The last few days of my life can best be compared to the following story.

When I was in junior high my parents took me, my sister, and one of her friends to Frontier City (our state’s version of Six Flags). It was a fun day, we were all having a good time and didn’t have to wait in a million lines because it was late Spring. We were having a fun morning and around noon decided to sit and eat an overpriced amusement park meal that costs as much as a steak at Chilis but is about as big as a McDonald’s kids meal. Anyway, we load up on chicken strips and fries and chocolate shakes and are feeling good and ready to hit the park for the rest of the day. We do some walking around and come to the ride that changed my life- the Tilt-A-Whirl.

One of the greatest rides, yet the cause of my demise. My sister begs us to go with her, so along with her friend I decide to ride. We prepare to get in, and my sister begs to be in the middle, even though her friend is already sitting there. I ignore her and tell her to sit across from me. Of course she grumbles but does it anyway. The ride starts and we start spinning mildly. Well, if you have ever been on one of these you know that each seat controls their own little wheel that lets you spin really fast and out of control, so I get that thing going. We are having a great time and we are spinning so fast I’m surprised we didn’t take off. About that time my sister starts telling me to stop because she isn’t having fun anymore, which of course being a big obnoxious sister these words are interpreted as, “More! I want more spinning!” So, I give the girl what she wants. She continues to tell me to stop and that her stomach hurts, yet I continue to ignore her and keep turning that stupid wheel. All of a sudden her face changes and this tiny 2nd grader barfs everywhere. Things came out of this little girl that were unfathomable. It was a mess and was everywhere. My stupid spinning didn’t help....at all… trust me…

That is the best way to explain what is happening here. Everything is a huge Tilt-A-Whirl mess. I don’t even know where to begin.

Yesterday I found out some really bad news. Supposedly I won’t be able to get a working visa until I am 23. That not only means that I won’t be able to work for the company that I really want to, but there is a good chance I won’t be able to work anywhere! The absolute earliest I could apply for a visa would be in Janurary of the year I turn 23. Do you know what this news means? If this really is true, Will and I may have to live with my parents that long.

Will told me over the phone yesterday when he found out, and I was really strong for him because I knew he was really busy. I was doing really well. I just sat at the desk with the phone in my hands. Breathing. Trying to tell myself I was going to be okay, but then I lost it. I sat on the bed and just cried. I feel so much frustration right now. Will and I have planned our financial future on BOTH of us working here for three years and going home and not staying here a minute longer. Things sure are shaken up now. We can’t live with my parents that long. I just sat there and cried and wondered what my purpose was and what God’s plan was for me, because as of now it makes no sense… I just have to trust. That can be hard when I actually have to DO it and not just SAY it. ...It was a totally emotional day. One of the worst in a very long time. I was a mess.

I am trying to stay positive because there is one last glimmer of hope, which I am going to cling to until I hear otherwise. I was contacted by another place for a job last week. I contacted that person and he was really busy, but he took down my number and was going to contact me about scheduling a meeting. I just hope he remembers. I hate placing my future in the hands of someone else, especially when they are busy and jotting my number down on a napkin. I don’t care though, as long as I can get a job SOMEWHERE and start working towards a goal.

So, that is my last hope. That is all I have job wise really until Janurary and maybe as late as my birthday. If I get the job I was talking about I will continue to be on my visitor visa and just leave the country every few months for a few days and get a new one, which is a pain but will SO be worth it if I can get a job and get our own place. PLEASE call me, guy, so I can start working!!!

I will keep you updated, I pray it is good news this week.

In a weird way, tonight was a little symbolic of my life right now. We went to Applebees for dinner and then came home. My dad decided to go across the street and get a hair cut while we went upstairs. We got in the elevator and as we got to our floor we all realized we didnt’ have a key, so we had to go back downstairs and wait for my dad. We went outside by the pool and just hung out. My sister jokingly made the comment that we should jump in because it was so hot. You guys have to know me- that is NOT like me. I have too many inhibitions to just do something “crazy” like that (especially in a place like this!), but for some reason I agreed. We held hands, ran, and dived in, clothes and all. (Will got a picture, I’ll have to post it when it is developed) It was the greatest feeling I’ve had in a long time. I just let go and went in. I felt this crazy freedom. It just felt good to do something different. How true for me. I guess I just need to dive in and trust God that the water is going to be perfect and all of this is going to workout- somehow and in a way that only He can do it.

It was freezing when we got out, and going into the air conditioned building was miserable. I took a warm shower and put cozy sweats on. I never thought I would say I was COLD here.

Anyway, that is the story of me right now. I am hoping I’ll get news tomorrow, but it may take a few days. I’ll keep you posted on this crazy Tilt-A-Whirl of a ride that is my life.

I’ve had lots of time to think lately. I’ve thought about 5 million different things since I’ve been here. How my life is totally different, what I REALLY want to do with the rest of my life… lots of things. One thing I’ve thought about lately is how my life will be totally different after this is all over.

Do you ever feel like you are just starting from scratch? That is how I feel right now. I feel like my score has been cleared to zero and I am starting all over again in so many things. One big thing I feel like I’m starting over in is life in Oklahoma. When Will and I get back, so many things will have changed. I feel like I am totally starting over there when I haven’t even really begun.

Friends are such a funny thing sometimes. I have thought about them a lot too, and I totally feel like I am starting on zero on that department. I remember right after I graduated high school I “just knew” I would keep in contact with my close friends. Now, I only keep in contact with one on a fairly continual basis- a 4 or 5 times a year. That seems so strange to me. I guess it is our own fault, but its also because we changed and became different. We grew up and missed things in each other’s lives. I mean, when we get together we just seem to pick up where we left off, which seems like how a true friendship should be, but we have missed out on so many little day to day things that affect a person that it is difficult to stay close when so much time elapses.  That is kind of where I feel like I am right now. I feel like I am starting all over again.

It is so strange. Since I have moved, I have heard from my best friend only 2 times. We talked everyday before I left and it just seems so weird to be reduced to one time every few weeks or something. I know she is busy with things, but I guess I have learned a lot about friendship and how sometimes something like a move can make someone totally move on leave another behind. I’m not naive, I knew things would change eventually and there was a good chance we would not be near as close after all this was over, I guess I was just surprised it happened so fast. I sort of feel like I have lost my friends to a certain degree. Obviously I have lost them in the sense I can’t call them up and say, “Hey! Meet me at the mall in 30 minutes,“ but I feel like all of this time that is going to pass by in our lives is going to make things totally different when I come back to the point where I will have to “start over“ meeting friends. Do I sound crazy? Maybe. But maybe someone that has moved to a different city can relate to starting over too. I don’t think my thoughts are too far fetched, but then again I think about and overanalyze just about anything I am faced with, so maybe I’m not a good judge.

Thinking of all of these things has made me want a “Lori.“ Lori is my mom’s best friend in the whole world. They shared an apartment together when they were going to college. They have the funniest stories about their few years together. I can still cry from laughing when my mom tells her stories. She was my mom’s MOH and was there the day I was born… she was just always there when she and my mom were younger. Time and and many states have separted them for a long time now, but they are still so very close. They are kindred spirits. My mom knows she can always always always count on Lori because they have this intense and incredible friendship. I thought I had found my “Lori,“ but now I’m not so sure. Okay, I’m positive.

This move has truly been a growth period for me. Whether I have enjoyed it or not, I have grown a lot and pondered many things. I never realized the importance of a good friend until I have been stripped of having any, not knowing a soul besides my family in a huge new world. Maybe all of this time has really helped me realized how I need to work on being a good Lori before I am able to have a Lori of my own. Making sense? Who knows, but I hope so.

I just needed to sort my thought out in my blog today, so thanks for listening

I had an Alice in Wonderland moment today when everything that is right is wrong and what you would expect something to be is not what you are expecting at all.

Before we moved, my insurance would not allow me to get the rest of my birth control prescription filled so I could take everything over with me, which had me in a panic because the greatest thing a woman can do in this country is pop out kids- and we all know what I think of that right now. So, I have been on my last pack biting my nails and dreading my appointment to the OBGYN because I just KNEW he or she would make me put my feet in those freakin’ stirups for the exams we all love.

My appointment was at 10:15 today and it wasn’t bad at all- it was just weird. You pay as you go at the private clinics here. You have to pay for everything up front before you can be treated or they won’t treat you. My mom’s boss was having a heart attack and had to be taken to the hospital but first had to fill out 5 pages of paper work and pay for each next step before he could move on during his crazy experience. He could be dying here! Can we please get some help!?

Anyway, so I pay for the appointment and get right in. It was a nice Kuwaiti woman which made me breathe a sigh of relief. I told her my situation and she said the magic words, “You don’t need an exam since it hasn’t been a year yet.“ Bless You! So then she whips out a pack of pills and explains them to me which made me get all confused. You DO NOT need a prescription to get birth control in Kuwait! Isn’t that SOOOO weird? Promiscuity is taboo here. Many families will make their future daughter inlaw get a validation of their virginity before they will give their son in marriage, but you can go pick up a pack of pills at the local drug store. How weird, you’d think if anything the US would do it that way and Kuwait would do it our way. Not only that, but from what I hear it is really cheap too. You can get a month of birth control for about 9 bucks- that is without insurance. How wild. The funniest thing is that if you have a flippin’ yeast infection you have to get an exam before you can get a prescription to pick up some 1 day Monistat! Now THAT would be enjoyable. That is EXACTLY what I want to do when I have a yeast infection, have a 55 year old woman exam the problem. Lovely.

Anyway, they also only have 2 different kinds- a .3 and a.15 combination pill. I took a.2 in the states so the doctor had me freaking out about going to a lower dose. I hope my body doesn’t freak out. She told me to make the switch from my current pills to the new ones a certain way, and the box said to make the switch a totally different way. Who knew taking a tiny pill would cause so much frustration!

So I’m sure you all wanted to know the dark corners of my birth control life,but it was so weird and seemed totally opposite from what I was expecting. I guess I will stock up on the pill so I’ll be ready when I come home!

Tonight was by far, hands down, bar none my best night in Kuwait thus far.

Tonight my parents took us to the Kon Tiki restaurant. I have to say, this meal ranked up there with my wedding day. It was that good.

The Kon Tiki is right next to the largest wooden ship in the world- it is SOO beautiful! We wanted to go tour the ship, but they were having a private party so we couldn’t go.

The whole area was so very beautiful and lush with little water falls and walkways. There was a smaller ship in front of the main one, so we walked around there and got a few good pictures I’ll have to post when I get my film developed.

After I made my starving family pose for 53 pictures, we finally went into the restaurant and got our seats. The atmosphere was so awesome. It is a Polynesian restaurant, so it was all wooden and tribal. It was really cool. The restaurant actually sits underneath the ship we were walking and taking pictures on, so it was cool to see the huge space it took up downstairs.

Do you ever eat like you will not be given food for the rest of the week only to realize that you really WILL be able to eat but by then it’s already too late? That is probably the best way to describe my carnage tonight. I ate so good today and have really been trying to be careful what I put in my body, but for some reason these rules and practices became nullified as soon as I got into the car.

Alcohol is outlawed in Kuwait, so you can see grown men “belly up to the bar“ to order a shot of milk. So, they have all of the fancy drinks you can get in the states, but all without alcohol. So, we all got “drinks.“ I got a strawberry daquri which was so delicious. We also got little mini appetizers “compliments of the chef“ when we first got there and they were so good! It was a little pineapple chunk and a shrimp in a spicy but sweet chili sauce. I ate mine and Will’s because he doesn’t like shrimp. THEN Will and I have been craving crabcakes since we’ve been here, so we ordered that as an appetizer. I ate one of those. THEN they bring you this array of breads- I did pretty bad there, so I won’t confess to all of the damage.Then came the main course. (It is safe to say I was a total glutton tonight)

Will and I got the same thing. It was this sweet chicken- dyed pink!! It was sooo fun! Pink is one of my favorite colors, so I was tempted to take a picture, but I thought that would be a little over the top- plus who wants a reminder of the eating binge they went on the night before? Not me.

I didn’t eat much of that (I know you must be shocked) because they didn’t take the skin off of the chicken, which is a huge pet peeve of mine. I have found that few restaurants do here. Anyway, our dinner came with the best rice ever! It was coconut rice. It was the sweetest and most incredible rice I have ever had. Next time I think I will just order a bowl of that and skip all of the gorging on everything else.

So, by now I am about to throw up all over the table but specific satisfaction sets in. I learned about this phenomenon in one of my health classes. Specific Satisfaction occurs when your brain is full of one type of food, but hungry for another. That is why you always seem to have room for dessert even thought there is absolutely NO room in your stomach. So, of course you all know me and I just nicely thanked the waiter and told him no thanks to dessert. Ha Ha. That’s a laugh.

I have to say, and I think Will would agree, this dessert could be compared to our wedding night. Okay, so I’m sure you all wanted to know that- but I’m telling you it was the most incredible thing I’ve ever eaten. We got Passion Fruit cheesecake, but it was unlike anything I have ever had- it didn’t even LOOK like cheesecake. It was this cheesecake looking round top, like a scoop of icecream that sat on the most incredible chocolate orange type flat crust I have ever had in my life. It was like air. It was amazing. I wish I could fedex you all some so you would believe me and not think I’m a total fatty for eating everything as if it were on fire. This guy at the table next to us got ice cream, but they served it on these huge ice blocks- it was really cool.

Okay, so my entire blog is about gluttony and food and calories. I feel miserable right now. I ate SO much. I am definitely going have to watch it the next week so I can go back to my equilibrium. If you’ve ever seen Charlotte’s Web just imagine the scene with Templeton rolling around after his huge eating spree and that would be a pretty accurate picture of me, but tonight’s dinner- OOOOOhhhhh it was so worth it

Ah, Father’s Day. So much I could write on this holiday…

Since Sunday is a work day, we went ahead and celebrated on Friday. We went to Chilis and then to an IMAX movie at the Scientific Center. It was a lot of fun.

I better go ahead and disclaimer this post because I’m about to let loose… you have been warned!

I have to admit, if it wasn’t for my mom and dad, I would totally vote to ban this holiday as well as Mother’s Day from the face of the Earth (for a while at least). There are something in these holidays that bring out the idiot in people.

Mother’s Day and Father’s Day come with attached questions that seem to be permissible since they are asked on these special days. I have to believe that I am not alone in what I am saying! I think you all know where I am going with this one…

Will and I have been married for barely a year yet anytime these 2 holidays come around, the Spanish Inquistion begins:

“So when are you two lovebirds going to be able to celebrate this holiday?”

“You two better get working on that baby so you can celebrate next year.”

“When are you two planning to have little ones? You have been married for a year, right?”

AGHHHHHHH! Since when it is required that you become pregnant as soon as you get married? Can’t people think of ANY better questions to ask!? Its like, when you graduate high school for the next 3 months you get, “So, where are you going to college?” And then you go to college and you get, “So, what are you planning to do when you graduate?” Then, you find someone and get married and the next day and for the rest of you adult life to the point of menopause you get, “C’mon I want to squeeze some baby cheeks the next time I see you two!” People! Where is you sense of imagination?! Ask us anything! Anything at all, but why does that seem to be the nature of progression in the lives of just married adults?

I guess I missed that whole conversation in our premarital counseling.

I want kids… in like 28 years or something (okay maybe not that long), but currently it is the furthest thing from my mind! Apparently growing as husband and wife and developing a life long solid relationship is not the ONLY thing you do in the first few years of marriage. According to everyone my parent’s age and older you have to have 12 kids and own a silver minivan. Where in the world am Iiving!? I know like maybe 8 people in thie entire country yet I STILL got the dreaded Father’s Day Conception Question!

I am voting that Will and I send a thoughtful card, take our dads to eat on Saturday, and become hermits when Sunday rolls around. I am anti mother’s and father’s day unless it pertains to our own parents. So, next May , when mother’s day rolls around. my answer is going to be, “I am NEVER having kids, so STOP asking me!“ That way they will quit asking and when we do 28 years down the road it will just be a nice surprise. Then I guess I’ll have to get ready for the next set of progressive questions!

Just posting for the sake of posting today.

Its amazing. I wrote all of this stuff about going crazy living with my parents, and today they hand me a “paycheck” for cooking and laundry and stuff. I felt a little bad saying how much I hate it here after they told me how much they appreciated me helping out right now. I guess to them that is my “job“ right now. Great.

I’m not upset with them, I’m just upset with the situation.

Today I told my mom how I was feeling about my job situation ( my REAL job situation, not this current job position which was created by my parents without me knowing). It was really hard for me to talk to her about it for some reason. Will got me started, and then I went from there. I didn’t tell her every single thought I had, but I told her the most important things. I haven’t written much about all the details that are going on with this whole ordeal because it would be too confusing and take too long, but I feel like I’m in the middle of a job mess… and I don’t even HAVE a job yet.

After we talked I actually told her about my Real World revelation, and my sister totally laughed and agreed. “Do we get to vote anyone off in this one?“ It’s the Real World, not Survivor P. Then we had a 5 minute conversation about how we actually spent money on the Survivor board game (how embarrassing!) only for Pto be voted off and throw a huge fit the first time we played. We only played it once more after that… I wonder why.

Anyway, so that is where I stand on this whole job thing… in the middle of a crossroad that seems to have road blocks at all of the paths, but it felt good to say what I thought.

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Today we are going to go to an IMAX movie, so I’m excited about that. They have this interesting one called the Fires of Kuwait that I wanted to see, but its not showing today. Its about the gulf war. I think we are seeing one with extreme sports or something. I’m not positive, but it should be fun.

I guess that is about all for now. Hope you all have a good Friday

Good afternoon, morning or whatever other day word you would like to insert. Finally the weekend for us!

Well I got a little bite about a possible job, which was really encouraging but I haven’t heard anything since yesterday. We’ll see. I don’t want to get all excited about something that may not pan out, but at least I’ve heard something. I am hoping this guy will call me today with some more information, so I’ll keep you all updated.

On to the fun and exciting stuff (yes, I finally have something in my life that deals with the words fun and exciting, can you believe it!?)!

Will is a HUGE sports fan. He is already making trades with his online fantasy league to get ready for something that doesn’t even start until September. Its amazing- when I want to discuss things that deal with the future, he claims I’m guilty of looking too far ahead and worrying about things that are a while away, yet when it comes to fantasy football, “you have to start getting ready early! No one ever got ahead just standing around and not preparing, Britt.” Wow. Such wonderful life lessons from fantasy football. If only I could get him to apply that to everything else.

Well, anyway, Will and I are SUPER excited today! Hes a huge Brett Farve fan (what football guy isn’t? I once had the most homophobic guy I know say he would totally marry the man), and this is most likely his last season in the NFL. Will and I have been talking about flying into Wisconsin and making a quick trip to a game on our way home during Christmas.

Will has been avidly looking for tickets on ebay, and yesterday he found a pair for the December 11 game against the Detroit Lions. He called me, we talked about it and decided to bid. The best part was that they were on the 50 yard line- you can’t get any more awesome seats than that right!? We were totally excited about them, but realized that there would be a good chance that we’d get outbid and the price would skyrocket. We talked about it some more and decided it wasn’t going to be worth spending our unnborn and yet to be considered child’s nonexistent college fund, so we decided we would just type in our highest bid and log off and not look until morning. If we got up in the morning and won, we would be totally excited, but if not, we would find other tickets anyway.

All evening Will was so giddy. He was trying to downplay it and not act like he was totally excited about seeing Brett Farve play on the 50 yard like during the snow storm of the century, but I knew he was. So, my heart was running over just seeing how estatic he was about these tickets, so after he went to bed I thought I would do some sleuth work.

I thought I would get on and check to see where the bidding was at and if we were going to get the tickets. If we weren’t, I thought I would up our bid a little. I think Will would have thanked me later. Its better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? (I’m just kidding)

So I got on ebay and tried to log Will in, but that goof changed his password because he knew I would try to get on and secure the tickets. Such a smart man. I went to bed last night with the feeling that we were going to get them and hoped I would be right. Will called me this morning from work to tell me that we officially have plans for December 11! We will be joining the other crazy cheese heads and Farve fanatics in the frozen tundra for a great game!

So, that is my fun and exciting news!

Today is Will’s living expense check day, which means we are getting a night on the town… with my parents. He told me he was going to take me on a date this weekend- all alone, no parents, no sister, just Will and Brittny, so that is something totally to look forward to. This will be our first alone date since we’ve been here. Its so funny, most people have kids when they talk about this stuff, instead I’m talking about my parents inturrupting us, and not a baby.

Guess that is about it for now. More to come…

<3

Good afternoon, morning or whatever other day word you would like to insert. Finally the weekend for us!

Well I got a little bite about a possible job, which was really encouraging but I haven’t heard anything since yesterday. We’ll see. I don’t want to get all excited about something that may not pan out, but at least I’ve heard something. I am hoping this guy will call me today with some more information, so I’ll keep you all updated.

On to the fun and exciting stuff (yes, I finally have something in my life that deals with the words fun and exciting, can you believe it!?)!

Will is a HUGE sports fan. He is already making trades with his online fantasy league to get ready for something that doesn’t even start until September. Its amazing- when I want to discuss things that deal with the future, he claims I’m guilty of looking too far ahead and worrying about things that are a while away, yet when it comes to fantasy football, “you have to start getting ready early! No one ever got ahead just standing around and not preparing, Britt.” Wow. Such wonderful life lessons from fantasy football. If only I could get him to apply that to everything else.

Well, anyway, Will and I are SUPER excited today! Hes a huge Brett Farve fan (what football guy isn’t? I once had the most homophobic guy I know say he would totally marry the man), and this is most likely his last season in the NFL. Will and I have been talking about flying into Wisconsin and making a quick trip to a game on our way home during Christmas.

Will has been avidly looking for tickets on ebay, and yesterday he found a pair for the December 11 game against the Detroit Lions. He called me, we talked about it and decided to bid. The best part was that they were on the 50 yard line- you can’t get any more awesome seats than that right!? We were totally excited about them, but realized that there would be a good chance that we’d get outbid and the price would skyrocket. We talked about it some more and decided it wasn’t going to be worth spending our unnborn and yet to be considered child’s nonexistent college fund, so we decided we would just type in our highest bid and log off and not look until morning. If we got up in the morning and won, we would be totally excited, but if not, we would find other tickets anyway.

All evening Will was so giddy. He was trying to downplay it and not act like he was totally excited about seeing Brett Farve play on the 50 yard like during the snow storm of the century, but I knew he was. So, my heart was running over just seeing how estatic he was about these tickets, so after he went to bed I thought I would do some sleuth work.

I thought I would get on and check to see where the bidding was at and if we were going to get the tickets. If we weren’t, I thought I would up our bid a little. I think Will would have thanked me later. Its better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? (I’m just kidding)

So I got on ebay and tried to log Will in, but that goof changed his password because he knew I would try to get on and secure the tickets. Such a smart man. I went to bed last night with the feeling that we were going to get them and hoped I would be right. Will called me this morning from work to tell me that we officially have plans for December 11! We will be joining the other crazy cheese heads and Farve fanatics in the frozen tundra for a great game!

So, that is my fun and exciting news!

Today is Will’s living expense check day, which means we are getting a night on the town… with my parents. He told me he was going to take me on a date this weekend- all alone, no parents, no sister, just Will and Brittny, so that is something totally to look forward to. This will be our first alone date since we’ve been here. Its so funny, most people have kids when they talk about this stuff, instead I’m talking about my parents inturrupting us, and not a baby.

Guess that is about it for now. More to come…

<3

I got some feedback yesterday that I thought would make for an interesting post. I got to thinking how different things really are compared to my life in little old Oklahoma and it’s so crazy I had to post about it today. I started answering the questions in my mind as I was going though and it made me think, “What in the world am I doing here!?” J
The questions mainly dealt with safety and if I was scared to live here. I guess the answer is yes and no. Honestly, in some cases I feel safer living here than I do in big cities in the states. The crime rate in Kuwait is unbelievably low. The homicides in Detroit last year alone are almost a hundred more than the homicide number over the span of 20 years in Kuwait- which is a large city (Will had the exact numbers, but he forgot). So, as for crime safety I feel safe. They don’t mess around here- if you screw up you are deported or lots of worse that I don’t even want to think of.

The one thing that I am terrified of here is driving. I know I’ve said it before in my posts, but I’m not joking. I seriously almost hyperventilate each time I am in a car. It is the most terrifying thing here. They tell all of the new employees at Will’s company that they have a much larger chance of being in a car wreck here than experiencing any kind of terrorism, even those that pose little threats.

Kuwait is about the size of New Jersey and last year alone they had 45,878 reported car wrecks. Those are just the ones that were reported- there are constantly wrecks that go unreported. We cannot drive down the road without seeing a car on the shoulder. It is so weird here. Someone should come over here and start a tow truck business. They just leave wrecked cars on the side of the road for days- BMWs, Mercedes… it is just beyond my understanding. Kuwait is also home of the deadliest stretch of highway per capita in the world. So that thought always keeps you warm at night!

What is really scary is their Muslim laws about wrecks. If you get in a car wreck and call for help, an ambulance will not leave the hospital until after exactly 30 minutes after you placed the call. They believe in En Shallah (I’m not positive about the spelling), which means that if it is Allah’s will for it to happen, it will happen. So basically if you are supposed to die within those 30 minutes that is what should happen, but if you aren’t you will remain alive until the ambulance gets there. CRAZY!! I am told that if a Westerner calls for help, they will come without the wait. I sure hope so!!!!!!! Also, if you are injured, in labor, having a heart attack because of crazy women drivers, or anything else that requires immediate attention, you should just have someone take you to the hospital because the ambulances here have no medical capabilities- their sole function is to transport you to the hospital, not apply first aid. WOW. I seriously pray each time I get into a car that the Lord will watch over us. I’m not joking.

I have soooo many scary stories about driving here that I have heard over the last month that would make you cringe- people that are considered “scum” that are brought over here to do menial jobs being run over and dragged and left for dead without people stopping… it is out of this world chaos on the roads here.

So now you can understand my immense fears here. That is my main fear. Everyone back home kept asking me about terrorism and stuff since I’ve been here, but driving is truly the biggest fear I have. Kuwait has an incredible intelligence ministry and they are really good about finding terror cells that exist and getting rid of them. Obviously, the threat is always here, but that not what I wake up being nervous about every day. Does that sound crazy or what!

I could go on and on about things like that here- but there are bad things about every place you live. While I am trapped in the apartment I am trying to stay positive about being here, and there are a lot of positive things to look at too. Life here (besides the above things) is really similar to life back in the states- except I would kill to go to Wal-Mart- the store I once loathed, and everyday I wake up with an intense craving for Taco Bueno. Other than that, all of the “amenities” are here.

So was this post really psycho today?! I hope not, but it probably sounds that way. You are probably thinking what I thought yesterday, “What in the world is this crazy girl doing there!”

Being an unwilling “SAHW” has brought out the inner Martha in me that I never knew was there. I am doing things I thought only awesome super soccer moms with big SUVs were able to do.

For some very strange reason I think theres a ban on tortillas or something in this country. We can not find them to save our lives. They have these thicker pita type things but no simple flour and water thin as paper tortillas for cryin’ out loud! So, I’ve been wanting to make enchiladas for a while and didn’t want to use those imitation tortillas. I got online printed a recipe and off P and I went to master the art of tortillas making… or something like that.

For something so basic, they were complex. We have everything from football shaped tortillas to something that looked like the state of Flordia. Quite interesting. I hope they taste good. We’ll soon see.

Another Martha incident that turned out somewhat successful but has me contemplating taking as ice bath occurred last night. Will has been wanting fresh salsa, and he got a recipe he wanted me to try (I never thought in my life Will would ASK me to make something !  ) So, I begin making it and am cutting a million jalepenos. Okay, so I’m sure we all know the “don’t touch anything” rule when working with an offspring of fire. I didn’t touch anything last night, but I couldn’t shake this terrible burning sensation in my fingers the whole evening. I woke up this morning to the same burn- rubbed my eyes (what a dork) and boy that had me up on the wrong side of the bed today. I don’t know what the deal is, but my fingers were stinging all this afternoon even. So I guess you could say this event was a Martha Moment gone sour.

One final Martha moment was own little “craft“ session today. I think it would have went a lot better if I would have invited Jenny’s (MIL) 1st grade class along to show us step by step what to do! Without going into details, there is this guy that has been giving a lot of people trouble at work. Will works under him, so he gets the brunt of things a lot. He has been kind of down because he gets things pawned off on him and the other guy gets credit. Anyway, today P and I decided it would be cute to make him one of those paper chain loops- the ones that are made of construction paper- to signify the days left of this guys contract. This was quite a process. There were over 150 chains. WE wrote a little funny or encouraging note on each and started trying to make the chain of a lifetime. P took half and I took the other half. We ended up getting the numbers out of order and the tape wouldn’t stick… anyone have a five-year-old to lend for an afternoon? We finally finished and taped it up to the wall so he will see it when he comes in. It is a looong chain so it will either depress him when he sees how much longer he has with this guy, or it will encourage him and give him something to work towards and laugh at each time he reads one of our little notes and gets to rip one off. I hope his response is the latter!

Anyway, as much as I want a job I am just trying to make the best of the situation at hand and better myself. Hope you had a good weekend!

~When life gives you lemons cut them up, put them in your iced tea, and thank God you are a southern girl...“

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