I got it from my mama

Whats up bloggerz? Are you enjoying the summer?

Summer in Dubai means one thing – try your best to get out of here as fast and as long as possible. This is obviously just possible if you are not working so the rest of us have to enjoy a little vacation instead and the rest of the time you get to know the inside play areas really well. Yesterday I went on one of the slides in our favorite play place so many times that my pants ripped. Not that I noticed it anyway. Well, not until a few hours later when I had been walking around flaunting my left butt cheek in the worlds biggest shopping mall, during peak time of course. Good thing I got a hell of a butt.

My husband had his birthday this weekend. He was happy that I arranged a surprise but not so happy that he realize that he actually was turning 35 and not 34. He is determined he lost a year somewhere. I said yes, it’s called getting a child.

He was also determined that I am plotting his murder after he saw his cake that I ordered . No, the guy is not dead. He is just drunk! My husband is English, come on.

Clouds are for memory back ups, right?

Sometimes it happens.

Nobody is really prepared for it or expect it.

We can sense something recognizable but we have forgotten what it really felt like.

What is it?

Is that a shadow on the ground?

Is this the chosen day?

Yes, this is the chosen day.

These are clouds.

Aaah, that’s what they are called… it’s been a while oh, fluffy white balls.

Best regards

Always sunny and blue skies – Dubai

Pour some sugar upon me

I have never wanted to eat my own feet as much as I wanted today. Actually. I don’t really like feet that much but anything can get yummy with a little bit of sugar on it.

So I went for a pedicure and to my surprise there was a Feet Menu. Of course there’s a Feet Menu! Why didn’t I ever think of that. I was trying to choose between Monster or Snowman pedicure but I ended up with a Candyman pedicure because I was hungry.

I don’t know if this is Dubai thing or if anyone else had the experience of turning your feet in to candy and ice cream? I was scared to go home afterwards thinking my dog might eat me. I was seriously delicious.

The Camel of the day

I was asked the other week if I ride on a camel when I go to work (thanks for the interesting question John – who is a fellow Swede that has a cool photo blog).

The answer is Yes.

No, it’s not. I’m not a Bedouin! Wake up!

But I do occasionally drive passed them and when I lived in Doha, Qatar, it happened more often. The national guard used to exercise their camels around 730 in the morning along the road I took to work.

Driving in Doha was a totally different dimension compared to driving in Dubai. Every roundabout felt like a life or death challenge. When you tried to enter, the cars in the roundabout speeded up to ensure you would feel the threat. Because everyone thought they owned the road. It’s MY roundabout, NO it’s MINE. The best advice I got during the road safety training my company provided, to ensure the expats would live longer than two weeks after entering the country, I got the best advice that I still live by: assume everyone is an idiot.

Funnily enough that’s how my dad raised me when I hesitated if I could do something in school or in my career. “If that idiot can do it, so can you”.

Thanks dad. Always so humble.

During the day the traffic could also suddenly come to a halt. Not because of road work or accidents but because the camels needed to use the street. You don’t mess with camels. They are worth thousands. If you hit a camel with your car, you are in deep s#it. Penalties are not low.

I don’t usually don’t do a duck face in pictures but when I do, I do it with a camel. Really, it should be called camel face. Ducks ain’t got nuffin on the camels.

When visiting any of the Middle Eastern countries, don’t forget to go to a camel race. Very different and entertaining.

Don’t bend over to read the sign

It’s been a long week at work and luckily it’s Thursday today which means last working day before the weekend. Yeay! Here in the The Middle East our weekends are Friday and Saturday and the week starts again on Sundays. I know, confusing. Took me years to get my head around it and for my body to understand why the hell I went to the office on a Sunday.

Im working on mega construction projects. In Dubai nothing is done small. Before the actual construction stage there is a lot of reviews of documents and designs. One thing I do enjoy are planning signage on new roads but it’s tricky. It needs to be simple yet straight to the point.

I can’t help but feel sorry for Kansas City. Signage can be hurtful. And I’m wondering if they learnt from their mistakes the hard way… (people in Kansas are walking weirdly this week…)

Somehow I want to send this to our chief designers to get the point through. Reviews are important. On the other hand our compliance team wouldn’t agree with me.

As usual.

Please hold my bra while I get on with my evening

After dinner my husband was on his way upstairs to put out little daughter to bed. I suddenly had an urge…

ME: Oh wait! Can you please bring my bra upstairs!

I take it off and throw it at him.

ME: CATCH!

HUSBAND: Great, thanks?

ME: Nice catch. Why so shocked?

HUSBAND: No, nothing. Nothing surprises me.

ME: You should just be happy it wasn’t a tampon.

HUSBAND: As I said, nothing would surprise me.

Good thing I’m cute.

Living in the desert is greener than you think

When I mention that I live in the Middle East people tend to think that I live in a sandpit, in a desert. Which is not wrong. We are surrounded by sand and we get reminded if we just drive a few minutes out of the main cities. Once outside of Dubai the sand dunes starts growing and we can definitely see that we are in fact in the desert. We also get our fair share of sandstorms that makes us chew sand for days.

But there is another side to the Middle East that a lot of people haven’t discovered yet and it’s the amazing cities like Abu Dhabi, Dubai in United Arab Emirates, Doha in Qatar, Muscat in Oman and Manama in Bahrain. Yes, a LOT of effort and water have to be managed in order to keep these cities green. Sustainable (and unsustainable) options are being looked in to to ensure they stay this way as well.

Below my dog is having a morning zen moment, enjoying the view and the quietness. Well, until another dog came that she tried to kill in order to protect her family.

She also has a love for jumping in to hedges and stay there.

Our area is surrounded by several man made lakes and greenery to make sure that we think we don’t live in the desert. It works pretty well up until this time of year when the heat are coming and it’s getting tough to be outside. Mornings and evenings are still nice. 7 am is about 26 degrees (80 Fahrenheit). Deodorant is turning in to an item that goes with you and on you everywhere. We sweat more than sauna lovers. At least that’s something that makes me feel right at home, as a Scandinavian.