Death's Doorstep.....or Entertainment Center

We've all pondered our own deaths. Some more than others. Ahem. But I think today I found the perfect way to preserve my loved ones when they go. Or, they can "do unto me" the same way. You can have your loved one's rotting corpse preserved in this nice little ensemble - WHILE YOU WATCH THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL!!!! What on earth could be better than that I ask you?

So, imagine - - now your spouse is, uh, taking a dirt nap and you bring home a date. You can sit on the couch and make out right in front of "Door Number One." How cool is that? And notice the little cubby holes for books and picture frames.

Once again - poke my eyes out; I've seen it all.

Fatima-in-the-box

The Perfect Afternoon

This pretty much says it all. This is where I want to spend my afternoon. I'm going to go ask Akbar at 7-11 if he'll let me hang out in the cooler. He's pretty cool; he'll probably let me. It's 100 degrees in Baltimore today, and I'm still mad at "Pig" my husband - so this will work out perfectly!

Thirsty Fatima

Husbands Suck

That's all. If you don't think so know, you will. They're pigs and liars and fatmouths. No wonder God created them first. I can hear Him/Her now, "oops," gotta fix that! And then woman was made!

Fatima hates men

Mom's Home Cooking

Oh dear. I've let the monster loose. I took my mom shopping with me Saturday morning. She made the comment on the way home, "Do you guys like meatloaf?" A little too quickly, and without near enough thought, I replied, 'yeah.'

Oh, Fatima. Have you learned nothing in your sad, sorry existence on earth? Don't you remember the food substances of your youth?

Let's see. Friday, I got home from work and mom had made "Pudding from Hell." This recipe consists of Lemon Jell-O, cottage cheese, Miracle Whip, shredded carrots, chopped up red onion, bell peppers and celery. No. I am not kidding.

Saturday was the meatloaf incident. I do like meatloaf. My meatloaf. Or, my husband's. But not the thing she made the other night with a glob of ketchup running down the center of it.

Last night was her version of spaghetti, which would make most true Italians weep over the Madonna and say 10 Hail Mary's.

How do I get her to stop before she makes her infamous Frito Pie? If I were mean, I'd tell her that she's been looking a little pale lately and that she might want to go lay down........for a few days.........hmmm....

Fatima w/clogged arteries

what we all fear.........

I Rebuke My Last Entry.....Temporarily...

It's just far too much change and stress to try and become veg while my mother is in the house; my husband is always in a bad mood; so is my 19 year old (moody as hell, I tell ya!); and toddler, well, she's a toddler. I think once my mom gets her own place and my life can settle down a bit, I'll try it for at least 5-6 days per week, and then go from there to see what I think, how I like it, what my body does, etc.

I also am busy with grad school right now, and working in a career that's just not totally fulfilling to me. So, Fatima is going to quit pondering so much right now and learn to live a little bit more.

Peace. Fatima