My colleague told me she was hanging out with her nephews six and eight years old, during Christmas and they had some good conversations. This one was my favorite
Six year old comes running.
Child: listen.. LISTEN .. I got a joke to tell you.
Adult: Cool, tell me.. TELL me.
Child: WHY does the elephant wear two pairs of pants?
Adult: Hmm.. can it be because he has four legs..?
Child: Noooooooo! Its because he has a hole-in-one!
Adult: Ok.. Did you mean to say why does the GOLFER wear two pairs of pants?
Child: Aaah yeah, damn it.
The picture is of someone (ok me..) that felt like an elephant playing golf. I was four months pregnant and felt h u g e. Funny to look back at it now and think that I had no clue how good I looked there and elephant size was about to come. This was more like chubby little dog compared to a few months later.
I considered myself a good cook until I had a child.
Happy New Year all! Did you learn anything 2017? No, probably not right. Nothing much more than everyone is stressing about ripples and bitcoin and what else I couldn’t care less about. Everyone is my office is running around like they got fire in their asses, yelling out random numbers, buy…sell… yo, shuv it up your….
I didn’t mean to sound negative but yeah, I did. And I just had a very bad lunch. I normally sit two hours before lunch and fantasize about how good it will be (how sad is this?) and then I ended up with a dry freakin sandwich which made me think it was made in the desert…. oh, wait…. it was.
A few of my colleagues are also comparing tattoos. They are all symbols of something meaningful like a dragon for some Chinese dude (yes, surprise right!), one has a tree that symbolize the state she is from and someone has their flag. I just feel that all tattoos are “taken” BUT if we are all inking symbols then I’m doing a Swedish meatball. Or mint ice cream.
Because food is everything.
So it wasn’t really a white Christmas in Dubai. Surprise! But nature did the best it could and gave us white:ish Christmas.
Hope everyone is doing well and have leftovers for dinner for the next month.
Can we discuss these “man sized” tissues that I found today in the store.
I would love to have been in the meeting when Kleenex decided that there was a gap in the tissue market for men.
I have so many questions…
Is it for a giant … man cold? Hands?
Well hello, my little readers. Are you all set for Christmas or are you stressing around just wishing it was over? I’m definitely ready. I been ready all year. I love Christmas.
This year we are celebrating Christmas in Dubai. Love how this country is a total mess of all religions and celebrations. One day we celebrate Diwali and the other one Ramadan. Now it’s Christmas turn.
Last week we had a neighborhood gathering where we collected money to make sure everyone in the community will get a Christmas dinner. I ended up chatting with two ladies from the Philippines and they asked why pale people are full of brown spots. I said because our grandparents were Dalmatians. Obviously.
Then one lady nicely said that she wish she was fat like me. This already happened to me a few times so I’m not as shocked anymore by this comment. First of all I’m not really overweight so I don’t really care. Secondly they always have an explanation which is not what you would expect so it make the whole situation hilarious. This lady continued with “I wish I was fat like you because when grab your skin I get a chunk of it in my hand. I don’t get that because I don’t have fat”.
All countries to their own I guess… When I went to Uganda I found out that everyone called me “long nose”. I think that’s pretty common to be called as a westerner or maybe I just have to accept the fact that I have a long nose, am fat and have dots like a dog.
Well at least it’s good we don’t all look the same in the world… I’m telling myself while I dress my dog as Santa’s little helper and trying to get her to look like a dog that is cold. She wouldn’t look more miserable even if I tried..
Yesterday was Lucia dagen in Sweden which is an awesome tradition where you walk around in your night gown (as it looks), in the early hours of the morning and scaring people with your un-tuned morning voice.
Click this link to watch a short and fun movie about how we celebrate:
Swedish Lucia for dummies
Is it only me that can go to bed at night and be excited about the coffee I am going to drink the next morning?
Today we went for a school trip, as I like to call it. At work they call it “building a professional business case by shadowing a well known and complex operation”… but who can say that anyway. Therefore school trip it is.
I sat next to one of our awesome ladies from the Philippines who told me that hours after she was born, a gecko fell down from the roof and landed on her forehead. Her mum that’s was holding her in her arms was petrified and just starred at it for about a minute before it decided to move. My colleague explained to me that she was convinced this meant good luck and that she is the lucky charm in the family due to this. I explained that if it happened in Sweden the hospital would be in lock down.
On a totally different note… This is a picture of a mince pie. Well half of it as the other part is in my belly. It was a rather interesting discovery today to notice that mince pie is not with meat but dried fruit. I wish someone would have warned me. My mouth wasn’t ready for that kind of shock.