Life's Little Rewards

Since I've come to America and have had children I have sought to expose them to the things I never got a chance to do as a young boy in Iraq. One of the latest things I've done is to introduce my two oldest to Ice Skating. We didn't have ice in Tikriti al-Shidoobee. Nor water, electricity, food and a will to live. But that's neither here nor there. My kids are having a great time and I love to sit and watch them enjoying the things I never did. They first time I walked in to the rink, I got down on my knees and touched the ice very slowly and cautiously with the back of my hand. Upon first touch of this alien sensation, I ran screaming hysterically out of the building and into the street. My kids started crying. It took the instructors and a few police to calm us down enough to start the lesson. Praise to God I now have no fear of this demon ice and have been researching all I can to learn more about this beautiful form of creativity.

All that and this Sasha Cohen makes Ali pitch a tent on the sandy plains of his nether regions! Ha ha! I make funny!

No, seriously.