Any football fans out there? (Americans: please read Soccer, or whatever you call it). I am obviously watching the World Cup because what else is there to do. Life right..
I am very fortunate with my employer that decided to do a Google and put up major screens and bean bags in the office so we could all stay forever and work AND watch the game. Win – Win I guess.
Considering I don’t live in my home country I turn very Swedish during these Events. The flag is out and I try to brainwash as many of my colleagues as possible about meatballs and The Northern Light. I also tried to recruit an audience for the game yesterday.
As you can see the game was extremely popular. Hard to hear anything from all the noice.
Hard to keep track of these Swedish hooligans.
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.
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.
Always sunny and blue skies – Dubai
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.