Me-Me Afternoon A Success

That would be what the headline reads if I were to ever make the front page of, well, anything. I like to think that I may have already attained that "honor" but didn't know about it since my relationship with the local papers is nonexistent.

Well, not exactly. It's complicated. You see my sister, bless her, was required to cut out any architecture-related articles from the papers back when we were both in Amman. So she'd ask our building janitor to bring us the daily paper. I was usually the one to open the door and get it. He had a knack for driving me nuts. He'd hear my footsteps on the stairs and wait for me to get in. He would estimate how long it takes me to throw my stuff around, change into comfy PJs, find my favorite spot and snuggle in with my big fat cat and release a sigh of contentment. Then he'd strike. Knock on the door. DARN. Cat is tossed aside (snaps angrily in Cat-ish lingo) as I head to the door. I'd crack the door open and extend my hand, get the paper, walk 2 meters and toss it over on top of the pile. But before I do, I'd venture a peek at the headline. I figured, if it was something REALLY important, it'd make the headlines. That was the extent of my news-awareness back then.

I said the word "pile" cuz they were in fact a huuuge pile. You see, even though my sis, bless her, did eventually cut the required articles, it wasn't exactly a day-to-day process. It was more of a once-every-3-months thing. But when she did, it was A BLAST.

Here's how the scene looked like:
Me (cross-legged on the couch, mounting a hefty 10-kilo physiology textbook, and armed with a complete spectrum of highlighters to add color and vigor to an otherwise mind numbingly boring studying process)

Sis (one floor surrounded by newspapers from every direction and armed with that water sprayer thingie to ward off unwanted paper-tearing fat cats:P)

Sis: WOW there's this really cool exhibition.
Me: OH really where?
Sis: doesn't matter it was a month ago.
Me: oh.

Sis: listen to this!!! "SAMI YUSUF ARRIVES TODAY"
Me: OH MY GOD WHEN WHERE?
Sis: oh wait. this is last weeks paper.
Me: dammit woman.

Sis: heeeeeey!! didn't you wanna watch Hugh Grant's new movie. It's ON!
Me: sweeeeeeeet! tonight?
Sis: ummm. Yeah.... sorry. This is last January's paper.

Sis: they say it's gonna snow!
Me: FINALLY!!!!! OH MY GOD! I WON'T DO MY TEST TOMORROW! PREPARE THE GOODIES! WHERE ARE MY BOOTS! I AM SOOOO TEASING ABOOD!!

Yeah. I never learn. I'm kinda hopeless this way. So that is my story with Jordanian papers. I got the news, but a tad too late. But why am I even talking about papers? Oh who knows.

Back to my Me-Me afternoon. It was cool and relaxing. I am happy to report I am no longer stinky (it was really part of a scientific experiment. It didn't go quite well if you must know). Then I went with my mom to an exhibition for the Palestinian Cultural Center. It's stationed in Amman, but they set exhibitions here once in a while. I got some nice embroidered bookmarks. There were so many too choose from, it was a tough call. I stood in a corner and took my time as I went through them. I tried to call on my mom for advise but she wasn't exactly in a choosing mood. I wasn't aware I was drawing so much attention simply by choosing bookmarks!! It wasn't until I made my final choice and called on my mom "okay I'm done", when it hit me like a flying shoe. The whole place had been involved in the process. It was as if the entire place sighed in relief. Everyone was smiling and I got a good number of "good for you!"s, pats on the back and relieved smiles. Siham Abu Ghazaleh who owns the center (she's such a sweet lady) actually hugged me as she said "I am glad you have successfully accomplished your endeavor, but I can't help wonder; if it takes you this long to choose a bookmark, how long will it take you to choose a husband?".

Yeah. This actually happened. I am so not making this up (I so wish I were!).
Geez, we couldn't have stayed in the shop for more than 30 minutes, including everything. Can't a girl take her time choosing bookmarks without making the news?

And as for your inquiry auntie, if husbands-to-be came in a box with such a colorful selection, then indeed I would take my time to choose! :P
Apart from that, the exhibition was wonderful. They had some beautiful stuff.

Then I went home and spent the afternoon with mom and dad, which was nice. Usually they are sitting in the living room while I'm away on the PC. So the boycott thingie was a nice change.

Okay I'm officially too sleepy to type. And What better way to end a me-me afternoon that with a nice long night of sleep? (okay not too long, I still have to wake up before the crack of dawn) but you get the point.

Come to think of it, I'm not surprised I don't make the news front page. I mean, did you just read what I wrote? For the life of me, I can't remember what I was babbling about 3 lines before. Note to self: when you're sleepy head to bed. Not PC room.

That advice was golden, if I may say so myself:)