Confirming what I already kinda knew

After what seems has been an entire year of dealing with non-emergency but nonetheless irritating health issues, perioral dermatitis (Vaseline is my BFF nowadays), persistent allergies, etc. (these etcetera I do not wish to share on a public blog), I finally have some answers!

I made a FB post about this earlier this evening somewhat in jest, but I suppose it’s kind of a sad thing…

I had the infamous allergy test done today and learned: I have a lot of allergies. And they’re not just “Back to School” allergies, as I once called them either.

I am allergic to the following:

  • Cats (already knew that, but now it’s official)
  • Dogs (more on this later)
  • Dust mites
  • Many types of trees (but not pine or willow. I can still talk to Grandmother Willow about John Smith)
  • Weed pollens (did you know that “Plaintain, English” is the name of a weed pollen?)
  • Grass Pollens
  • Molds

I did not have a food allergy test done. But I will tell you that I am allergic to raspberry-flavoured desserts, elaichi in my biryani, and green fings (i.e. cooked coriander).

With the exception of dogs, I could have guessed most of these. I’m a bit surprised that I’m allergic to trees though. Does that mean I will never meet Treebeard?

The biggest takeaway is that the Hanafi-Muslim fear I have of dogs is not just a Hanafi-Muslim fear! I’m actually allergic to dogs! So now when I see dogs (living in America, they are EVERYWHERE), I can just say that I’m allergic rather than try to justify the look of terror fear on my face.

Non-Muslim dog owner: But Rocky is so friendly! Ahhh, you’re a good boy, aren’t you?

Me: Oh, I know. He really likes me. He’s already licked me on three separate occasions. But it’s not that. So, like, I have to pray 5 times a day and need to keep my ablution for the day, because I am OCD when it comes to public restrooms. And according to my school of jurisprudence – but not all Muslims are this way – just South Asians and some Arabs, but also because I am super OCD, it’s mostly that, your dog’s saliva will break my ablution and I will be out all day and won’t be able to go home to do another ablution. You understand, right?¬†

I imagine that most people who read this post will be like, “Huh?” but that is okay. I happen to think this post might actually be one of my funniest.

And like all my jokes, I’m the only one who’s laughing :) But again, that is okay. This is a blog titled Cake & Cows. You signed up for this!

Is anybody still reading?

I’m well aware it’s been over two weeks since I’ve last blogged. I won’t blame the usual “writer’s block,” because I haven’t been blocked per se. I actually had two drafts written, but couldn’t manage to edit either of the posts in the time I had.

I realized something about myself recently. If I don’t complete a non-school or federally-mandated task or assignment right away, I lose all momentum and energy to complete it after. What does that say about me? Hmmm. I shall be pondering this for the rest of the day.

The truth of the matter is: these past two weeks have been ROUGH.

I was ill for a good chunk of this time and desperately needed some mental time to recuperate. I’m still recuperating, actually. Although I think the mental recuperation might be a life-long thing ;)

But being the perfectionist OCPD person I am, I couldn’t just let this blog go and die a slow death. I’ve put too much time and money into this thing! I must admit: I was having doubts as to whether Cake & Cows was a name I even wanted anymore – I haven’t been having a Cake & Cows-like past few weeks (although I did go to the dairy farm again last week to help lift my spirits – it helped).

I realize now it’s okay to have days where you’re just not feeling it. I’m not someone who likes to put on a face. I’m not going to pretend everything is all cool and dandy when it’s not.

Today however I am feeling much better (and writing this blog entry has a lot to do with it). I think I got about 9 hours of sleep last night, which is unusual for me. It still probably is not enough to make up for the sleep debt I’ve incurred this past week (I don’t like the term “sleep debt;” but Mr. Rafia used it earlier and until I can come up with a better phrase, I’ll use it for the time being).

I’m feeling more Cake & Cows-y this morning… afternoon. And I just wanted to say I am alive and hope to blog more regularly again. Yay!

P.S. I reverted back to my old layout because the CSS was just killing me. I hate that I can’t edit the code of the free WordPress themes – and unfortunately, I have to purchase a theme first before I can see if I can edit it to my liking. I hope you can understand my conundrum. I am not a cheap person, but I also don’t like wasting money, especially if it’s for myself. Until I can figure out a way to incorporate the beautiful image my sister drew into a layout I am satisfied with, you will have to make do with Petunia, the Purple-Polka Dotted Cow. My drawing skills are clearly lacking in comparison, but she’s got a cute name, eh? I’ve always been proud of my nomenclature skills :)

P.P.S. Happy Easter! Yo, Mr. Rafia, while you’re out, get me a chocolate bunny, okay?

I Hope I Bump Into Joe Biden!

Today is my 5-month wedding anniversary.

I know 5 months is nothing, relatively-speaking. However, considering how long it took to get to this point – all the waiting, all the tears, all the frustration, all the ill-conceived plans of starting a Muslim-equivalent of a nunnery – if I don’t take a moment to appreciate this, all the prayers I made to God would in essence have been insincere.

Insincere is a word my husband uses a lot. Wow. It’s true what they say – how you come to absorb some of your spouse’s quirks. Come to think of it, my husband now watches cow videos on YouTube!

And I know, 5 months is not even half a year. But I always did have a preference for odd numbers, which is peculiar considering my OCDness. You’d think my number preference would correlate with my insistence on things being symmetrical. Odd numbers defy symmetry. But then again, you need odd numbers to have a star. And being the third child in my family, I am that star.

All jokes aside though, I’ve been saying that 2015 was my best year ever – I co-emceed the Mawlid at UChicago and performed the Burdah (that was a major milestone considering the life-long tumultuous journey to get to that point), I graduated with a Master of Arts degree from UChicago (and I’m okay with the two Bs that I got; it gives those two years some credibility. If I had gotten straight As, I’d refuse to believe it was anything other than a dream), I met Mr. Rafia, got engaged, and then married him wearing a purple lengha (well technically, I married him while I was wearing a white one, but that was a small ceremony and I looked constipated that day).

2015 was the year I did some pretty amazing things.

2016 might just be the year that I see many amazing things.

An unseasoned traveler, in these past 5 months alone I’ve visited San Francisco (technically, we flew in on December 26th of 2015, but I spent the new year eating Ghirardelli and looking at some real estate on this nice little island called Alcatraz), Miami (where I visited one of my closest friends for a post-wedding bachelorette party weekend, during which I experienced the highlight of my life, “salsa” dancing with a cute little 70+-year-old in Little Havana)… and now, I will be visiting Washington, D.C. this coming weekend!

As a Canadian, I don’t quite have the sense of pride that others may have when visiting the nation’s capital, but I’m excited nonetheless. I hope to see Jefferson’s Qur’an at the Library of Congress, visit the National Cathedral, the Smithsonian¬†¬†Museum of American History (there’s more than one Smithsonian I now know thanks to Pinterest!), do crazy poses in front of all the monuments, meet up a dear friend from Lahore I haven’t seen in almost a year… and possibly a new one whom I’ve never seen (yay for blogging buddies!) – all while wearing my Canada shirt!

I leave tomorrow afternoon.

The next month or so is going to go by quickly – Ramadan always does. Then it’s wedding season. I hope to visit Toronto (my home), Kansas City… and maybe even Disney! But to be honest, I’m willing to wait for that last one. Otherwise, the title of my yet-to-be-written memoir “The Girl Who Never Went to Disneyland (or World)” will have been a betrayal to my readers mom. Also, I think it would be way cuter if I visited for the first time when I’m 80 years old or something. Old people are so cute! Can you imagine that ending? OMG, I’m getting all excited thinking about it.

Whatever happens, it’s been a great five months so far and I’m hoping and praying that I feel the same way about the next seven, God-willing.

See y’all next week! Well, you know what I mean. Have a great Memorial Day or regular weekend ahead, depending on your citizenship! :)

Question for my lovely readers: If any of you have visited Washington, D.C. what are a few places in addition to the above that I MUST visit/eat at (don’t say Georgetown Cupcakes, please)? I’ll only be there for three full days and I know I won’t be able to do everything, but I believe in carpeing the diem and I have every intention to do so!

Thanks for making it to the end of a very scatter-brained post, by the way. I wanted to be sure that I posted something before I left for D.C. – and this is what came out.