Showing posts with label ARGH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ARGH. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Rollin with the homies....

That song is in my head.

GET OUT! GET OUT!

There that's better...

Our stuff still hasn't arrived yet.

I'm a little sick of having no furniture.

Actually I an SUPER sick of having no furniture.  I dropped a note to the girl who is suppose to be "co-ordinating" the shipping to see where are things are and she says:

"Dear Judith,
 
I'm sorry but the update has not changed as of yet. Hopefully when this is supposed to arrive to the Bahamas tomorrow they will give me additional information for this. Again I'm sorry I don't have better news. I hope to be able to update you again within the next few days."

So I wrote back:

"Thank you Jessica.

I have a question.

My understanding is that shipping lines have schedules for their ships.  While I understand things can happen (storms, mechanical failure etc...) which would impact this schedule, I fail to understand how the company cannot give us an expected arrival date.  They must have some sort of schedule otherwise how are they getting business?  Most freighters have to have some kind of target arrival date otherwise company's wouldn't engage their services.

Can you please either question the freighter company and strongly request an estimated date of arrival and reason for the delay or give me their contact details and I'll contact them for the information.

Thanks,"

So she wrote back that the office is closed and she'll get back with me.

If I don't hear anything tomorrow - I'm going to call her.


Thanks goodness for our friends who loaned us a card table, folding chairs and dishes.

Anyway since I don't have furniture I'm obsessing over furniture.

So we were shopping this past weekend and I found the couch I want to buy when we get a house.


It's from Restoration Hardware and I love it - the Mr. didn't even argue when he saw it.  We may even get it sooner rather than later.  But first I need a J.O.B.

We also like this bed from RH.


I like this chair because it fits me.


I may get two and put a table between so there is a small seating area.

I also kinda like this instead of night stands.


It looks like a night stand to me - but it's listed as a "trunk".

Go figure.

Anyway I guess my shopping will be virtual until I'm working and the stuff I already own gets here.

What a

PAIN.

IN.

THE.

ASS.

On the bright side...

I'm in AMERICA!

Monday, September 27, 2010

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?!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

International Moves

Are very stressful and frustrating.

My husband and I are tense, have had some spats, and I feel super stressed out regarding the schedule.

6 more days of work.

3 more days until they pack us out.

10 more days until we leave.

What to take?

What to sell?

And why am I getting freaky about things.

That just. Don't. Matter.

You know like should we bring these glasses?  Or get rid of them?

I'm like NO leave them, he's like YES take them.

But really who gives a crap?

They don't add any extra weight or cost to the move.

So really it's just not a big deal.

Oh and guess what - I broke a fricken mirror.

What does one have to do to negate the 7 years of bad luck?

Monday, September 13, 2010

No More Arabic Please!

I really do not like it when my web pages are flipped to Arabic.

I mean I've been typing and reading everything in English, my country is marked as America, yet my browser keeps flipping to Arabic.

My blogger page, my Google.com are both now in Arabic.

Because I can't even begin to read it and it's left to right instead of right to left I have to click on everything until I click on the English button on my Blogger page. 

I have to Google, Google.com so I can choose the English site - which may take awhile because the "smart" computer which identifies where you are physically keeps flippin me back to the Arabic site.

ARGH!

I feel like Charlie Brown trying to kick the football.

You know what!?  I'm going to be back home in time to watch It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown on TV this year!!!!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Child Marriage and other things on my mind this morning.

I was reading this blog http://stilettosinthesand.blogspot.com/ yesterday.

It's written by an American woman who's had the misfortune of living in KSA for the past 7 years.  She's just "escaped" and made it back to America.  In her blog she mentioned this 2005 article regarding child marriage.

http://archive.arabnews.com/?page=1§ion=0&article=66983&d=15&m=7&y=2005

Now, when I say child I mean CHILD.

After doing the complicated math it turns out this baby was married off by her sperm donor (there is no way I'm calling this freak her father) for the first time at the age of FIVE.

Yep that's right FIVE.

Some perverted 50 year old man married this little FIVE year old girl.

I cannot tell you how angry this makes me.  But wait...it gets better...

Her Grandmother sued and was granted a divorce for the child, but when she went to go collect her she was no where to be found.

Why you ask?

Because her sperm donor sold married her off again at the ripe old age of TEN.

Now it doesn't say what the Grandmother was going to do now that the child was married again.  Hopefully they didn't have to go through another divorce, but could just pick her up and take her home.

Yeah right, like that happened!

She's in a country where a FIVE year old can be married off legally.  I bet the poor thing is still "married" to the pedophile - and at 15 she's probably considered "used" up and he (the "husband') is most likely looking for another TEN year old "wife".

Here's another article regarding a TEN year old Yemeni girl who was raped and beaten by her 30 something year old "husband".

http://articles.latimes.com/2008/jun/11/world/fg-childbride11

She actually took matters into her own hands and went to the courts by herself to get a divorce.

This kills me - no one helped her but her Aunt and she only provided bus fare.

ARGH!!!

Here's an article about an EIGHT year old who was granted an annulment.  Her 20 something year old "husband" told the court that he had "consummated" the marriage but didn't beat her.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7351336.stm

Well that was mighty nice of him wasn't it?!

Yes, your Honor, I raped the small child BUT I DID NOT beat her.

WTF people?!

In other news...

Apparently our communist president hired this idiot - Dr. Donald Berwick - to oversee Medicare and Medicaid.

http://www.cnsnews.com/news/article/66920

This guy thinks the UK NHS system is the bomb.

Obviously he's never had to rely on it.

Clearly he's never looked deeply enough into it to realize that the government has made healthcare in the UK a nightmare.

He says "“The NHS is a bridge – a towering bridge – between the rhetoric of justice and the fact of justice.”

It's a bridge alright, a bridge to an early grave.

You have to wait a minimum of NINE MONTHS before you can get any surgery.  ANY surgery that isn't an emergency.  That was the wait time when I left the country in 2007.  It could be longer now - I'm not sure.

And I'm not sure what the NHS considers an emergency since I worked with a gentleman who needed heart valve repair surgery, his heart stopped about 6 times while he was waiting for his surgery.

SIX TIMES PEOPLE.

And it didn't bump him up in the line any quicker.

And it takes about 6 weeks to get an appointment unless you pay extra and become a "private" patient.  But you still get the same crappy doctors.

My own personal experience with the UK healthcare system was pretty impressive.  As some of you know I had a stroke back in 2001. 

Guess what?

It happened in America so I was seen immediately and hospitalized for tests the same day (turns out my neurologist thinks the stroke was courtesy of Vioxx). 

Anyway, fast forward to 2006, we're living in London - Wimbledon no less.  Suppose to be a posh area (looks like the slums in America) and you would think there would be decent doctors there.

Because your doctor is determined by your address.  Yep - you don't get a choice of doctors in the NHS you are assigned one based on your home address.  So if you want to see one near work you are S.O.L. unless you want to pay out of pocket as a "private" patient. 

Something else we get to look forward to I'm sure if dipshit Dr. Donald Berwick has his way.

So anyway it's 2006, I'm having chest pains - which really concerns me because hey I've already had a stroke - and I go to the doctor.

I tell him my history.

And he says to me, without taking my blood pressure, temperature, or even listening to my heart - you may have gall bladder problems.  If it's still bothering you in a week come back in and we'll have a look at it.

I look at him and say seriously?!  What if it's a heart attack?  He just says you're too young, if you're still feeling bad in a week come back in.

The whole thing took about 10 minutes.

And since I'm still alive it wasn't a heart attack - but if it had been I'd be dead because the doctor was an incompetent shit. 

This is the same one that saw my hubby and diagnosed his ear infection as cotton stuck in his ear - come back in a week if it still bothers you.  His eardrum burst and he now sports a scar on his eardrum.

Here is an earlier post about the UK healthcare system and here is another one and below are more articles.

"Around 10,000 people die in England each year after their cancer is diagnosed late, and the UK has one of the poorest records in Europe for spotting the disease at an early stage."
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/mar/08/nhs-early-cancer-diagnosis

"It comes as an alarming report reveals that British women are more likely to die from cancer than those in most other European countries. Death rates here are worse than in Croatia, Russia, Bulgaria and Lithuania."
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-1231940/Britains-shame-cancer-toll-women--nearly-worst-Europe.html

Oh yeah - this is just what we need...

Or we can be like the Canadians...

http://www.debbieschlussel.com/6607/obamacare-a-canadian-wait-time-preview/

They seem to have a healthcare system that is about as good as the NHS is.

OH MY GOSH!!!!  I can hardly wait to be treated like Shit when I get sick so I can die faster and in a more painful way.

Aren't you excited too!?

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Kindle

O.K. I'm not a happy camper.


I have a Kindle and while I love, love, love it I'm a little upset with Amazon.


Apparently there is a price war going on and as a result some of the publishers are not allowing Kindle editions of books.  


Which means books I've been waiting for on Kindle are not going to be on Kindle.


And since I live in the Middle East I either have to pay double for the paperback or I can't get the book at all.


Which really sucks.


Especially since I like to read racey novels....


Ones you definitely can't get over here. 


He, he, he!


I do love my erotica.


It's a font of knowledge and new things to try!


Hmmmmm.......where is my husband......