I don’t know if Bette Midler said this or if it was the Pope. Just don’t known with the internet these days (and peoples preference in women clothing). Really love the thought though. Who is right when it comes what someone else looks like anyway. Why do we always have to dress and look the same?
* sneaks away to H&M and buy the exact same clothes as that hot woman at work wore the other day and think thank god for mass production so the prices can be kept low *
Did you all have a nice Halloween (the ones that celebrates)? When I moved from Sweden a few years ago Halloween still wasn’t that big of a thing but I think it has changed the last years. In Dubai it’s a different story and in the area where we live most families went all in with house decorations and dress ups for the kids as well as themselves.
We didn’t decorate our house but I surely made sure that I would get some candy with minimal effort. I used child labor and a pumpkin outfit and told her not to come back until the bucket was full of candy. The other kids had a small little pumpkin bucket. My child had a big bucket we use for the beach which was probably three times the size of everyone else’s. Don’t want to risk running out of space.
Whilst my daughter managed to come back with a full bucket for her mum (she is not eating any sugar yet mmmmhahah) I excused myself from sharing anything. Because that’s just who I am. Hungry and sneaky.
I wanted to share some interesting conversations I had this week. Please feel free to share yours in the comment section.
– saying “no, you can’t climb in the fridge” to my toddler about three times a day. I mean thirty.
– Our lifesaver and babysitter told me that her brother is now a sister and he is happy to take the unopened makeup I have.
– Discussion over the dinner table with my husband that shitting your pants is more common than one would think. I told that when you are pregnant a fart isn’t always a fart. He nodded and said, same when you are guy, but just always. I like that we can talk about everything.
I’ll finish off with some marriage advice from a younger generation:
I guess I should start planning our play dates. And most probably my unborn childs wedding.
Can’t wait to be royal.
Do you guys have anything that you feel that you need to stop doing?
I guess we all do ..
For example, I need to stop forgetting things upstairs that needs to be taken downstairs. Especially since it takes me approximately 50 years to go down the stairs with a toodler.
She takes two steps then watches the view (the wall), sit down for a break (need a breather), stops just to laugh at something or to scream at something or just stops to turn around and walk upstairs again (yeay, let’s start over from the beginning you little …….)
Second thing is put oil all over myself and then go to pee. I can explain.
When you are pregnant and getting ready to get yourself in to an elephant state you pretend that oil will save your skin from stretchmarks and looking like one of the characters in The Expendables.
Sure, it’s probably a trick from retail again to ensure we spend our money on unnecessary things in cute bottles that smells good but it feels good to be shiny and slippery. So I have this routine that I came up with when I expected my first and every night I pretty much drown myself in oil and THEN add the fattest Nivea body lotion I can find. After the process of rubbing it in, I have more layers of protection than a polar bear and would be able to withstand a winter in the North Pole. BUT!
Its at this point I always realise I need to pee.. and people, the damn toilet seat is not meant for a slippery butt. I feel that I should report myself as a “new miss” (if my house had an HSE department) every night.
Occasionally other butts have been hurt in this process. But this butt is hairier and doesn’t slip as easy though.
Would you? Did you?
Wow, where did the summer go and how come I forgot I had a blog? So many questions, so few answers. Actually, I have answers. I lost a few brain cells in the process of creating a human being and sleeping. Or as I like to say it, my husband knock me up again. How cool is that!
One good thing about being preggo again is the fact that I need to get fat. I have to eat. The first three months of pregnancy were no good ones so I lost some weight and we all know what that means. More chocolate for me.
Second good thing with pregnancy is that it’s ok to wear tights. I love them. They are so ugly but oh, so comfy. If you are a man and reading this, please do yourself a favor and start wearing women clothing.
I’m wearing these to work tomorrow. Does that mean I get a higher salary?
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.
Because everything is a sport.
Which is cool as that means I can pretend I have time for have a hobby.
A friend of mine kindly send me these pictures and now I can’t sleep. Which is good considering I’m going to work.
A Facebook group called “Recycle, Reuse, Restore” posted the brilliant idea of how to use old dolls as indoor plant accessory instead of throwing them away when your kids don’t want them anymore.
All I here is Sting “…every step you take, every breath you make, I’ll be watching you…”