Friday, October 29, 2010

The Forbidden Word

My little lady "Buttercup" started saying a bad word this week.

It is driving me crazy. She never stops saying "it" - over and over again!

I don't know where she picked
"it" up. Certainly not from me, I have been very careful not to say "it" around her. I learned my lesson with number one "Mr. Magoo" when he started saying "it".

But little ones are sponges and pick everything up. You cannot shield them forever.

The word is ...

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Life in Saudi

Today I am joining the "Wordless Wednesday" group.

The video starts out in dutch but the important parts are in English.


Saturday, October 23, 2010

@$#%! Friday

Ok, it is really Saturday here but it is still Friday somewhere so I am posting a @$#%! Friday post along with "The Mayor". In Saudi the weekend falls on Thursday and Friday and even tho I have lived here for over a year it still f*cks me up!

Last night while I was watching tv and the hubby was on his laptop looking at emails he mentioned that a group of his friends are on a "guys weekend". They all flew from Toronto to Dallas for a baseball game and some other sporting event. They were sending him messages from some world series playoff game. He said if we weren't in Saudi he would have gone with them. WTF!!! He can fly all the way to Dallas for a weekend but if I ask for a day at the spa here in Saudi he asks if it falls into my monthly budget?!

I said does that mean I could also go on a "girls weekend" when we return to Toronto? He said what do I need a weekend away for? He works all week and never does anything for himself - WTF!!!! This conversation was just going from bad to worse. I decided to bite my tongue and let it go.

Sometimes you have to treat your hubby like the children - you have to pick your battles.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Not A Stepford Wife

I knew when I became a stay-at-home mom I would not be the type to be all "pretty" when the hubby gets home from work. Dressed, makeup, dinner on the table, this does not happen in our house.

I am a jeans and t-shirt kinda girl, if I have gotten out of my pj's that day. Or since we moved to Saudi it will be shorts and t-shirt. My hair will be combed, occasionally, usually just thrown in a ponytail. Makeup will be a tinted moisturizer with SPF.

One thing that I will not let slide is the house cleaning. I need to have everything neat and tidy. With 2 young kids you can imagine how tough this is to maintain. The hubby came home late last night and was hungry, he would usually eat out. I didn't feel like cooking anything myself so I took the kids outside to play and left him to it. Before we left I made a point of casually mentioning how hard I worked to tidy up after the kids and finished dinner, hoping he would get the hint and keep it that way.

Wishful thinking...

I returned to dirty pans on the stove, dishes in the sink and every cupboard in the kitchen open. What the f*ck is it with this guy and cupboard doors, he always leaves them open! I decided to leave it and hope he was going to clean it up later, didn't happen. There is a f*cking dishwasher how tough is it to put these things in there.

I got to thinking - maybe he thinks this is my job? Is it, now that I am home?
If he is expecting a stepford wife he is going to have a hell of a wait...

Saw this picture and had to post it - hilarious considering where I live!!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Keeping Up With The Jones

My birthday is during the summer so as a kid I never had birthday parties with my classmates. My school friends and I all went our separate ways the end of June until September.

My son's birthday is in October. Last year, his first year in school (JK), parents were told they can bring in a cake to celebrate with classmates. So that is what I did. I brought in cupcakes (instead of cake) and a small treat (candy) for each kid in his class. He attends a private international school where class sizes are limited to 12 kids. Easy peasy.... I am not the "Martha Stewart" type so I can handle this.

With each kids birthday last year things got more extravagant. By the end of the year parents were delivering cake, McDonald's Happy Meals and a large loot bag full of toys for each kid. Boy was I glad I had his birthday over with before this started.

Well today was the first birthday of this school year. And the precedent has already been set high. Again with the Happy Meals and huge loot bags. This kids parents must have even found out girls vs boys because his loot bag was full of Spiderman and Ben10 items. Great ! With my little guys birthday coming up in a few weeks what the hell am I to do. I hate the idea of trying to "keep up with the Jones".
Perhaps I will be the one to step up and "lower" that bar. I am sure that some of the other parents will appreciate this. Come on they are 5 year olds right?

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Blondes Have More Fun

This is true for me. I have always been blonde but after living in Saudi for about 6 months I was totally bored. I went to the hairdresser and said I want to be a brunette just to add some excitement to my boring existence here. I loved the dramatic look for a while. This weekend I decided I needed to return to my roots and I am lovin' it! Being blonde just seems to brighten up your whole face.

The salon also has a spa so I treated myself to a facial as well. While laying there being pampered I found my mind wandering back to the kids. Did the hubby remember to give them lunch? Hopefully he wasn't letting the boy nap (the hubby would usually do this while the baby napped) so he could have a break. Spending a few hours alone with the kids just wears him out, poor guy (insert eye roll here), then at bedtime wonder why he won't go to sleep. The kitchen was probably a mess, toys will be everywhere and so on.

This is suppose to be my "down" time but all I do is worry about what is going on back at home. I am just not able to switch it off.

Perhaps someday I will be able to walk out and leave it all behind when I close that door. I look forward to this day...

Special Note:
To my fellow Canadians - Happy Thanksgiving. I miss this time of year so much. The crisp cool air and the colour of the leaves. Enjoy...

Monday, October 4, 2010

Lost - My 2 Girls...please return

never had a large chest, not even average. I wore a size 32A and even that was roomy. But before children everything was in proportion.

While pregnant I went to a 34B which was perfect in my mind. Unfortunately after 2 kids my girls decided not to return. My body had gotten wider (rib cage & hips) during pregnancy and stayed that way - I now wear a 34A. Shopping for bra's is such a pain for me. Nothing fits properly. Even my hubby has commented about the girls leaving. I now understand the term "flat as a board".

I am not against plastic surgery. I am sure the hubby would love a little improvement up top but is not willing to fork out the dough. So perhaps I should give this a try...

Boob job in a bottle: The £125 gel that says it'll make you a half-cup size bigger

Hell I am willing to try anything.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Don't Hate Me Becuz I'm Beautiful

Most men complain because their ladies take such a long time getting ready to go out. They spend hours in the bathroom doing god knows what. When they finally emerge and ask "how do I look" you better have the correct response without hesitation.

In our home one of us changes our clothes numerous times – indecisive and unsatisfied. We put on one outfit, discard that one and try another then another then another…only to end up in the original outfit 30 minutes later while the partner sits patiently waiting, more likely, impatiently waiting. They have so many items in the bathroom you could open your own drug store.

You might be thinking that person is me because I’m the girl, after all and isn’t that what girls do? Yeah, that’s the stereotype.

In our home "the girl" would be my hubby.

I can get myself and the kids dressed, house tidy, snacks packed and then we sit and impatiently wait for "the lady" of the house to pull herself together.