Random Thought, Pet Peeves etc.

I couldn't actually come up with enough fully formed ideas to make one complete blog post. Since I'm drowning in projects and annoyed up to my eyeballs, I'll group them all together in one place.

--> I'm turning against my own kind. Although I'd rather not be counted among other MMB's (mormon mommy bloggers) some think that I should just "Semper Fi" . I can't stand the stupid pseudonyms ('Mr. Choopy-woopy & I watched offspring #7 feed #3 a pop tart. Yummers.' Gag me. What are they, the Borg?) acronyms (although, can't blame 'em for that. it's programmed in every LDS's DNA) bad grammar & spelling, over-sized fonts and brightly colored texts make me want to vomit. I'm no nit-picker and I'm not out looking for a fight, I'm just annoyed. I will use the occasional slang word or abbreviation, but come on people, make some coherent conversation. These are smart, intelligent (I think) women that can do better than pander to a stereotype. Yes, I do read NieNie. That's different. We both have some common grounds (barely out of our 20's, 4 children, religion) and, you know, I just feel for her. I'm usually able to overlook most of my pet peeves. 'Nuff said.

--> Grant's new favorite expression. ". . . put off my shoes." Well, you put on your shoes, the logical response would be to "put off my shoes." "Mommy, I need help to put off my shoes." I've made it over the initial lost-in-translation barrier and it makes sense now.

-->Turn right to go left. This is rule number one for driving in Egypt. If there is a left hand turning coming up, go around all the people to the right and cut right in where it convenient for you. I think watching the movie, "Cars" is a prerequisite to receiving your driver's license in Egypt. Following Doc Hudson's advice of turn right to go left!

I'm Scared

We are wrapping up week 3 of the "Without an Elevator" saga. And it may be fixed today. We're getting positive reports from our trusty bowab, Mahmoud, that all is well, new motor is being installed and something about inshallah.

I know this word is just ingrained into the Arabic language, it's an expression. But seriously, when we're dealing with a metal box that hauls my children (precious cargo, IMHO) husband and myself up and down the height of six stories, I don't want to hear the arabic equivalent of "Yeah, hopefully" used in the same sentence as "Yes, the elevator is fixed."

I think I'm going to let Mahmoud and our landlord use it for a while, just to see how it goes. I'm not going to fall to my death 6 short weeks before I'm released from this place called Cairo.

Some Dog

Ok, Katelyn, you need to teach Sage how to do this! Or Chris! I stumbled upon this little gem while wasting time this morning. I know, easy, easy post. But seriously, how could I NOT share this?

The million dollar idea!

Let's face it, we're all looking for that golden ticket. When will the inspiration come and in what form? Well, I got mine the other day. I was picking little grains of rice out of the carpet (again) when it dawned on me. We have a sippy cup to transport nice, watered-down juice to the kids gullets, why not have something in the same concept for rice? To dispense the rice one grain at a time. Yay. I mean, we've got those cool non-spillable bubble tumblers, why can't we think of the same thing for rice. And not only rice, why not anything small? Shredded cheese. Ah, my formidable enemy. My kids are worse than Wallace (just a bit!). They will do anything for cheese, especially when it come in a nice shredded form. I guess it's a bit better than finding the block of Cheddar mangled and hacked to bits in it's sad little ziploc baggie.

"I only wanted a piece, Mommy."

Please sir, may I have some more? You'd think I starve the kids. We have stringent rules about not eating on the carpet or couch, but the biggest offender seems to be the one that understands the least. Jacqueline, Jacqueline, what will I do with you Jacqueline? She is also the inspiration for this invention. Oh well, as soon as I get a sponsor, grant money, then I can get the idea moving!

Going Crackers!!

So the two youngest have renewed affection for graham crackers and chocolate milk. You're thinking, what kids wouldn't like that combination? My kids, that's who. Grant has had a couple of food funks this year. When we got back in August, they were all hooked on kiwis. (No, they don't eat natives of New Zealand.) They were really cheap at Costco this last summer, so that was a staple. I got them a few times here in Egypt, not very cheap. The tide shifted to bagels with cream cheese and a sippy cup of white grape juice. Every. day.

"Grant, snack time. What would you like?"

"Bagull wit cweem teese." (no, it's not welsh, it's bagel with cream cheese.)

And that's basically the only thing he would eat. Jacqueline liked it too, but she'll eat anything. Really. This girl has a sweet tooth the size of Africa but it's balanced by her love of 'cumbers. A whole bowl can be polished off in no time. Jacqueline is the only well rounded child in that aspect. Then, without warning, he rediscovered Goldfish. That's all he wanted. The choice in drink didn't change, though. White grape juice, through and through.

I would try to offer other choices. Chocolate milk, plain milk, apple juice, purple grape juice, cran-raspberry. Nothing was good enough. I began asking myself why I even bought 2% milk. Then, I got lucky. That's the only explanation. I got sick of buying that big box of Goldfish every week and a half. I grabbed a box of graham crackers. Snack time came around and I offered up the new foodstuffs. And it's good!! Graham crackers and chocolate milk! I just about fell over from the shock. These are the kids that would turn their nose up at chocolate milk. Graham crackers? Yuck, get them away from me. You'd think I was trying to poison them, the way they reacted. But now, they can't get enough! And everyone is happy.

El Alamein

We love El Alamein. It is wonderful. On the north coast of Egypt, it meets with the Mediterranean. That blue, blue ocean and smooth white sand. It's so picturesque, I still pinch myself each time we go to there. That and the fact that we're not paying like it's a high-end Med vacation. The rooms are huge and right on the beach. We left Thursday afternoon and stayed till Sunday. And the weather even cooperated one day and we got into the waves! It was a bit windy the other days, so we just built sand castles, ran away from the waves and swam in the cave pool. And they did that weird snake/swan thing with the towels. At least they didn't get out my glasses.

Between a tub & the Elevator

Our elevator stinks. In both ways. Smelly-something-sulphur-y and the fact that it does not work. You have to push the button just the right way, do a little dance and maybe you'll ascend. It likes to stop between floors. Usually it starts right back up. Usually. We were on the way downstairs to begin our weekend vacation to Alamein (future posts coming) and the elevator stopped between 4 & 3. I had all the kids and a couple bags with me. That delayed us for 30 minutes. The kids handled it ok. Only when we began a slow, uneven descent with the door open and no power, did I begin to get a little anxious. When we lined up with the 3rd floor door, I pounded on it and we hopped out. Then hauled the rest of the bags down another 3 flights of stairs. I found out that Mahmoud (our boab) went to the top floor and was lowering it manually. Geez, that made me feel WAY better. We've sworn off the elevator for a while. Which doesn't help when we live on the 5th floor. **

So today, the elevator is out. Out, out, no power, nothin'. Great. I have to go to the grocery store. We were gone for the last 4 days and need supplies! (darn tootin', cowboy!) Jacqueline & I began our slow decline. We get down one floor and there is a bathtub on the stairs. Yeah, a bright blue bathtub. The landlord is particularly fond of renovating his bathrooms. When I suggested he update our's, he said that it would be too expensive, everyone else in the building would want it too, blah de blah blah. He just does his own apartment instead. So it's been an ongoing project for the past 2 years; jackhammering, broken tile in the stairwell, a different bathtub on the landing. This one is numero dos. We can't use the elevator and can't make it down the stairs. Great. I put Jacqui in the tub first, then climb in myself. We scoot down the length of the butt, sorry Freudian slip, TUB, and then I climb out on the next landing, reach around for J. and continue our journey. Then there are the piles and piles of tiles (I saw miles & miles). I mean, really, this shouldn't be an epic akin to Lord of the Rings just to make it downstairs! (sorry, first epic that came to mind, just finished a LOTR marathon)

We go to the store, shop, load the groceries in and head home. We get home, park, unload bag upon bag of perishable food only to discover that the elevator STILL isn't working. It made me really start wishing I was on a lower floor. Fortunately, (b/c they are never around) Adil & Mahmoud came running out and did a relay race with my groceries posing as the baton. At least nothing was broken. I walked upstairs with the eggs (so they wouldn't be broken) and Jacqui, who was asleep. (like you need to ask, of course she didn't go back to sleep for a lovely nap) I spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone with our housing people who deal with the landlords. I went back to take a picture of the tub, and it has been moved. Gosh, they can be speedy when they want to! We'll see what tomorrow brings in the elevator department. My knees may never forgive me.



** Actually, it's the 6th. They count the ground floor as 0 and the next floor I'd call "2nd" they call "1st". Go figure.