On Friday, my grandfather passed away. He had been in the hospital for 1 month, to the day. He had COPD and emphysema. He had a knee replacement surgery last month, and he was fine after it. He was at an after care facility and they did not give him the breathing treatments he was supposed to have, and he was not given the quality of care that people deserve. He was given physical therapy once a day, not 2-3 times like they told him at the hospital he would get, and they kept in him lying in the bed all the time. Someone with the lung problems he had should never be left lying down like that. And two days before he was scheduled to go home he was taken to the hospital because he was so congested and could barely breathe. This was found out in the afternoon! They hadn't even checked on him that day. And after several other things happening over the last 2 weeks, he passed away.
He was 78, would have been 79 yesterday. It's really sad, it didn't have to be that way. I know that everyone has a time appointed that we die, but, those nurses at that care home should have been doing their jobs better! And it makes me really angry that they're in a profession of HELPING people, CARING for people and yet they're neglecting people and not caring for them.
They'll be held accountable in the next life, I'm sure of that.

I finished the jilbab/abaya a few days ago. I like how it came out, though I think I should use a more flowy fabric next time.
And there are a few minor adjustments I want to try to make also. But, overall, I think it came out nice.



And here I am wearing it, my oldest took a picture of me! She loves to take pictures. It was before I took her to school, and it was too early to show my face! Hahaa!

I've been trying to lose some extra weight since July. Ok, June, because I really noticed how much I had gained in May when all my clothes that were once loose were snug and I felt like a stuffed sausage. I have lost some, but it's really hard. Especially when you talk to your husband and tell him to quit buying candy and junk food and he sounds really supportive and all but then he goes out to the store and comes home with 2 containers of ice cream, chocolate bars or Oreo cakester things.
It's like, gee thanks, you really support me. And he says 'well, you don't have to eat it.'
Well, when you've eaten it everyday for so long, it's hard to just stop eating it when it's in the house and you're home alone all day and most nights. It's just not that easy.
It's hard to find time to workout when you have kids to take care of, or a house to clean, and the yard and other stuff. And by the end of the day I just want to get in bed and sleep.

But I have cut back on the junk food, and I feel more energetic. I also don't really drink anything besides water, tea and sometimes coffee and I don't put sugar in my tea, so that helps.
But without support from your loved ones (And my mom says 'oh please, you don't need to lose weight and the same from my friends but come on, if my clothes dn't fit except for a few things, then yes, I DO need to lose weight), it's hard. Anyways, just needed to vent I guess.

My aunt had taken me and my sister to see Mac Tonight in person when we were really little. I barely remember it.
My mom and grandmother found this in my aunts old storage shed over the weekend. I thought I would share. He was a McDonalds mascot in the 80's and early 90's (I think, maybe it was just the 80's).

I really don't like to iron. I have a mountain of clothes that need to be ironed though...And most of them are mine! I have quite a few things from Shukr, and while I like them, I just hate that they tend to wrinkle soooo easily. And I spend forever ironing them out. I don't wear some of the stuff much at all anymore because of this. They should get some cotton blends or something, because their cotton tunics are just too wrinkle prone, and sometimes a bit stiff looking. I prefer more flowy cottons that are softer.

Anyways, the iron is making some ticking noises, so I better get back to that.

I had an awful dream...I worked hard all week on my writing and posted a new chapter yesterday. Then last night I had this dream that someone wrote me a nasty email about it being very mean! It seemed sooo real! I felt so bad, wondering if it's really that bad, or that's just what I think of it? I always get so nervous when I post a new chapter. Eeekk!!