The First Day...

Home.

I'm home!  I'm home!

We arrived last night and it's my first morning home.

I dropped the husband off at work, and now life begins.

I drove in rush hour traffic - but did I get frustrated?  Upset?

NO!

I'm in America and I was just taking it all in.

The blue sky, the green grass (boy do I miss the color green), the courteous drivers.

Yes, I know in about 6 months I'll be cussing a blue streak at the so called courteous drivers - but really Houstonians drive much better than the drivers in Dubai.

In Dubai the locals (and the expats who've gone native) act like the roads are their own personal race track - I'm not kidding.

I'm driving about 120km an hour (which I think is about 80mph) and they are passing me like I'm standing still.  You do NOT want to be in front of them blocking their way.  It's very dangerous.

Now I'm going to finish up a few things from work - meeting notes and such.

Then I'm going apartment hunting - let's see how long that takes.  I'm thinking a day or two.

Tonight we're buying a car.

And the job hunt is going to be kicked into full gear.

I love my life.

I love my husband.

AMERICA!

OMG! It's My Last DAY!

It's my last day in Dubai!

My last night!

And I am so excited to be going home!

This weekend we've already planned to:

1.  Go to Einsteins and Nails by TN
2.  Buy a car for Sammy
3.  Look for an apartment
4.  Visit friends

Think that's too much for the weekend?

Not really - it's surprisingly easy to buy a car in the US when you have a credit history, the same goes for getting an apartment.

So nice to be going home!

I am soooo Not Feelin' Groovy

I went out last night with a friend and my husband.

I had 3 glasses of red wine.

I may as well had 2 bottles.

I feel like shit.

How can one have a hangover like this off two small glasses of wine and one large one?

Thank goodness I didn't do this tomorrow night - I sure as hell don't want to take a 17 hour flight feeling like this.

Of course, feeling miserable might actually take my mind off the fact I'm flying.

I won't have to chant to myself that the air sucks up the wings and that's what's keeping the stupid thing in the air.

I took 3 Advil - why the hell haven't they kicked in yet?!

Here I Sit...

In the hotel room.  It's 7pm and I think it's safe to say...

I ONLY HAVE 2 MORE DAYS LEFT IN THE UAE!!!

Can I get whoop, whoop, up in here?!

We have a few things left to do.

1.  Pay the movers.  Seems like they forgot to ask for payment.  Interesting.  It's a good thing I asked.  Because apparently they will not ship anything outside the country until they have payment.  And they forgot to get it from us.

2.  Get the final bill from DEWA (the electric company here) so we can...

3.  Get the deposit back from the landlord.

4.  Get verification that the cat can fly.

5.  LEAVE!

Shakin' my ass, shakin' my ass...

I seem to do a lot of that here in this blog.

Oh well I like it and it is my blog!

Here I go, shakin' my ass, shakin' my ass, shakin' my ass!

Gracie Jane Update!

Here is the new photo of Gracie Jane!  She's about 6 weeks old now.

Isn't she adorable?!

The breeder said that they have put on about 2 or 3lbs but I can't tell because there isn't anything next to her for scale.

When we get here I'll be taking photos so we can document growth - next to a toy maybe?

I can't wait to get home and get settled. 

Only 3 more days!

Life is good...

Really good.

I'm Waiting....

For the movers to get here and finish packing me up.

For the spa to open so I change my appointment because the movers are not finished.

For my neighbor to wake up so I can go and chat while I'm waiting for the movers.

I can't believe I had to get up so early - 5:30 AM.

I can't wait to sleep in tomorrow.

I only have 5 more days left in this country!

I'm wondering if I should create a new blog for the US or just rename this blog.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

In other news - I did NOT eat that doughnut at Starbucks this morning.

THAT took some major will power.

I'm just sayin'.

I HATE Moving

Can I just say to you that I absolutely hate moving.

My husband and I are fighting.

The movers are looking at us like we're pod people.

And they are packing us up.

I'm very glad to be moving to the US, but I'm really, REALLY, stressed out.

So, I went to my neighbors.

With my Vodka.

The good stuff - Belvedere.

I had a generous glass.

So right now I AM DRUNK.

Maybe not the best way to be when moving.

But it was either this or become a raging maniac.

Moving is NO FUN!  Even when you are going to the promise land.

Oh, did I mention that it's only 12 noon now.  I was drinking at 11am.

But it's 5 o'clock somewhere right?