Choc-Chip Rookie

Rattle-me this, rattle-me that...a blog of my random thoughts simply dedicated to myself.

Friday, December 23, 2005

What's In A Crust?

Every morning, I always make sandwiches for my Papa Bear to take to work for his lunch. I have this 'ritual' that sometimes freak him out...

Papa Bear knows how much I 'love' bread crust...NOT! You see, as far as possible, I avoid using the crusty ends of a loaf of bread. My reason? I have 3 for you - (1) The crusty ends will not 'fill' you up like the whole, nice middle-pieces will; (2) The crusts are just not nice-looking!; (3) When you put the two pieces of bread together for the sandwich, the piece doesn't look 'balanced' since the crusty ends are always smaller than the rest of the loaf.

When I spread the mustard or horse-radish sauce on the thin slices of cheese, or spread butter on the pieces of bread, I will make sure that the sauce and butter reaches every corner and part of the cheese and bread, as evenly as possible too. This drives Papa Bear crazy (you know I love driving you crazy shweetie)! When he gets his hands on the type of mustard in a tube-like container, he'll just squeeze that baby in a random-like way on the cheese / bread! As for me, I hate the taste of un-evenly spread sauce on my tongue wnen I take a bite. When we eat this Kebab-Pita that we buy from a stall near our place, I will make 2 bites before I start chewing - one bite from a part that has thickly spread sauce and another from a part that has hardly any sauce (you haven't noticed this yet dear? Observe closely next time :)).

If you haven't already shaken your head and laughed at my idiosyncrasies, you will now... I have a certain 'rule' when I eat french-fries. If we order french-fries with melted cheese on top, I will make sure that I will finish everything. If we order the type without the melted cheese, where the fries can 'stand-alone' and are not clumped up altogether with the melted cheese, I don't mind not finishing them all up. My reason? The type that has melted cheese are not as 'independent' as the type that are 'stand-alone'(s). The one with the melted cheese must all be eaten otherwise, they are 'tortured' in that sticky situation!

Yeah, I know...crazy huh?

Thursday, December 22, 2005

The Chickadees

A four-year old little girl;
Zealous and energetic,
Myopic view of the world;
Intelligent and manipulative,
Nosey and inquisitive;
An angel…to me at least. :)

Lovable one-year old,
Usually adventurous and bold;
Quite ‘helpful’ in the kitchen,
Making a din seems his mission;
Azmina’s favourite little brother,
'Ninja’ of the future!

A petite one-year old girl,
Doesn’t take 'no' for an answer;
Always wanting to be carried,
Whimsical and ‘animated’;
Imitates everything she spots,
Yowls’ for attention seems her sport;
A fraternal twin of Luqman,
High-spirited munchkin indeed!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Remember the terminology and watch for these signs.

I’m sure this piece of information has been floating around on the internet for quite some time. A friend e-mailed to me some time ago. I am putting this on my blog to help some of ‘us’ avoid arguments…so guys, remember the terminology and signs!

This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine."


This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.


This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing"


This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.


A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.

It's a woman's way of saying *!#@ YOU!

So you decided you want to start your own blog...

This month-long break has been wonderful. I did what I longed to do for almost three years - NOTHING & EVERYTHING!

I was part of a management team for about 7 years. Although I enjoyed doing the job all those years, I felt suffocated by the routines during the last three. In fact, I felt that I needed to accomplish and achieve other goals in life, primarily having a family. Thus begins the life of a dutiful wife (yes, sugar-plum, dutiful !) who has gone through 2 cycles of the I.V.F. For those of you who think I'm just another oppressed muslimah who is bound by her hubby's commands and desires, think again! I'm a self-professed control-freak (right Papa Bear?) !

In the mean time, keep well and know that this feisty-feline (Note to my hunny-bunny - Hah! I'll use this nick no matter!) will be back rattling on and on and on...