I have an almost finished blog – a positive one celebrating my existence. The title of the blog is A Day in the Life of Lyf as Told by Alexis Alaa McBride The Number #1 Guest. It is definitely upbeat but I do not have the energy to finish it. Well not at the moment anyway. Instead want to talk about what is going on in my life today – the July 4, 2026. As many of you will probably realize; Today is Independence Day In the USA. Sent a photo to attentive man showing him the place I am going to celebrate the day with a wonderful woman – what a blessing! (You shall see the place and learn of its name – It is in Penang – she will be picking me up at LYf at 5:30.
He: Looks like a fantastic place and will bring you lots of cheer. The atmosphere looks amazing.
Me: Yes!!! And also celebrating that I am not in the USA on Independence Day Hahahah
He: No doubt huge celebrations in the USA tonight.
Me: Are you kidding me. People there are miserable!!
No response from him as yet but he is having a bad day.
He: My blood pressure is high and I have headaches today and will go check with a clinic. And then back to work but taking it easier today. Have a lot to do with my kids and finances and my old boss.
Me: Poor you I have so much to be grateful for.
I then send his a laughing voice message. Saying I was so grateful because I did not have a fiancée, nor an old boss nor kids. He got himself in that pickle it seems to me. Did not say that though. If you are having fiancé problems before marriage, it does not bode well. Interesting, bode just came to me. Perfect word strikes again. Hahahah Bode: be an omen of a particular outcome. Synonyms: presage, auger, portend, foretell, prophesy, predict; forebode, foreshadow, herald, be an omen of, warn of; indicate, signify, be a sign of, purport, point to, threaten, promise, spell. Well that is all I have to say on the matter. He is not asking me for advice, I am not giving it to him. I had three marriages that failed – because I left them, not the other way around. Our engagements were very happy. I had known each of my husbands for years and years. I had the longest engagement known to man with my first husband. Both the second and third husbands had been my friends for years before we got married. I do know what went wrong with all of them – I did learn from mistakes through.
Anyway, enough of that. I am going to tell you about my day. I do admit I woke up in a miserable mood. Did not go to breakfast at Kenny Hill’s which is included in the room rate. Finally got dressed, going downstairs to write as I wanted to be in the lobby, as I was writing about it in the unfitted blog. There are signs on every floor with upbeat messages. This one definitely was upbeat: The More We Get Together the Happier We will Be. I took a photo and sent it to my WhatsAppers with the following caption: Good morning. I am not in a particularly good mood but it brightened when I saw this sign on the fourth floor of Lyf. It is so appropriate and amazing. Alhamdulillah.
My goodness, that great messages I got back, messages and photos. I am SO blessed.
This from my manicurist. I am getting a nails and toe job on Tuesday but the way. She sent a dancing GIF (I will include it). Great morning, Today us going to be fabulous,
Me: It is becoming that!
She: ❤️
Then my hostess for the evening responded.
She: Hugs
Me: Thanks we shall be happier
She: Bringing you to an atmosphere where full of ionizer and positive vibes to cheer you up these evening.
Then she sent picture that you sill see at the end of the blog.
Me: Love You!! I have so much to be grateful for.
She: ❤️
My videographer, not a Muslim actually said: Allhanduillah
Alice initially responded with a YES!!!! And then sent a Good morning hugs for you.
Me: AND I get to see you next week.
She: ❤️
Nixon, the GM of Lyf responded.
He: Morning. Have a great day. Ya
Me: I needed that sign!! Thanks for having it there. Hahaha
Then this from the daughter of my dear Muslim friend.
She: Good morning 🙂 lovely wrote and very stylishly done. Alhamdulillah
Me: I love your response. I am writing about it and the responses I got on my blog. Will include yours.
But I have other fabulous news. I have weaned myself from Artificial Intelligence in all its forms. Grandson Cole helped me remove pesky AI from all of my devices. I went cold turkey hahaha. Ordinarily would have asked AI for the meaning of that phrase. I am not tempted. Instead, you know what I did? I went to Google and typed; cold turkey. There was an AI response -the first one. But instead I went to Wikipedia and got this. Much more information with citations. I am cured of my addiction to Artificial Intelligence.
Wikipedia: Cold turkey refers to the abrupt cessation of substance use in the context of substance dependence, as opposed to gradually easing the process through reduction over time or by using replacement medication. Sudden withdrawal from drugs such as alcohol, benzodiazepines, and barbiturates can be extremely dangerous, leading to potentially fatal seizures. For long-term alcoholics, going cold turkey can cause life-threatening delirium tremens.[1] In the case of opioid withdrawal, going “cold turkey” is extremely unpleasant but less dangerous.[2][3] Life-threatening issues are unlikely unless one has a pre-existing medical condition.[3]
Where did it originate. Again a thorough answer. Much more thorough and well researched.
Wikipedia: Scholars of 19th-century British periodicals have pointed to the UK satirical magazine Judy as the catalyst of the evolution in the phrase’s meaning. The journal’s issue of January 3, 1877, featured the fictional diary of one John Hume, Esquire, a Scrooge-like miser who disapproves of Christmas. When Hume is invited to stay at his cousin Clara’s as a part of her household’s celebrations, he is shocked to be served slices of cold turkey on the evening of his arrival. That cold turkey is a poor substitute for the roasted and dressed dish, played for comic effect. The dissatisfied barrister stays several days nonetheless, and with each passing day, he is more and more shocked to be served cold turkey each day. The story ends with Hume, disgusted at having been treated so badly, removing Clara from his will and testament.[5] A possible hypothesis is that Hume’s behavior towards Clara – excluding and excommunicating her in retaliation for her ongoing ill-treatment of him – became known as “the cold turkey treatment”, and that word quickly spread from London to the rest of Britain, and finally the United States. An early print appearance of “cold turkey” in its exclusionary sense dates to 1910, in Canadian poet Robert W. Service‘s The Trail of ’98: A Northland Romance: “Once I used to gamble an’ drink the limit. One morning I got up from the card-table after sitting there thirty-six hours. I’d lost five thousand dollars. I knew they’d handed me out ‘cold turkey’…”
Bye bye Artificial Intelligence. But as my dear friend Dr. Alla Soufi said to me:
He: How can I miss you if you don’t go away.
My goodness what a strange life. Met Dr. Alla Soufi when I was 24. He was the Head of Psychology at McAuley Neuropsychiatric Institute housed in San Francisco’s St. Mary’s Hospital. Out relationship continued over the years. He wanted me to be with him at his death but I was having a particularly horrible time in my life. I left my third husband, was reading the San Francisco Chronicle my first morning of freedom. What did I find: Dr. Allah Soufi’s obituary. Yes, to say the least our timing was always a bit off. But who could have possible known that I would become what attentive man said when I asked::
Me: I forgot to ask: Are you a Sufi?
He: I am a Muslim who follows the Sufi path. But these are labels.
So years and years later I am following the Sufi path worshipping Allah.
