I forget to blog sometimes and here’s why:

  1. Life has thrown me a curve ball and I’m trying to deal with it.
  2. I tend to forget things when I’m stressed out.
  3. Sometimes, I’m just too exhausted to get the words out.
  4. It’s okay to miss a day or two.
  5. I don’t want to give you shitty content.
  6. Blogging every day is hard sometimes.
  7. I don’t feel ‘inspired’ – but I know I should force myself to write anyway.
  8. If my head wasn’t attached to my body, I’d lose that too.
  9. I’m at school or work and things are just overwhelming.
  10. Sometimes I need a break and it’s not the end of the world if I don’t write something.

Comfort Food

Since I forgot to post yesterday, I decided to do so twice today.

As you might or might not know, I’m a big foodie. I enjoy cooking, especially for other people. It’s no fun to eat alone, but you know, sometimes we have to.

My mom has this saying in Arabic when it comes to food (it translates funny but essentially here it is: “some people have the breath for cooking”. What she means is that some people are just natural at it.

But really though, I like variety in my life, especially when it comes to food.  

Here is a list of my favorite comfort foods (in no particular order):

  1. Chocolate
  2. Mac and Cheese
  3. Chicken Noodle Soup
  4. Cheddar Buttermilk Biscuits (like the ones you get at Red Lobster)
  5. Deep Fried Cauliflower
  6. Chili
  7. Mashed Potatoes
  8. Baked Potato Wedges
  9. Cheesecake
  10. Pie in General
  11. Cinnamon Rolls
  12. Strawberry Tart
  13. Pasta in General
  14. Carrot Cake
  15. Cookies in General
  16. Peanut Butter
  17. Waffles
  18. Soup in General
  19. Grilled Cheese
  20. Ice Cream
  21. Brownies
  22. Multi-Layer Spinach Dip
  23. Pita Chips
  24. Nanaimo Bars
  25. Perogies
  26. Tabouli
  27. Hummus
  28. Poutine
  29. Cheesy-Garlic Bread
  30. Pizza
  31. Popcorn
  32. Ice Cream
  33. Baklava
  34. Petit Fours
  35. Chips
  36. Falafels
  37. Pekoras
  38. Stuffed Grape leaves
  39. Barbecued Foods
  40. Fresh Veggies
  41. Fresh Fruit
  42. Kibbeh
  43. Sambousek
  44. Makanek (spicy sausage)
  45. Anything I’m Craving that Makes me Comfortable.

What are your comfort foods?

Numéro Onze

I was doing some digging yesterday when I came across one of my bucket lists. This thing is one hundred and fifteen items long (I’ll post it at a later date). I’ve completed nine so far.

I chose a number at random: 11.

Number eleven on that list is dying my hair an unnatural color. Some would argue that being a brunette who has dyed her hair blonde is technically ‘unnatural’ but in my opinion, dyeing it blue, green, pink, purple, or fire truck red is a little more outrageous in regards to its ‘untaturalness’.

This one item is on my list because secretly I’ve been a little afraid to go a little wild with my hair. I question whether it will look good, or if it will match my skin tone or whether or not people will judge me for my decision.

Yes I know that it shouldn’t matter what people think, it should matter if I like it or not. Yet, it still lingers with me. I’ll do it one day and when I do, I’ll tell you all about it.



Last year I made myself a bucket list. Though I didn’t necessarily achieve all of the things on my list, I got to tick a few things.

I’ve been geeking out.

A friend of mine recently got me into playing video games with her. She got me to start small with builder games and moved me onto first person shooter and survival games. It’s quite fun and has proven to be both a hobby and a form of stress-relief.

I got my first tattoo in July.

The experience was interesting to say the least. Upon walking in I was greeted by extremely friendly staff. My two friends and I sat down on one of the couches as I filled out the paperwork while the artist prepped her station. We shuffled through the portfolios on the table as we waited and talked about style and line work as well as designs we liked and didn’t like.

When it was my turn, I hopped up on the bench and laid down while my friends sat in the chairs next to me. The artist was kind, compassionate and soothing. She explained what she was doing as she was doing it and made sure I was comfortable all the way through. We talked about cats, life, adventures, and shared a few good laughs.

The feeling of the needle against my skin was something I didn’t expect. It felt weird and kind of tickled. If you’re wondering, it didn’t hurt a bit. She has the touch of an angel.

Whats on your list?