Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Good Golly Molly!

My husband's boss decided today that he should concentrate solely on North America, with an eye to Europe for opportunities. 

What does that mean you ask?

It means he will be based in HOUSTON!  And he won't have to visit the ME monthly!

Does it get any better than this?!

I don't think so!

Well, maybe if Gabi were still around to enjoy it...

Oh, I just thought of something - since he's going to be based in Houston it may mean that I won't be staying with my BBF SP for a the few months that we had planned. 

Hmmm - I was looking forward to hanging with her and the family for a few months.

Oh well - I'll still be A LOT closer to her than I am now!


Monday, August 30, 2010

Katherine Heigl and Peanut Butter

I had a dream last night.

It was me, Katherine Heigl, my sister, and a really good friend (this friend was nameless, and faceless but in my dream a very close friend).


Why in the world would Katherine Heigl be in one of my dreams?  I don't even particularly care for her movies, and I didn't see one last night.


Anyway, in the dream we were on a train going somewhere.  My sister and Katherine knew where we were going.

We were going to cross off #4 on "the list". 

So after we got to where we were going we took a van to go back.

By the way, I have no idea where we went or what we saw.

We all pile into the van with the driver and started to drive down the train tracks.

I'm like "what if a train comes?!" and the driver says don't worry trains can't travel on these tracks because of the boulders.

And sure enough there were boulders in the tunnel, because of course we were suddenly in a tunnel.

But the tunnel was as bright as day.  And it had boulders everywhere, and the tracks were like straight up.

To the point that I was leaning back and completely perpendicular to the ground.   And when I looked over one of the boulders had crushed some boots and had bugs under it.


So we get out of the tunnel and we're magically sitting around, I think in a boat, and Katherine Heigl says, "there I've marked four things off my list, see?". 

She hands me her camera and it has peanut butter on it.  She's using peanut butter to mark things off her list.

I'm like, "I can't see the list for the peanut butter.  What did we just look at?  What was #4 on the list?".  And "Can I wipe this peanut butter off?".

In my dream I start wiping the peanut butter off and then I wake up.

WTF - where did that come from?!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Transfer Complete!

Well almost...

I've been trying to move my travel blog over to this account so I only have to log in once to manage my accounts.

It was a pain because even when you download the old blog then upload it back up to the new - as per the instructions - it didn't carry over any of my photos.

And I was trying to preserve what I had done without any changes.  You know capture the moment in time and all.

Any way I had to do a manual process of copy and past, but every time I went from one blog to the other I got logged out.

I was not happy!  But I did get if finished, for the most part.

I have like one or two posts left to go - I think - I got blocked out last night so I have to wait  a few days to get back into the old account.

But I have most of it moved over here in the new account so I can start blogging about the places we've been since the beginning of the year.


Whoo hoo!

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Monkeys and Kittens

This was so cute I just had to share it!

The monkey has adopted the kitten.

It's too cute!

Libya is the New Dubai

Have you heard about this?

Apparently Libya is the new Dubai...

I'm all for Muammar Gadhafi renouncing terrorism.  I hope this is true because with the "President" of Iran acting like a crazy man there needs to be more stability over here in the Middle East.

Maybe if people in the Middle East were more educated and exposed to different cultures and the concept of civil rights house maids wouldn't have to be subjected to hot nails being hammered into them.

Yes that really happened to a Sri Lankan house maid in KSA.  Here is the articleshe had 13 nails and 5 needles removed.  They couldn't get the other 6 needles in her hands because it could have damaged her nerves.

House maids should be warned before they go to KSA and given help numbers.  Or they should have to check in weekly with their country's embassy with a code word that means, "GET ME OUT OF HERE!".

I'm so glad I was born an American.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

I need a Burqa for my Blackberry!

Oh wait, I need a Blackberry first!

A friend of mine showed me this article in the News Biscuit.

I mean how funny is that?!

It's a teeny tiny little Burqa for your Blackberry.

I wonder if you can really buy them...I want to get one for my husband.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I'm doing a little happy dance...you just can't see it!

Guess what!?

I gave my notice in the office today!

I'm moving back to the good old U. S. of A!!!!!

Crazy happy dance, crazy happy dance!

I am going to be so busy because our lease here is up on Sept 30 and I have to organize an international move in just 5 weeks.

But I don't care because I'M GOING HOME!!!

I'm...shankin my ass, shakin my ass, shakin my ass!

America watch out I'ma comin home!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Sexual Servitude versus Jail



How desperate would you have to be to prefer this:

Over jail (see article here)?

Not me I can tell you.  Of course I've never been to jail - but I can't imagine agreeing to become this man's sex and house cleaning slave to get myself out of jail.

I mean - what exactly happened during her 12 day jail stay that made him seem like the better choice?!

And are the police looking into that?  You'd think they would want to make sure something horrendous didn't happen in jail.

I'm not even a police officer and I want to know what could make that "man" a better choice.

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

I'm very happy right now.

I'll tell you more tomorrow!

But I can tell you this I am sooooo HAPPY!

And I'm having some Ben Nevis!

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

Monday, August 23, 2010

I can't believe I use to be so small!

I'm going through my clothes - ones that I've had in my cedar chest for the past 5+ years.

Do you know that I use to wear a petite small in my dress shirts?

That I'm looking at a size five sun dress that I use to wear all the time?!  Yes the sun dress I use to wear when I was 28 - but still...

I am getting rid of all my size 8 suits that I use to wear in Houston.  Not only do they not fit - they're out of style.  About 7 - 9 years out of style.  So even if I lost my voluptuous curves - I still wouldn't wear them.

So out the door they go.

Who knows what else I'll find - considering that I haven't shifted through these things since London.  I don't think I even looked at this stuff when we moved from London to Dubai - I think the last time I actually looked at this stuff was when we moved to London.

Like in Feb / March 2005.

Treasures to uncover....

Lady Gaga - Alejandro

Have you seen this video?


When I first saw it I thought Lady Gaga was making fun of video ho's by having man ho's in her video.

Then my husband looked it up on Google and he saw this:  http://vigilantcitizen.com/?p=3979

Which is very interesting - a lot of conjecture about the illuminati, God, and homosexual undertones.

I looked it up and got this:  http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1641136/20100609/lady_gaga.jhtml

Apparently the director was thinking about a woman's lost love.

Interesting how people assign their own weird meanings to things.

When I was at University I took an English class, the teacher had us read Cinderella and then wanted us to write about the feminist undertones of the story.  How it highlighted the oppression of women.

I wrote that there were no feminist undertones to the story, that people just assigned their own meanings to it, ones the author never intended.  I wrote that Cinderella was just a story written by some guy trying to shut his kids up, put them to bed, and teach them a lesson at the same time.  The moral of Cinderella - be nice to people or it just may bite you in the ass, aka what goes around comes around.

The teacher was a bit pissed at me at going "off topic" but at least she gave me a C instead of an F.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Blackberry usage

Can I whip my husband?

In Saudi a man whipped his wife because she was spending too much time on her blackberry and wasn't paying enough attention to him.


I don't agree with this, at all.  But I can understand it, the blackberry is an addiction.

It's Satan's tool. 

Get thee away from me!

In other news...Mickey Mouse must DIE!


Ha, ha, ha!

Saturday, August 21, 2010


Can you believe it - I was actually a bit productive this weekend.

I cooked food for the first part of the week.

I sorted through some boxes and tossed out a lot of stuff!

But, I didn't do an inventory of what needs to be insured.

My goal tonight is to start sorting through my clothes.  I have way too many that I don't wear. 

Well actually, can't wear.

It's the F.A.T.

My bootie is too big for a lot of my clothes. 

I have a hard time letting go.  Especially when I really like something.

I keep thinking - I just need to loose xx pounds.  Then It'll fit.

I don't think those size 4's are going to ever fit again.


So it should be safe to let them go, hmmmm?

Friday, August 20, 2010

Poems and Thoughts

Today the Vet called me.  He wanted to see how I was doing.

It made me cry a little.


I put together an album of my photos of Gabi over the years - but I can't finish it until I find the photos of her in her princess costume.

Yeah - I went a little overboard sometimes.

I dressed her for halloween.

And just because.

I don't care what my husband said...she enjoyed it!

Anyway, I wanted a nice poem or a quote to add to the album (it's digital to be printed by Mac).

And I came across these:

"Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

John Galsworthy


The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

Ben Hur Lampman


I Remember

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying. You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "It's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "Good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out... then come home to be with me.

Author unknown

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Where is my money "They" keep promising me?!

When is my 400 million US Dollars going to show up in my account?

I'm tired of working everyday.

I mean "They" said all I had to do was give out my account information and my magically inherited / won / found money was going to be transferred into my account.

Maybe I need to pay a "handling fee"?

I guess I'll just have to work until it shows up.

Just think what you could do with that kind of money.  Even if you were taxed at 50% you would still end up with 200 million.

If you invest it conservatively at 4% that's 8 million a year, less tax say 35%, it leaves you with 5.2 million.

Which is roughly 430 thousand dollars a month.

I can live on that.  Easily.

I'm waiting...

I'm a Bit Slow...

I just realized that there are Stats on Blogger.

It tells you how many times your blog has been looked at and from what part of the world the looker is from.

I seem to have a lot of hits from Canada.

116 to be exact.  Since May 2010. 

Who likes me in Canada?  Or is it friends here in the UAE that are accessing the internet through Canada? 

You know to circumvent the censoring over here.

I don't know anyone in Canada, and since my internet is circumventing via the US I know it's not me.

It's kinda exciting - seeing that people are looking at my blog.

There are even pageviews from Germany, Denmark, and the Netherlands.

And I haven't been in any of those countries since May.  I haven't been to Denmark since Thanksgiving about 5 years ago.

It's very exciting. 

Hand Soap, Knick Knacks, and Other Household Items

I was just dinking around in the bathroom and I was thinking...

I can't wait to move back to America because I can get really nice smelling hand soap for my bathroom at Paula Fridkin Designs.

I can buy my pots and pans from Williams and Sonoma.

I can get nice sheet sets from TJ Maxx as well as inexpensive work clothes.

And it will be easy peasy.  It won't be a production, getting there, parking etc...

I mean it is easier to get around Dubai than it was getting around London.

But it's so much easier to get to places in Houston.

And I want to buy a house so I can take care of something that is mine.

Decorate something that is mine.

Have a yard with a BBQ.

Have grass instead of a sand pit.

It'll be another 6 months before we move.

But I can't wait.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

It's a quite, quite house today.

I came home from work today (yes I went in because I had a client meeting).

And the house was empty.

No barking to announce my arrival.

No wiggling mass of goo happy at my arrival home.


I'm sitting in "our" chair.


I know she'd been gone a lot in the past week but I was visiting her and calling to check up on her.  So she was still driving the actions in my life.

Now nothing.

There's no one to call, nothing to do to try and make her life easier.


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Story of Gabi (Feb 2000 - August 11, 2010) - My Favorite Memories

One day in August of 2000, about a month after I lost my previous dog (Eddie) to a hit and run driver, my neighbor stopped by my house.  She had just finished her walk with her dog and was returning my sweater she had borrowed.

And right behind her was this cute little brown puppy.  I thought she was dog sitting and I started cooing over the cute little puppy and when I went down to pet her my neighbor shouted,


I jumped back and said "Why?!".

"Because she's not with me! She followed us from the park where someone dumped her off.  I can't take care of her, do you want her?"

I said, "No, it's only been a month since Eddie died - I'm just now getting his stuff together to take to the shelter".

She left, but the dog didn't follow her, she stayed and laid down outside my door, which I shut because I was not ready for another dog.

That lasted about 10 whole minutes.  I couldn't stand it, she was so cute and pathetic looking.  So I opened the door and called her in, fed her watered her and told my sister that she was taking her into the vet the next day because I had to work.

That is how Gabi came into my life, became my companion, my baby, my center.


What a happy, gentle dog.

She hated eating alone.  I would pour her food out in the morning, but she wouldn't eat it until I got home at night.  Even then she would take a mouthful of tiny bite food (she didn't like the big nuggets) drop them at my feet wherever I happened to be in the house, then daintily eat a few nuggets at a time.  It took her forever to finish her bowl of food.


Gabi loved the park, she would get so excited for our daily walks that she would spin in circles.

On the bed.

On top of me.

At 5:30 AM.  

Every. Single. Morning.

And Lord did she loved the water.  The park where we walked (the one she was found in) had a Bayou where she'd swim and chase the fish.  She would run down sloped concrete sides barking at the fish, then take a running jump into the water trying to catch them.  The first few times she did that it scared the crap out of me.  She got some serious air when she jumped into the water.

Sometimes I'd have to go down to the water and grab her halter and haul her out because she didn't want to leave.

Amazing considering the fact that I had to push her into the water the first few times she got in.  Not a very good doggy mama thing to do!  Oops!



Gabi loved fish.

Not eating them, that wasn't her thing - although she did like caviar.

She did like chasing them, but that wasn't her favorite thing about fish either.

What she liked to do with fish, what she LOVED to do fish, didn't happen until after they died.

Yep that's right, she loved a dead fish.

Guess what she did with the dead fish.

She rolled in them.  AARRGGHH!

I can't tell you how many times I was late to work because I had to give her a bath in order to get the rotted fish off her before we went into the house.

She had to be one of the cleanest, nicest smelling dogs in neighborhood because I had to wash the rot off her at least once a week.


My little love muffin had one of the best personalities.  She even won over my husband, who unbeknownst to me at the time, didn't particularly care for dogs.  He'd been bitten as a child.  He said he didn't tell me because he knew who would win in a him or Gabi scenario.

Smart man.

But she won him over.  He said she was so sweet and had such an expressive face and cool personality that he totally fell in love with her.

He even stopped trying to keep her out of the bed.  We would tell her to get down and make her lay on her own bed next to ours.  But she would just wait until we fell asleep then hop up.

Finally one night he said, "Just bring her up with us she'll end up in the bed anyway".  I just grinned.


One of Gabi's favorite indoor activities was having her belly scratched.  I think that's really what won my husband over.  He couldn't resist the cuteness she exuded when she would jump up on the couch, sit up like a gopher then lean back until she was either propped up on the arm of chair or against us.

That way we could have easy access to her belly.

So we could scratch it.

Without stopping.


I loved that little dog.  I had her for 10 years and it seems like I only had her for a minute, but it feels like I had her forever.

She moved to London with us then to Dubai.

And she'll be coming back to America with us too, but in our hearts, not in our hands.

I had to have her put down today.  She was in too much pain and I couldn't put her through it anymore.

She looked at me, she knew.  I knew.  And it was peaceful.

But man am I sad.

Scratch my belly PLEASE!

The news today...

There were some interesting articles in the paper this morning.

If you are caught eating or drinking in public you will be arrested.


But if you are working out in the 110F heat, and you feel like you absolutely must, you can break your fast without being arrested.


Isn't that nice.  If you think you're going to pass out from dehydration while working on an oil rig you will be allowed to have a drink.  But you have to make it up later.

This makes no sense to me.  Working on an oil rig is dangerous.  Why would you even attempt to make someone fast on one of these?  Or why would you allow a person who insists on fasting to work on one?

Here is a comment from the article which cautions those who break their fast - apparently Satan is waiting for you to break your fast so he can "get" you. 

"It is a fine declaration for whoever is not able to fasting under sun, but on the other hand if Islamic affair is not giving strict conditions, people will go away from their responsibilities. How it will happen? Satan will take advantage of people's inability, he will insist the person who break the fast before dusk such as say, "dont worry Allah know your inability, or keep fasting next year". Like those ideas will be given and pushed him to go away from Islam until his death. So, every one think before you break fasting during Ramadan. Ramadan comes once in a year, it is a gift from Almighty Allah."

Hmmmm....I'm all for practicing your religion - but not if it's going to endanger the lives of the people around you.  I do not like being on the road with a bunch of people who have not eaten or drank anything since 4:30 in the morning.  Dehydration causes dizziness, fainting, and lack of concentration. Just what one needs when one is driving a car, or a truck, or a semi with a full load.

Endanger your own life if you want, don't endanger mine.

Here's another good one...

Apparently if you are 14 and you had sex with a 25 year old you will be jailed for having "consensual sex".  That's a six month sentence followed by deportation.

Of a 14 year old.  GIRL.

Who was targeted by a MAN more than 10 years older than she is.  He only got a year in jail.


The comments section on this article were closed off.  I guess they don't want anyone to point out how ridiculous it is to jail a 14 year old for having sex with an adult. 

Here's another article that just made me shake my head.

At a wedding in Saudi the mother of the groom slapped him because the helped his bride on with her shoe.  Well I don't blame her!  What WAS he thinking?!

I'm not sure if it was at same wedding or a different one, but the guests at a reception walked out after seeing a slide show of the bride and groom growing up then kissing at the end of the show.

The guests said there were "shocked, charging that the clip was not acceptable and that it was inspired by movies screened on private television channels".


The world is an interesting place.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Socialized Medicine: Here's another WTF for you.

A man won the lottery in the UK.

Guess what he wants to spend his winnings on?

Knee replacement surgery.

Why?  Because he tore his cruciate ligament 15 years ago and had to go on disability.

Why was he on disability?

Because NHS will not put you on the wait list for knee replacement until you are 55.

So instead of paying maybe 20k for knee replacement they wanted to pay him disability until he had his surgery.

He tore the ligament when he was 35.

Does that make sense to you?


BTW Google lottery winner and knee replacement and see what you get.


There are a lot of people in the UK who use their lottery winnings to get knee replacement.


Feelin' Groovy

This entire week I've had this overwhelming feeling of dread.

A constant sick feeling in my stomach.

Waking up in the middle of the night trying to figure out what was wrong, what was missing.

Half asleep asking myself, "Where is Gabi?".

Then remembering.



She's at the vet.


So everyday I visit.

I call two, three times a day.

Everyone knows me by sight now.

"Oh it's Gabi's Mom, go get the Doctor" (I have no name at the vet).

Well, today the Doctor called me at work to give me an update on her condition.

Good news - her blood count is up from 16 to 23, it's suppose to be around 45, but it's increasing rapidly so he's not worried.

Her kidney function is in normal range - which he said was surprising considering she's had two major surgeries in the past 6 days which left her with one kidney.

The best news of all... she can come home!

But we still don't have the biopsy results from her spleen and kidney.  They had to send that off to South Africa.

Third world country you know.

And people here don't really give a crap about animals, so off to SA pet testing goes.

Anyway, on my way to pick her up I was thinking about how sad I felt and how I missed my husband and I figured I'd spend the evening wallow in the bed or sitting on the couch staring into space.

Because, well, I've got this overwhelming feeling of doom hanging over me.

And that's what you do when you have doom.

I walk in to the vet - and I get the regular shout out... "Hi Gabi's Mom!" (I'm resigned to the fact they will never know MY name).

I collect my little dog with all her medicine and instructions on how "calm" I have to keep her for the next two weeks.

And I can't believe how much more alert and happy she is.  She even sat up for the whole car ride home looking out the window like she usually does.  And she was wiggling in joy around me.

The last time I took her to the vet she didn't even raise her head from the car seat, much less sit up.

My mood starts improving.

Then we get home, I change then sit in "our" chair.  It's the chair Gabi and I hang out in during the evenings.  I'm scratching her back, rubbing her belly, massaging her feet...AAANNNDD

I realize that I'm happy.

All the way to the bone happy.

No doom and gloom, no sick feeling.

Just happy.

All is right in my world.

Tonight at least.

It doesn't get any better than this...

Well without my husband home it doesn't get any better than this.

With him home it would be perfect.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

O.K. I'm a little D.R.U.N.K.

I'm a little drunk tonight.

Maybe not a little - maybe a lot.

My little love Gabi, my little dog that I've had for the last 10 years is ill.

Very ill.

Like they've taken her spleen and one of her kidney's ill.

And they still don't know what exactly is wrong with her ill.

I've had her since I was single and she landed on my door step.  Someone had starved her and dumped her in the park across the street from where I lived to die.  And of course she found her way to my front door and I had to keep her.

She was in my bed before my husband (he has her side of the bed now).

She keeps me company when he's out of town.

She's the reason why I don't freak out at every little sound in the house.

She's the reason why my blood pressure isn't sky high.

Even the cat misses her (she's in the hospital right now and the cat is freaked out).

I love this little dog (maybe not so little - she weighs 40+ pounds and has pitbull in her).

I rub her belly and everything is o.k. in her world and in mine.

She's so sweet.

Look at that face.  How can you deny it?

I'm shattered.

I don't know if I've done the right thing in having the vet take her spleen on Tuesday and her kidney today.

Am I prolonging her life because I'm being selfish and I need her in my life?

They don't know if it's cancer and if it's not they think she can have a full recovery.

But I'm putting her through so much.  She's had 2 major surgeries in the 6 days.  I don't want her to be in pain, but I want to give her every opportunity.

For her sake and mine.

I love this little dog.  She's been with me through so much - being married, living in the hell that's known as London, living in Dubai - which while it's not hell but it's half way there.

I know that she's "just a dog" but anyone who's had a dog as a part of the family knows they worm their way into your heart and it's like losing a member of the family.

And I worry that I'm trying to extend her life past what is good for her, just because I need her so much.

I'm so sad.

I wish we were in the US where she would have better care.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

The great house hunt...

We're going to start looking for a new place to live...

Here in Dubai.

For about 6 months.

Hopefully we can find a 2 bedroom with maid's quarters for a low price.

I'll start on Sunday.

Right now I'm enjoying my Ben Nevis, watching movies, while the hubby is napping.

Life is good.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


California overturned Prop 8!

I'm so excited!  One more step toward equality for everyone in America!


Hopefully this can be something that will soon be at the Federal level and not just state by state.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

My life

Is  a bit up in the air right now - I don't really want to talk about it because I think it'll jinx the outcome.

Superstitious much?

If it doesn't go well I'll be crushed.

So thinking positive, happy, healing, thoughts.

Please feel free to join in.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

I'm back....

And I started my diet yesterday.

So far so good - but it has only been 2 days...

Being in the good old US of A was not kind to my waistline.

I just couldn't help myself - Brisket, Cupcakes, TexMex, drinks and eats with the peeps.

How could I say no?!

When I go to the US it's the only vacation where I gain weight - anywhere else, Europe, Asia etc... I never gain a pound.

But send me to America - I can't help myself - I chomp down all the foods I miss.

And I chomp them down multiple times.

Yum, yum, yum.

What can you do?