

*Clarification*

FLU

Why I'm so upset...

I am my own person...

Miracles do happen...

Things that I Love

Masala

The Christmas Tree

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Indian Male Roles in Family

Christmas

Strange things...

Donkeys are Lucky

Rafting

Update

The Weekly Phone Call

Best Thingsabout India

Questions:

Post Thanksgiving

Lovely

Happy Thanksgiving!

Another Day, Another Drama

Oh Boy!

Inbreeding

More Drama...

Roman Catholic

Quiz on Theological View...

So I'm Crazy...

Kushboo

My Blog

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