Tasmiya

I moved out of home about 11 years ago and managed to keep my head above water, fumbling along the way with dishonest real estate agents, shonky furniture delivery people, slave driving bosses and working hard to pay off my phone bills.

After getting married I didn’t want to be responsible for anything. Husband was given the task of budget manager – managing the finances, paying all the bills in his lunch hour poor thing. He even took over ordering the food for take-out. I didn’t want to talk on the phone anymore. I refused to do a thing. I was tired of being independent and just wanted to sit and do nothing.

So the years have gone by and I am feeling this wasn’t such a good idea. I know that Allah forbid if anything was to happen to husband I will cope inshaAllah but it seems as though since marriage, I’ve done a complete 180. I wasn’t prepared to end up such a useless person. I haven’t filled up petrol in my car for THREE years and the thought of actually going to the bowser to do it freaks me out completely. It’s only recently that I am confident enough again to phone the takeaway people (aka Nandos.)

What happened to me? In a bid to relieve some of my responsibility I’ve become so dependent on my husband for everything! I don’t even know what I’m scared of.

So the car’s petrol light has come on and it’s beeping everytime I switch the engine on. I am going to have to bite the bullet, pull my finger out, get on with it and take a trip to the petrol station. Then again, I could take this opportunity to observe just how many kilometres I can get on reserve.

Public transport?

Cycling?

Walking?

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Alright! Alright!

Fine. I’ll do it.

So here’s the thing: I am not doing well with the NaBloPoMo (what does it stand for again?). I’m struggling to find funny, hip and cool and interesting stuff (you know, what I my usual posts are like *guffaw*) and I am coming up with nada. Naught. Zero. Zilch. Nope. Nothing.

I can just see myself by the end of the month wondering where all my wonderful readership has gone to only realise every last reader has died from boredom.

I’m sure we all know that October was Breast Cancer Awareness month and boy were we aware – pink tim tams, pink dysons, pink ribbons, pink cars, pink everything. Breast cancer is one of the leading causes of deaths among women here in Australia. Not many are aware that the number of deaths from prostate cancer are pretty much the same as deaths from breast cancer (sorry, very disjointed, not making any sense type of sentence but you get my meaning, right?)

November has been renamed MOVEMBER to raise awareness and much needed funds to support research and promote understanding and awareness of male health issues such as prostate cancer, testicular cancer and depression (yeah women don’t have a monopoly on that one).

So all you brothers out there with clean shaven faces SHAME ON YOU! HARAAM! grow a mo and show your support.

For further reading:

What is Movember?

Prostate Cancer Foundation