No Excuses

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Gender Bender

I may never be able to show my face in
Doha's Rogers Diner, again...

As if things aren't already lively enough for me in Doha, I go and hatch one of those uh-oh moments that left me shaking my head. I shared it on my facebook page earlier this week, but instead of gaining sympathy from my so called "friends" they laughed at me. I mean, I could be scarred for life, people. Nonetheless, I'm thankful that my mishap didn't occur at one of our usual hangouts and that no one I know was in sight, Mashalla.



I swear, they were foot washers!

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And Just For the Record

Not everyone in Qatar drives a Land Cruiser...

Yamaha

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Share and Share Alike

So sue me...I like to share. No doubt some would cry "TMI" when I open my mouth, but when I open it, it spews. What can I say? It's not that it's necessarily info that shouldn't be shared, but more like why would I share it? Bless your heart if you've run into me during my USA summer tour. You, no doubt, had to endure my latest vacation pics via my photo book creations. I do appreciate all those obligatory, "Oh, it's beautiful" comments by the way. All compliments welcomed, sincerity is optional. It's not like I just corner you in person...all social venues are fair game, as well. Now, all 545 of my twitter followers (no doubt "unfollowing" as we speak) know that I got a new phone cover (visual included). Earth shattering news like that is meant to be shared. Oh, and no one is spared from my sharing. Did I mention that David not only backed into Dustin's car once during his short stay in Texas, but TWICE. And, on that second incident, I had announced when I plopped into the car, "Watch out for Dustin's car", before the ensuing crunch. I won't even mention the Whataburger incident where he jumped over the little bumper thingy in the parking space. Hmm, maybe that's the TMI part. Anyhoo, "Heads up Doha, he's coming back your way." Have a good one, peeps!

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Circa 1930's

Happy St Paddy's Day! Did you know that St Patrick wasn't even from Ireland or that the very first St Patrick's Day parade took place in New York City in 1762? You can study up here for more historical info on St Pat.

On a completely unrelated note, old, I mean really old family pictures have been making the circuit on my facebook page these days. I thought I'd share this one of my mom and her two younger sisters. I always wondered where daughter, Kristi, got her eccentric streak, but I need look no more after seeing this pic of my mom in her Hawaiian tropic looking dress. Mom's the one in the chic hat...haha!

Lois, Margie Lou, Corrine (my mom)

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Who are Sybil & Kristi?

I'm just tweaking the blog today and taking advantage of the "page" feature that blogger is offering these days. "Who are Sybil and Kristi?"...my latest creation. I can come up with such amazing, unique titles sometimes. Anyway, bare with me (or should that be bear?), while I try to clean up my sidebar. I'll be adding a few more tabs up top to consolidate what you see on the left. So in the meantime, say goodbye, or try out the new tab up top. Ciao!


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Best Wishes Jeff and Erin

It's off to work day, but I'll leave you with what I thought to be an ingenious and entertaining wedding invitation via Youtube (Thanks, Mer). No, I don't know these people, but I'd venture to guess they would be a lot of fun to hangout with. The video is only a few minutes long and I promise it should, at the very least, put a smile on your face. Pour yourself a cup of java and enjoy Jeff and Erin's story...



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Syb Unplugged

the aftermath of the powering down...

It would be a grueling eight hours of "disconnection". So, exactly what would I do with no computer? Go to the gym and workout? Ok, that took a grand total of fifty minutes. Head to the pool and read? Sounded good, but after one full hour of calm and quiet, my adult a.d.d. was becoming unbearable. Headed back to the villa in hope that my man maid was finished cleaning. Perfect timing. He told me he was coming back later to iron David's shirts. Not no, but heck no. That'll give me something else to do. Wow, twenty more minutes used up. Flipped on Fox & Friends. Will those ACORN people ever stop aiding and abetting all those imitation "pimps and hos"? Enough of that. Time to break out that puzzle I bought a year ago. Fifteen minutes into it my body was already aching and my bent limbs stuck in place from sitting on the floor. What the heck? Am I really getting old older? Desperation set in. Called David. "Babe, I need you to come home early today. My computer is ready for that surgery you've been wanting to do. I know. You tried to get me to go the prevention route, but nooooo, I wanted to wait for it to die. Well, it's dang dead now. I need you to perform a miracle."

And as they say, "The rest is history".

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Powering Down

My lifeline is fixin' to go. For the last couple of weeks I've had to finagle the power cord to my laptop to get it to charge. Just a few little tricky adjustments here and there and voila, the charge indicator would come back on. We've hit a few stores in the area to purchase another, but it looks as though I'm going to have to mail order the part. Unfortunately, that could take anywhere from two weeks to never. As I sit here before you desperately "wiggling" the cord, while the battery is on its last leg, nothing is affecting it. No more charging icon. No more glimmers of hope. No more Facebook chatter (your Vegas updates were fun while they lasted, Fran), no more twitter, no more text emails from the kids, no more BLOGGING. My only recourse will be to have David do surgery on my power cord tonight. I'm sorry it had to come to this. Over and out. Let us pray.

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Oh, Snap?

My dear sweet oldest son, Shea, just instant messaged me from Africa asking if I was blogging today. Keep in mind, it's already 6:00PM on this side of the world. I informed him that I "worked" all day today to which he replied, "oh, snap". Your guess is as good as mine on what he meant by that. He went on to say that me working sounded like a blog in itself. Yet, again, I'm not so sure if there was a dig in that remark or not. I never liked talking via computer for that very reason. The Internet leaves a whole lot of room for interpretation. As I've always preached to my kids, it's not what you say it's how you say it. That being said, here's today's post...



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Heart Attack Grill

Being that I have absolutely nothing to talk about today, I'll leave you with some food for thought. I absolutely love this clip and cherish the fact that as of this moment in time we still have the right to eat what we want, when we want, and how we want it. For now, anyway. That being said, I don't necessarily want to pay for YOUR health insurance if you fall in the following camp. On the other hand, more power to ya!



Thanks for sharing, Regina!

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So Complicated

I have a proposition. Rather, I have received a proposition. Specifically to work outside my home. Horrors! I'm living the life of Riley over here. Why would I fall for such a thing? And who the heck is Riley, anyway. My mom always threw that phrase at me while growing up, as well as referring to me as Lady Astor, another mystery person. I don't think these terms were ever used to lovingly uplift my spirits, either. Something more to the effect of, get off your fat hiney and clean your room, little lady. So it seems, I'm being coaxed by someone years later to get off the aforementioned body part and do something! Part of me is saying, yeah baby, go for it, but the other part is saying, are you kidding me...give up all that bon bon eating? Settle down drama queen. The proposition is only for a chunk of time, not my life. Sort of like a part time, part time position. Could that be classified as same same, but different? Is anyone actually following me here. I think I've lost control of this post. Let me go. I have some thinking to do.


Picture shared by reader,Jack. Thanks,I hope you don't mind!

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Running "Bare"

I know a lot of you out there are thinking, this chick's got entirely too much time on her hands. Oh, trust me, it could be worse. Take my oldest, Shea, for example. Hanging out in the backwoods of Africa can make one's mind go in all directions. Besides critiquing and editing my posted errors on my blog and researching brewing his own beer for when he gets back to the land of the free, now he's going back to nature with his running habits. He's been researching the "Tarahumara Indians of Mexico" who run forty mile marathons barefoot. It seems that man was meant to run in his bare feet and the plethora of high tech shoes of today are not helping with all the ailments that can be caused by pounding the pavement. Ok, work with me, I'm paraphrasing tidbits of conversation from Shea. Now, I'm not saying that there is not truth in this theory, but where was this insatiable hunger for learning back in the days of high school and college? Well, Shea has shared his find with his brother Dustin, who decided to put this to the test and was off and out the door shoeless to take a neighborhood jog. Needless to say, running on asphalt in Austin, Texas with 100 degree temps can make you side track it to the grass rather quickly. Seriously, what was he thinking? How does the saying go? You can buy them books and send them to school...

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