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If you have not booked your tickets yet, please do so and kindly RSVP before November 10th. Make sure your passport does not expire before July 2010. If it does, you will not be allowed into the Dominican Republic and we will use your room as a storage place for wedding stuff and a place to hide from crazy family members. As an added incentive, I will send a free copy of the Fodor's Guide- Dominican Republic to three lucky families who are attending and who reply before November 10th.
Let the countdown begin! We have 2 months, 2 weeks and 5 days to go before haba haba ariba ariba andelay cha cha cha!
Si. Muy bueno.
Love,
Ava
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
School Daze
Now that Este's officially in graduate school mode with night classes and reams of reading, I am faced with hours of free time without a fiance to share it with. The first night by myself, I caught up with all the TV shows Este normally refuses to sit through (i.e. Gossip Girl and America's Next Top Model). The second night I did a girls only happy hour. In the interest of not going brain dead and not becoming a broke alcoholic, I decided to limit the amount of reality TV and drinking. So for the third night, I tried to be productive with my free time.
I went to the gym, went grocery shopping, made dinner, ate dinner, cleared the table, watched some TV, did my nails, trimmed the cat's nails, read, blogged, cleaned my room and picked my outfit for work, all in that order and with time to spare. It was the longest night of my life, and all the while Este was sitting at his desk engrossed in school work. "What are you reading about?" I asked him. Big mistake. He launched into a long lecture on the politics behind the Medicare Prescription Drug, Improvement, and Modernization Act which reminded me that I've been meaning to Swiffer the kitchen. Great idea!
Since I have at least two more years of this solitary life to go, I am making a list of enrichment activities for myself. Kat just started this amazing food blog on Iranian cooking called http://www.mimiskitchen.wordpress.com/, so I am definitely going to get my inner Julia Child on. I'm taking Spanish lessons to better flirt with the waitstaff at the Iberostar Bavaro. And I'm training Keesh to use the toilet and walk with a leash. Please don't hesitate to
send me any of your suggestions, because...All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl.
I went to the gym, went grocery shopping, made dinner, ate dinner, cleared the table, watched some TV, did my nails, trimmed the cat's nails, read, blogged, cleaned my room and picked my outfit for work, all in that order and with time to spare. It was the longest night of my life, and all the while Este was sitting at his desk engrossed in school work. "What are you reading about?" I asked him. Big mistake. He launched into a long lecture on the politics behind the Medicare Prescription Drug, Improvement, and Modernization Act which reminded me that I've been meaning to Swiffer the kitchen. Great idea!
Since I have at least two more years of this solitary life to go, I am making a list of enrichment activities for myself. Kat just started this amazing food blog on Iranian cooking called http://www.mimiskitchen.wordpress.com/, so I am definitely going to get my inner Julia Child on. I'm taking Spanish lessons to better flirt with the waitstaff at the Iberostar Bavaro. And I'm training Keesh to use the toilet and walk with a leash. Please don't hesitate to
send me any of your suggestions, because...All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl. All work and no play make Ava a dull girl.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Power to the People
When I first heard that Ahmadinejad had won the Iranian elections in a landslide victory, and Iranians were challenging the results with nationwide protests, I didn't think much of it. It's no surprise that he would rig the election and that people are unhappy with him. But as the protests continued in larger numbers and became ever more violent, I started to follow the news more carefully along with the rest of the world.
As the days turned into weeks, the air seemed charged with possibility. Iranian households all over the world held their breaths. It's hard not to get caught up in too much wishful thinking. One can't help but think that the last time Iranians hit the streets in such a way, there was a total revolution with new leadership and government. Could it be that the people are repressed to such an extent that they would again risk life and limb for a change? The bloody footage all over the Internet suggests that this is so. And when I saw young 20-something Iranian women going up against fully-armed Basij militia for doing nothing more than voicing their discontent, I could not sit idol any longer.
I desperately want the experience of visiting a country where everyone looks familiar, speaks my Mother tongue, and shares my family's culture. When I went protesting with my mom in DC and New York, I felt a kinship with the crowd around me. We all have our reasons to fight for Iran. One of mine is for the opportunity to see the place my parents and grandparents once called home. That "free" Iran is a myth, but each person who protests against the current regime brings that myth closer to a reality- and that, however small, gives me hope.
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See if you can spot Arasb, Sepideh, Aryan, my Mom and Me in this video. (Hint: We appear around 3:29)
As the days turned into weeks, the air seemed charged with possibility. Iranian households all over the world held their breaths. It's hard not to get caught up in too much wishful thinking. One can't help but think that the last time Iranians hit the streets in such a way, there was a total revolution with new leadership and government. Could it be that the people are repressed to such an extent that they would again risk life and limb for a change? The bloody footage all over the Internet suggests that this is so. And when I saw young 20-something Iranian women going up against fully-armed Basij militia for doing nothing more than voicing their discontent, I could not sit idol any longer.
I desperately want the experience of visiting a country where everyone looks familiar, speaks my Mother tongue, and shares my family's culture. When I went protesting with my mom in DC and New York, I felt a kinship with the crowd around me. We all have our reasons to fight for Iran. One of mine is for the opportunity to see the place my parents and grandparents once called home. That "free" Iran is a myth, but each person who protests against the current regime brings that myth closer to a reality- and that, however small, gives me hope.
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See if you can spot Arasb, Sepideh, Aryan, my Mom and Me in this video. (Hint: We appear around 3:29)
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