RaNDom Musing #31: The Irony of Needing a Maid

I need a maid. 

There’s been no truer statement…in theory.  

However, the reality of my 10-year existence of living by myself is that each time I hire a maid, I end up paying her to motivate me to clean.  You know, the day before I know she’s coming I clean the heck outta my house / apartment to alleviate those potentially awkward “What would the maid think?” moments.  

Then I essentially pay her for, what exactly?

*sigh*

So, let me re-think this – I don’t need a maid.  I need someone to pretend to be a maid and schedule regular stop-ins at my place once a week...just enough to off-set my Tasmanian devil tendencies.  

Soooo...whatever you call that person, I need one of those.

{mis}Adventure #17 - Life in Dubai: Fran Turned Me Into a T-Rex

To be fair, this next experience isn't unique to Dubai. This could've just as easily happened to me in 'Merica as it did in Dubai.  However, the fact still remains that I started slacking on my crossfit activities, here, in Dubai and I also decided to start back up, here, in Dubai.

Wednesday was my first day back at the box (crossfit gym) and we did Fran:

21 - 15 - 9 Thrusters and Pull-ups

That is 21 reps of each,
                                followed by 15 reps of each,
                                                                        followed by 9 reps of each.

Sure, I was smoked, but I felt pretty good.  I was *back in action*...Woot!  That was Wednesday.  Today is Friday.  And for all intents and purposes: I am a T-Rex.  I'm so sore that I legitimately cannot straighten my arms past 90 degrees which leaves me with half my intended reach and mobility.

*sigh*

With that said, here are a few things that make life difficult for any T-Rex and is my excuse for doing absolutely NOTHING today besides bumming rides and sympathy off of my friends...

1. Getting out of bed: 
   
2. Using the facilities:
   
3. Taking a shower. This T-Rex hasn't tried this yet, but is convinced that it will be hilariously disastrous.
   
   
   
   
4. Doing hair...or makeup: 
   
5. Getting dressed: 
6. Picking anything up off the ground: 
   
7. Driving: 
   
8. Getting back into bed: 
   
   Should you become a T-Rex, this is where you should stay until the condition passes. Just keep in mind that you won't be able to lower yourself with your T-Rex arms, so...just kneel on the bed and plop down onto your stomach and call a friend...

{CLOUD} Being a T-Rex has its limitations.  So does being under the weather (either via sickness or self-induced semi-paralysis)...

SILVER LINING...but if you've got a good group of friends or family they'll help you pick-up, drive on and get through it all!

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Speaking of which, this T-Rex is about to attempt #2 on this list.  

Oh!  And I didn't dare go skydiving today when I saw T-Rex try this: 

This morning I woke up feeling like T-Rex.  When I wrote this blog and later went in search of T-Rex images to match, I found more than I could need at: http://trextrying.tumblr.com/ - good stuff and I hope my own blog paid homage to these excellent sketches!

{mis}Adventure #16 - Life in Dubai: A Parade of Nations (also known as: how to avoid being a sponsor of terrorsim while doing your grocery shopping in the local hypermarket).

So I went into the my friendly neighborhood hypermarket in dire need of some fruit when, all of a sudden, I found myself as an unwitting participant in a sort of parade of nations.  

I am well aware that the preceding statement makes no sense, so I present to you the following photos of the event:

...Kenya!

 One "Independent" participant...



....and Australia!

India......Egypt!

 Espana (or Spain)...!

China vs. USA!

An unlikely South African Duo and...


....Sri Lanka!

 America....


        viva la France and....


                                Iran?!

Pakistan  and....Turkey.

{CLOUD}If you're not in the parade, you watch the parade.  That's life.

SILVER LINING: ...but when that parade happens to keep you from sponsoring terrorism thru your produce purchases.  That's winning.

{mis}Adventure #15 - Life in Dubai: Adapters, Converters and Transformers. Oh My!

Meet my Foreman Grill: Big Red.

Big Red is special to me because my best friend heard my plea for a foreman grill so that I can cook my own food and stop ordering in.

Big Red has removable plates.  I can grill, make pizza, and quesadillas; if I so desire.

Meet my kitchen outlet.

You may have noticed that Big Red's plug is not compatible with my kitchen outlet.  Never fear because my adapter is here *da dut da daaahhh*

Meet my adapter.

When I plugged Big Red into this adapter and then into the wall; I thought that my adapter was actually a converter.  I'd been calling it a converter, and the silly thing continued to let me believe that it was, in fact, a converter.  However, my adapter is not a converter.  If my adapter were, in fact, a converter then Big Red would not have smelled like the burning of electrical wires and circuits.  I wouldn't have smelled Big Red at all.  Instead I would've smelled the grilled chicken that I wanted to prepare.

Meet my transformer.

It came into my life after the Big Red incident.  I foolishly believed that Big Red was okay and that I could still plug him into the adapter, into the transformer and the transformer into the wall and all would be okay.  That was not the case.  Big Red never stood a chance.

Meet my Foreman Grill, LBG - for Lil' Black Grill.


LBG was $15.  I had to buy him on a brief trip home to 'Merica and as a replacement for Big Red.  LBG's stature is attributed to the requirement that he be able to fit into the only piece of luggage I brought home with me: a backpack.  LBG does not make pizza or quesadillas, he just grills.  It's okay, though.  At least I have a Foreman Grill...that works.











{CLOUD}:  Sometimes we want all the bells, whistles, and all the frills and then only after a small tragedy we realize that...
SILVER LINING: ...it's not the biggest, baddest or flashiest, but the practical,the basic, the simple that will see us through.