Why I Like Baby Girls

This is some random blog i read n i was thrilled there are people out there who share my point of view. I love baby girls n I'm saying that because i don't like boys; babies, teens, men, old, all! Every word written in this blog post is just what i feel and there are other things about girls too which i like, they are sensitive and caring and no matter how tough or strong, they have soft corners alright! There's a lot more i can say on this topic which I'll do later maybe. So here's that blog post.

What is it about girls that everyone wants one? I am sure, on the back of the news that Victoria Beckham is having a girl after three boys, there are many women who are green with envy. It used to be we all wanted boys – they fight wars, earn money, protect us when our menfolk are away. But we’ve all moved on from that. Now, all anyone wants is a girl. I hear it all the time, pregnant women who tell me they are hoping for a girl. 'I just wouldn’t know what to do with a boy,’ they say.

I know how they feel for I have three boys and one girl. When I had my first son Raymond 14 years ago, I was convinced he was a girl. I couldn’t imagine myself having a boy. When I called my mother after giving birth to tell her I’d had a boy and not a girl she said, 'Oh dear. I hope you’re not too disappointed.’ But I adjusted. I just assumed the next one would be a girl.

But it wasn’t. It was Leonard, now eight and the one after that was Jerry, six. It was only when I’d persuaded my husband to try for a fourth that I decided to get a bit more proactive about getting a girl. I went online and got a kit. I took my temperature on a daily basis, changed my diet, and finally got a girl. The day the doctor told me I cried for joy for hours on end.

But why did I want one so? Why do women such as myself and Mrs Beckham become so desperate we will continue to have children and go to all sorts of extreme lengths, just so we can put the pink balloons out?

For me, it’s partly probably to do with the fact that I have such a close relationship with my mother. I know boys love their mothers. I know my boys adore me, and at the moment, I am their only shining light of womanhood. But one day some other person is going to come along and take my place and then...they will go. Not in their entirety but away they will sail off in to a land of love and possibly paternity and all I will be is mother-of-the-groom and granny-once-removed. When children come along I shall have to bite my tongue and be secondary in the pecking order to the Other Grandmother.

But a girl…oh girls don’t go! Girls are so nice to their mothers. They ring them and talk to them and care and share with them. I adore my mother. We have great fun together. The thought of not experiencing that relationship with a daughter of my own made me desperate for a girl.

But there are other things; I am not a particularly 'girly’ person but even I cannot help but feel entranced by little girls’ clothes. There was a long standing joke in my family about how, every Christmas, I bought my endless amount of nieces beautiful clothes. Apparently I used to hand out these presents with a great look of yearning in my eyes. Now, despite my supposed hatred of shopping, my daughter and I career round the shops picking up little pairs of sparkly shoes.

There is also something that is, for me, more intellectually satisfying about a girl. My brother, who is very intellectual, said he only ever wanted girls as girls interested him mentally more than he thought boys ever would. He has three daughters now and is very happy. It’s true that I find my daughter more complex than my sons, even though she is just four. In some ways she is easier. She understands that she can’t run screaming round the library, a concept the boys could never grasp. She can sit still on aeroplanes. She can behave in restaurants. She doesn’t want to destroy/climb/take apart everything. She even says things like, 'can I go to bed now?’ whereas I have to drag my three boys by their hair to get them upstairs, even when their eyelids have hit the floor.

In other ways she’s more tricky. She talks non-stop and spends her life asking endless questions. She also obviously mimics me – she plays with her hair and pouts when she looks in the mirror and the boys says, 'ooh, you’re just like mummy.’

I am sure the business brains surrounding the Beckhams already have dollar signs ringing in their eyes. A fourth football-loving Beckham boy would have been nice but nothing to write home about. But a girl Beckham? The marketing possibilities are endless. But I bet that’s not why Victoria Beckham wanted a girl. She just wants someone more like her than those boys and who can possibly blame her for that?

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/family/8381391/Why-everyone-wants-a-girl.html
 

My Heart Out

Dear bloggie,

I'll be sleeping today with a low morale and a broken heart. I feel so wretched and miserable (Gawwd, i feel stupid writing this sentence). I know writing a journal is not my thing, i despise it, but today i want to let it out because its eating me away. I need to let it out but i don't want to.... because i fucking don't know myself what the hell is wrong. Some people have it all..they fucking have it all. Everyday i am reminded of the fact how 'perfectly' things are going for me in the long run, that I'll be stuck in time just as i am right now and will be as stagnant as ever.

Okay, this is not being ungrateful, not at all, I'm thankful for a lotta things, but there are other things which are more frustrating, which takes over my life. Nothing catches my interest, nothing makes me happy or excited, i want to be away from people even more now, i don't get tensed or stressed out, its like I'm numb to all the feelings and emotions (which I'm thankful for most of the times).

Anyway, that's it. i feel such a DRAMA QUEEN writing all this, but at least its out!   

When i was going up the stairs, 

i met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today,

i wish, i wish he would go away..

My Cousin's Post

I write a blog where I write about fashion, lifestyle, health and recipes etc. I have a 12 year old cousin who lives in my house practically all day and goes home only to sleep. So watching me write blogs every day, she got inspired or something and when I allowed her to use my pc one day in her spare time, she wrote this blog, asking what is that thing called which you write every day and told me shes gonna write one today.

I was really impressed with what she wrote, considering that she studies in some local not-so-good school and who everyone considers a dumb girl. Other than the spelling mistakes and the bad English, I was really happy with her writing, the headings, lists and all. So this is what she wrote.

 Recipee…

Cheese balls.

Macronies. (she means macaroni)

Noodles.

Chana chat.

Pratha rool.

Cheomiones. (she means chowmin here)

Cheese balls.

When we make cheese balls we use these things some are as follow ……

Ingridents….

One packet cheese.

One cup rice. (rice in cheeseballs?)

Some salt.

White paper.

Some flore.

Red mirch powder.

Baking powder. (she intends to make the cheese’foot’balls with baking powder I guess :-D)

Corn flore.

Garnishing for salad. (where did salad come in cheeseballs?)

Some ring onions. (she means onion cut in rings)

Some ring tamatoes.

Round cut lemon. (lemon cut in two)

Some salt.

Peprica powder.

Some zera.

Making cheese balls.

First we do we take a ball (play with it and come back to our recipe) add some cheese , one cup rice ,some salt, 

Red mirchi , powder , baking powder , corn floar , mix them , get it shape round. Ok,a fri the pan . add some oil .  fri these cheese balls.serve it with your self (lol).

And serve it with salad.

Director; asma.

Creator;;rahima gul.  [thanks]

(this is the part I liked the most, she asked me what is a director, I told her someone who tells you how to do some work. I had no idea what she was asking me for and she used it because I was instructing her how to use Word and all. That was intelligent!)

Sugar n Pepper

Cooking is a big deal for me because I cook only occasionally, mostly when I’m worked up and I want a diversion. I almost never cook the same thing twice and never the usual everyday food. Though I have made a lot of desserts and dishes but these are the photos of only some of them.

I don’t have the photos of some of the other good things I made like the icecream sundae with the whole chocolate sprinkling and wafer, lasagna, Subway styled sandwiches, chocolate mousse and other stuff I can’t recall right now. I’m a pro in making macaroni and spaghetti and these are the only things I have made more than once. I’ll keep adding more of my ‘achievements’ when I get back to the kitchen, till then, have a laugh at these.   

 

 

This is the chocolate walnut cake i made. It was good,my first try at some actual cake.

The cake of my 20th birthday. It's called Death by Chocolate. It was awesome, just thought it would be fun to put this up as well :)

Cake of my 21st birthday :) Its called Moca Java

Tis' like a cooking show, right? :) It was when i made brownies, dint turn out really well

This is some cake i made, just the sponge, the cream and the strawberries, wasn't good :)

My second try at pizza. The dough was bad which made it inedible :D The topping was good though

I can hear people say, "what in the name of God is this???" These are the chocolate chip cookies people :) i know, i know, it was my first try, cut me some slack :)

When i made doughnuts the first time, ahhh, the time... i thought i might put Dunkin Donuts to shame, lol. They were fine if we dont go to how they turned out :)

A little blurred, i know.Tthis was an achievement because i had this salad in some restaurant and i tried it at home the next day and it was pretty good. 

Behold!! these are the cupcakes i made and man did they turn out amazing. I also sent these to some of my relatives and they loved it too. The best part is, i loved these n that's what matters actually :)

Have You Ever Felt Like This?

I saw this picture on some website and the first thing that came in my mind was "Whoaaa!". This is a picture which seems like showing some beautiful relationship. Like this picture could be a start of a relationship just by looking at it. The plain yet dominant looking platinum wedding band, going perfectly with the diamond studded fancy platinum wedding ring, just how a man and woman should be. Its like this picture is showing a human couple; the strong, masculine, upright man and the perfect-bodied elegant lady. I know this whole thing is making very little sense but this picture captured my attention in some weird way and i had to let my thoughts out. I'm not much of a fan of marriage, love or relationships but that sure was something!