neurotic Iraqi wife

Wow what a day, a day that is full of killings and massacres, Iraqi people are dying, Americans are dying, hostages are dying, children are dying, everyone is dying, what has the world come to? I swtiched off the bloody Tv, although I know switching it off by all means does not mean that these atrocious images will stop. I took a trip down my favourate blogs lane hoping to read something that would do the trick and cheer me up, but no, that was very difficult to achieve, this one just shattered me Mustang in Iraq.
And I feel quite lame to go on with my rantings about dear HUBBY, but you know, I can never stop cuz remembering HUBBY and his antics gives me the kind of energy that I need to go on(too corny I know, but true)
Last year around this time, I was invited to a very good friend's engagement gathering. It had been quite some time since I went out to celebrate something, the situation in Iraq just does not give me the heart to enjoy myself, if you know what I mean, I havent even had a proper wedding really, and that was because we both didnt feel it was the right time to party, about that, in a later post...
So back to that night of the engagement, there I was dressed up to the nines, with my tight white trousers(and no it wasnt see through,thank u very much), a black halterneck top and my famous shawl. I loved that shawl, it was black with fringes dangling all around, I love all things gypsy) and had a humangous yellow flower at the back. Now normal people wear shawls incase they get cold, but mrs here wears her shawl to hide her backside, yup, sad but true, I am very consious when it comes to that part of my body, although there's nothing really wrong with it(seriously there isnt) but you know how you get annoying people asking you if their bu** is too big in this or that, well helloooo there, you have just added another one to the never ending list...Are you still with me?Ok, so me prancing in with MY SHAWL I say hello to everyone, and started having a decent conversation when all of a sudden I felt some kind of heat rising up and to my sheer horror I WAS ON FIRE. I swear to you I aint joking. I smelt something burn then I look down and silly me thinks that my lovely white trousers(the not see through ones) have caught the bloody flames of those nice teeny weeny candles that were placed along the corridor for a romantic ambience,which btw I havent really noticed since I was too busy with making sure THE SHAWL is doing its job(but who the hell puts bloody candles on the floor and switches the bloody light of the room, so the candles wont show???)I sure did give them one hell of an ambience. The shrieks started so did the screaming, and believe me, when we Iraqi women shriek, we mean business here!!!Some girl friends of mine couldnt take the scene and ran to the kitchen crying their eyes out (not so sure though if the tears were those of joy and happiness or those of utter shock cuz they had just lost another grrrrreat humanbeing) So then I feel the host's hands pulling at my shawl, and here the game started, he was pulling, and i was pulling my shawl back,he was pulling and I was pulling the darn thing back even stronger(you see my shawl was on fire but nooooooo, I'd rather burn than show my behind) It was then that he pulled so hard and believe me, that guy pulls hard, cuz he's my size times 5. I stood there feeling nakid not knowing where to put my hands?shall I cover my ass? or shall I check if I still have hair on my head...difficult decision...Then I get people shoving me in a room and asking me If I was ok, ok me? hell ya, just "GIVE ME A BLOODY CIGARETTE" No need to say that my shawl has tithered away and my friends till this day refrain from putting candles on the floor, especially when they know that I would be there...Now here is where HUBBY comes along, HUBBY then was a HUBBY to be and was again thousands of miles away across the Atlantic(the story of my life). The first person I thought of is HUBBY to be, so me in tears I call him, and explain that his sweetheart had her first hand experience with getting burnt, and I told him every single detail there is, you know what HUBBY to be said "oh sweetie, its ok, as long as my cute little bu** is still there,just go and dance and enjoy the party" the party I said to myself, the bloody party????HELLLLLOOOOOOO I WAS GONNA DIE WITH NO SHAWL PROTECTING MY FREAKIN A** AND YOU TELL ME DANCE AND PARTY, jeez, thanks alot hun...I seriously need some of his blood, seriously, I think it will make my life hell of alot easier.
The reason for me saying the above is that we all are gonna die, be it today be it tomorrow, be it in a year or 10 years time, we all are destined to our fate, but that shouldnt stop us from believing in what we have and in our dreams. Enjoy every second of this life for its too short and Burning Candles are along the path just waiting to get us.....