Market Day at Arabian Ranches 2011

We have already entered the fair (events) season, with the first one being the Arabian Ranches Market Day which was held on the last Friday of October. I was participating in the popular Arabian Ranches Market Day, last year, but this year, my schedule was too tight with the inlaws visiting us from Saudi and all the transformations I am working on at home presently.

 As always the Market Day was excellently organized.  We spend a lovely afternoon finding some amazing stuff and enjoying all the activities organized. Not only did we have over 100 stalls selling clothes, shoes, decoration items, cds, electronics, toys, books, games,  furniture and heaps of many more things, but we also had stalls for games, face painting, rodeo rides and ofcourse tons of more activities. I managed to click a few lovely photos which I am sharing here.  As a community, Arabian Ranches, always amazes me with friendly and mostly helpful residents. 

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Needless to say, I bought myself a heap of lovely stuff from the table top sales !

 

 

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In the Newspapers.

One of the many things great about living in a community is the “feeling” of belonging, of being a part of the community. One of our proactive residents at the Ranches, has started a blog directory for all the business women in Arabian Ranches. She’s been very enthusiastic and worked very hard to get everyone involved in providing services or exhibiting their talents, into this directory.  What an innovative idea… isn’t it ?

There are few women, who are involved in fashion wear, or accessories, party organizing, jewellry, gifts and handmade stuff. It is, now, so convenient to know exactly,  who is planning what event,  rather than having to go two highways away to pick a special gift !  We now have the information right under our nose and thats just brilliant. Its always that one person who is ready to carry the baton, claim the baton and in this case, pick the baton, that makes all the difference. And for the Ranches, its Clemintina.

Two weeks back, we were interviewed by Express times of Gulf news and finally, the feature appeared in last Thursday’s newspaper. Its such a delight ! I suppose there are several ways of being featured in the Newspaper, unfortunetly one of the many being, in the obituary or having done some thing obsene like straus kahn. But I’m glad in my lifetime, I was fortunate enough to be interviewed by City 7 for a 15 minutes programe and now, I got a chance to have my mug in the newspaper and all for good reasons !!! Alhamduallah.

Here is the link :-

Please visit this link, to read what we had to say, here.

Also, here is our blog directory : Business Women of Arabian Ranches.

Thank you for visiting me today. So glad you dropped by.

Naush

Garfield has a new name .. Spike.

Its been 5 1/2 years since we moved to the Ranches. In our first year we adopted Keiki, my first feline baby, the following year, we rescued Pepper, my dominating feisty little tabby.  Life couldnt be better surrounded with the joy of having two young kittens always playing and loving us. However, for the past 2 years, we’ve had an unexpected visitor who has made himself very comfortable in our garage.

Thats Spike for you. Almost garfield looking. He has a sweet meow and even more sweeter purrr. Spike probably adopted US, becoz my husband, darling as he is, is very passionate in looking after the less previleged …  One of his routine morning chores is to feed the birds, fishes, cats etc. ( the fishes in the lake at Arabian Ranches, the birds who visit and wait for him, knowing now very well, when the “bucket man” is going to fill their pales ! 

At that very time, we had a large feral “blackie” who used to visit us and we used to leave him some food in the garage. Naturally Spike enjoyed the opportunity and made himself at home after a few regular bouts of brawls with Blackie, much to the annoyance of my neighbour. Long story short, Blackie was kicked out by my neighbour, whom then on, we never saw again and Spike has won the battle.

Now a little about Spike’s family … His owners are just 2 streets ahead but for what ever reason, inspite of calling them several times and them actually taking him back, Spike always returned. They are nice people but I think between a second cat in their house and spike not getting along, and probably getting fed up with spike always reaching for our house, they’ve probably given up on Spike.

Initially we tried a lot of efforts to shoo him away, stopped feeding for weeks etc but this little fella had already decided what he wanted. Some cats do, you know. So We gave in.

We have stopped pesteringing, Spike’s family and more or less accepted him with open arms, hugs and a nice cozy area, on the sofa that we once wanted to dispose, and is now sitting in the garage, all so that ” poor ol’ spike ” can have a small shelter.

Oh and why did’nt we take him in ? Becoz cats being territorial and all, Pepper had several very nasty brawls with Spike. Almost all of which Pepper won, inspite of being nearly 3 years younger than spike. He is now looked after, loved and fed by us (still not officially though ). Quiet honestly, He gives us all such a lovely welcome as soon as we are home. 

Oh and by the way, We never called him spike, he was always “Ladoo” …for us. For the non-hindi speakers … go figure !

Here’s ladoo on his throne. During the day, he naps over it and during the cold night, he sleeps under the chair, ( which is placed up side down, especially to make it feel like a shelter for him.

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Arabian Ranches Market Day and Being MOM.

I think one of the best things about being Mom is the love that I am constantly surrounded with. Theres a never ending supply of hugs and affection from every quarter in my home. I feel so blessed that I have sons who are always so happy to please me. If a woman wants to feel like a queen, she just has to have sons like I do. I know I havent been the best of Moms. I, like most mums, have a truck load of shortcomings, and probably becoz my boys have not seen any better, they feel, I am the Best !

I know I am hard on them.

I know I push them with their studies.

I know I dont put as much time with them as I would want to, in playing games or in any creative activity.

 I know the supper is not always on time, and sometimes, Manu, is only too happy to have his banana and chocolate milk to sleep off ..

I know I have little control on the scale of my vocal cords.

I know I am mean sometimes, I know I am weak sometimes, I know I havent tried enough sometimes, and I know I have tried too hard sometimes but being Mom, so many things get accepted by these young boys who know no better that I am merely a mother trying to fix too many problems, multitasking all the time and frustrated most of the time..

Last friday, we participated in the first fair since samie’s surgery, 6 months back. The amount of hardwork and teamwork I got from my below 10 year olds would put any management team to shame.  Piling up the materials, walking past the field with heavy boxes in arm, helping mom lay out the display stalls, hear her mouthfull of panicky screams and shouts, and then actually manage a table all by themselves…. where do you get such children mashallah !!

They are truly amazing. Allah swt must really love me for such a super fantastic gift.

I have posted this slide just to give you a glimpse of what effort went into making that fair such a roaring sucess for me. You’ll find Sawaab and Manu actually selling things and I was most surprised when one customer queried why the hand made card was alittle higher and Bilal, said quite naturally, ” coz my mother puts in alot of her time and creativity to make sure no two cards are the same.”  Shucks ~!~ I WAS BLOWN !!!  The boys were oozing of enthusiasm and confidence. They have coz they have been participating with me for the past 3-4 years and have been watching me since …

Please enjoy watching my family making the most of the Arabian Ranches Market day !

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