My Smoothie

Apparently mom took pictures of my best pink smoothie, sooo...

This is the ONLY picture though, so stop crying. Oh and also, I made another pink smoothie last night, and I was planning to add my secret ingredient but I didn't want mom to see it. The secret ingredient was chocolate ice cream, because raspberries go great with chocolate. In my opinion, of course.

Oh & BTW, Joycie called this morning @ like 6am and told us to look @ the rainbow outside. So we did, and mom took pictures of the rainbow & told us to get Z because he 'likes' rainbows. So S had to go in the house & wake Z up. Z was apparently still sleepy & smelly. Mom was like, "Look, Z! Rainbow! Rainbow! *fake gasp* Haaa, rainbow, Z!" Then S said we could look at it better in the front yard, so we went.

This is it in the backyard. There was a light rain coming down for some reason.

Joycie said there were double rainbows, so we tried to find it. Then mom finally found it. It was faint. Mom said Z likes rainbows but then S said now he's gonna hate them forever. LOL.

This is it in the front yard, and if you look closely you can see the double rainbow.

Then after Ummi was done looking at the rainbows she took like a hundred pictures of the plants. Literally.

My tomato plant now has 19 small green tomatoes growing on it. I broke off all the yellow leaves.

My BEST t'mato plant.

N

BREAKING NEWS: The Hawk Moth

From Reporter John Smith: The Death Head...Literally...

N is sad to admit that the tomato hornworm moth she has been keeping, is officially dead. We have interviewed N and this is what she says:

I have some really bad news.

Our BEST tomato hornworm/hawk moth has died. *SOB*

S said maybe it died because Ummi didn't take us out to let it go immediately, and so it got crammed up in the jar because it couldn't fly. So today, Ummi's friend Joycie came for Abata. They did Abata and talked for like about 2 hours.

When Joycie had to leave, Ummi asked S and I if we wanted to come with her to let the moth go. Before that, we were checking out the moth in the sunroom. S kept dropping sugar water on it with a cotton ball, due to her research, but nothing happened.

Earlier in the morning, like after Fajr, it had moved a little. Its antenna moved a bit and S said its tocks* moved too, a bit. She said it was moving less every day. We had to tell mom; the moth was officially dead.

So when she and Joycie were getting ready to go, we brought the jar to her and announced that it was dead. Ummi was like *GASP* and Joycie looked at it and said 'aww!'.

So me and S got ready to go. H was still sleeping (it was like 1pm @ the time, & S said he's been sleeping since 8 or 9am.) and so we left him home alone sleeping. Then we left. On the way, S asked mom why all the animals we raise always die. Mom laughed.

We dropped Joycie off at Sry's house, and then we went to go find a place to put the moth.

We stopped @ this place. S and I got out of the van and went to a place where there were patches of grass unlike the man who keeps his lawn clean. S took the plastic wrap off the Lychee jar. I reached in and tried to hold the moth but it was kinda round. I finally got hold of it and put it in the grass. It was upside down. I tried making it right side up, but it stayed up side down. We left it there in the grass and S dumped all the dirt, flowers & junk out. I saw the cocoon and told S to keep it. She scooped it up & then we ran back to the van. & guess what? Mom still had the nerve to call it ugly! >:O My fingers were gray and dusty from touching the moth. S said it was the scales.

We drove home and tried scaring H by banging on the door like strangers usually do 'cause they don't know there is a doorbell. But he still wasn't awake yet. So mom finally unlocked the door and we got in and got ready to pray Zohor. When we were finished mom called H to pray by himself. He didn't know that we left him home alone, apparently.

Mom called us murderers.

And so that is the story. Here are pictures of the moth.




Sadly, it is dead now.

That is all N says from her experience with the hawk moth's death. Thank you for reading, and until then, please stay tuned!

N's News

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*Tocks is our word for butt. Guess where the tock part came from?

The Tomato Moth

I have some cool news. This morning at suhoor, S told me that the caterpillar had finally hatched!! I went into the sunroom to go see it but I was too lazy. My glasses weren't on and also, I needed to pee badly. So after suhoor, I looked at it. It scared me some at first. But you know what? Despite the caterpillar's huge size, the moth was very small. Probably comes from being in the dirt for so long. It probably shriveled up or something. So anyways, mom was kinda hooked in making new posts on DOOL2, and that means taking pictures of things. *GROAN* So of course that meant taking pictures of the moth. So S did, but they were horrible so I took some better ones. The moth is dark drown, black and white, and its eyes are huge. Pictures will be shown later.

N

Unwrapped in a Smoothie Dilemma

Yesterday while we were waiting for Maghrib, me and Z watched Sweet Secrets Unwrapped with Marc Summers. We took turns listening to it with the headphones because the loudspeakers don't work. Then S came along. *SCREAM* We watched all the sweet secrets and then S wanted to watch Paula Deen. Paula doesn't have a deen.
H cut chunks of cheese for us to break our fast with. Mom had told me to make smoothies, and that's when the dilemma began.

~The Smoothie Dilemma~

Ummi told me to make smoothies so I did. I got raspberries and strawberries from the chest freezer in the garage. I got the blender out and everything. Ummi said I had to make Z's first. So then I piled the berries in the blender and then started pouring in the soy milk. But, the getah couldn't be found, so the milk spilt everywhere. *SCREAM*

***A few minutes later after calling Ummi from her exercising***

"Ayyayyaaa..." says mom.

"The rubber thing is gone." I say.

"Alamak..." says mom.

"Abi likes to take all the parts away," continues mom.

"Well..." says me.

(Mom opens a drawer and finds a different kind of blender, a hand blender.)

"Haa, use this," says mom. "It's a hand blender."

(I silently sigh with relief and pour the berry+soymilk mess into the cup, and then mom hand-blends it up. It turns into a nice pink glob of gluten free smoothie.)

"Haa, get a cup lah!" says mom.

(About to get a cup until - )

"Eh, actually I thought you were going to add his yogurt?" says mom.

"Emm..no," I say.

"Eh, letak lah!" she insists.

"M'kay."

(I open the fridge and get out his nasty soy yogurt. I take a spoon and spoon it in. Then mom blends it some more, and now it is finally done.)

"Haa, pour it into a cup and give it to Z," says mom.

(I pour it into a tall green cup and place @ Z's place @ the dining table.)

"Haa, Z! Your smoothie! Go get a straw!" says mom.

(Z goes 'n' gets a straw, and I start making our smoothie.)

(I pour more berries in the cup and blend it. I add our yogurt. Then it is done. Another pink glob. It's really globby and doesn't slide a bit when I attempt to pour it in a cup. So I take a spoon and spoon it in. Then I try to slurp it up, but the globbiness makes an effect on me trying to drink it. It is not very sweet, but good enough.)

(H drinks the smoothie and I think he sorta kinda likes it but he insists on adding sugar next time.)

That is the end of the smoothie dilemma story. I am going to try and make another smoothie today, this time with a little sugar. Oh, and I forgot the flaxseed.

N

The New Days...

Apparently, my mom just made the new DOOL blog. Here's the link.

Days of Our Lives 2

Mom is having trouble choosing the background template. :P I think she's using the old one, called Bueno. See for yoself.

N

Blogging

Well, apparently, my mom is gonna start a new Days of Our Lives blog because she has reached the limit of pictures or something and her brain is supposedly full and she says she's getting old, so she told US to make posts on her new DOOL blog. Oh my. She also hasn't put up posts since May, so it's been two months. Oh my. And me, I have three drafts of posts that are not published yet. So when they are, just scroll down the blog & you might see them.

+ I said 'Oh my' twice.

N

Making Yourself at Home

Tonight we're having iftar at someone's house. H is making brownies now. Smells great! (Like me.)

N

Credit

Well, as you know, yesterday was my last day of massage class. Whoopee!!! People kept calling me 'sweetie' and 'dearie' (like my grandma) and they kept saying, "Good job! For a little girl, that's a great job!" I'm not a little girl! So I was extremely offended and I was like 'hehe'. Then we had to leave at like 7:45 pm so we could go to the masjid to break fast. Before we left, we had to get out certificates. And guess what? We both got eight credit hours! Oh and BTW, 'we' refers to me and my dad.

I was like the first one there, well, not really, someone named D was there with her kid named Hl. Hl was drinking and D was getting the dates and drinks ready. Then D sent Hl to the men's side to do some errands, like getting soup and all. Then people came, and someone brought rice. She saw me and asked, "You're alone?"

And I said, "Yeah."

Then she said, "Where's S?"

I said, "She's gonna come later."

Well, at least she didn't ask for my mom. Grr, I hate when people ask for her even though I already tell them she is at home doing things!

Anyways. After the Maghrib prayer Abwadab took me home to finish up iftar and then S and mom got ready to go. Btw we ate our Mexicans and they are really good! No I'm not a cannibal dummy, I'm talking about the brownies! No I'm not racist either. Well maybe I am a little bit. :P

So while S was getting ready, H came in the room and I showed him my certificate. For some reason they were both really amazed that I got eight credit hours.

So we got Z ready to go n then we went to the masjid. We prayed Isha, then Terawih, then we got to stay a li'l longer because Abi asked me if I wanted to and I said yes. So S and I went outside with our friend Sandy (well that's not her real name but I wouldn't really tell it to you would I?) to the masjid's playground.

H and his friend M came and played while we talked, and then they left after women came out of the women's side to leave.

N

Welcome to...N's Narrations!

Well, I got an idea from looking at Hanis' blog. I liked her story of meeting Mr. Blogger, and it wasn't real, so I guess I will do that too. Allow me to introduce you to...

N's Narrations!
In N's Narrations, you will find stories about me and S and H, etc. They won't be very long.

I was gonna write an N's Narration right here, but I didn't have a story idea or plot, so you'll have to wait. Sawry. :P

N

Motabak

Today S and I are gonna make murtabak for the masjid's community iftar tonight. And maybe next week we'll do pizza...
H has to go shoppin' first.