Father’s Day

Father’s Day was this Sunday. Holidays like Father’s Day are hard on the guys. Most sit quiet and alone and don’t want to be bothered. Few got drunk and kept me and the others up all night by screaming and howling like wolves. On the day, I had an ice cream party. I got 9 pints of ice cream, 15 chocolate bars of ice cream, melted 10 chocolate bars (for syrup), diced some coconut candy bars, added some mixed nuts and sprinkled the whole thing with M&M candy. I made 10 bowls of ice cream heaven. We sat quiet and depressed and watched a movie. I still can taste that blessing but I forgot the movie. It was too much ice cream (if there is such a thing) but none of us complained. I was not depressed but it is not socially acceptable to act cheerful when others are not. So I sat as if I were one of the fellas but my inner happiness was record level. How can you be depressed and sad and on your hand you have God’s blessings? I am trying to see how to make pizza in the microwave. I have everything except flour. Any ideas?

The race

I am still recovering for the race. It was great. I really enjoyed it tremendously. As you can tell from my happiness, I beat the crap out of them yougsters. 3 mile relay. 6 runners per team. Each participants ran 2 laps. We planned for a 13 minute time. Unfortunately, as we were timing the other teams we realized that 13 minutes won’t do it since one team ran a 13:08 and that was close for comfort. To make matters worst, another team ran a 12:22 race. When our turn came we knew that we had to leave it all on the track. The first runner did 56 minute lap and a 58 for the second. That was great because the second did just as good. The third did 2.08 for two laps. Not great, but good. The fourth under two minutes for two laps. We were excited and everyone not believing our speed. The fifth did much better: 55 and 54 and I was the closer. As I started running I was not going to let them youngsters think that I am awash. I ran the first lap in 53 seconds the second lap started to drag me down but some Muslims kept shouting and screaming Allaahu Akbar. And I just kept running harder. One of them ran close to me and said “Al-Mukhabaraat are coming” that made me turn the burners on and ran like a mad man. FIFTY SECONDS! When I stopped, everyone was laughing because the brother who was running on my side told them that I ran like that because I was scared for the word “Al-Mukhabaraat” means “secret police”. He was correct indeed. The mind is terrible thing to waste. We ran the whole race in 11.50 and won it all. It was so much fun!