Thursday, April 17, 2014

Two Kuwaiti Bedoun Brothers Fail in Attempt to Seek Political Asylum in Ireland

Unfortunately, many Bedoun people resort to trying to gain political asylum illegally in other countries; only to be returned to Kuwait and sent to the deportation center (prison) for an indefinite period of time.  These guys below are in for a very difficult ride and I feel very sorry for their family (especially as they are brothers).

They’ll be included on a blacklist so they get even less rights than others.  Why?  As punishment for embarrassing the country, of course, in front of international media!  Shame on them! 

Their family may also face problems with any official tasks, or may even have their (temporary Bedoun) travel documents confiscated. 

I was asked recently (by 2 bedoun brothers, ironically) if this was the way out for them:   going anywhere and then ripping up their passports and claiming asylum.  No!  This is what happens! If you are even going to try something like this, contact an immigration lawyer in the country where you are headed; often there are offices which will help people "pro bono" (free).

Kuwait Times, 17 April 2013
Ireland deports bedoons who tore own passports

KUWAIT: Two bedoon brothers were taken to the Criminal Investigations Department after returning to Kuwait from Ireland where they reportedly headed to seek political asylum. The men tore their article 17 Kuwaiti passports and demanded asylum on the basis that they were subjected to persecution in Kuwait, according to the Irish authorities’ report. The two claimed they had lost their passports, but Irish police took reports of eyewitnesses who said that they saw them tearing their documents. The two were put back on a plane that had brought them from the United Arab Emirates where they had transited after a flight from Kuwait. They arrived at the Kuwait International Airport Tuesday and taken in police’s custody for questioning. A letter was sent to the General Department for Citizenship and Passports in the meantime containing a recommendation to include the two brothers on the blacklist of bedoons not allowed to obtain temporary passports for emergency travel.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Kuwait Government Approves Expat Property Ownership

This just in from today's Kuwait Times:

KUWAIT: The Cabinet has granted expatriates permission to own property in Kuwait, including apartments, houses and lands, during its weekly meeting Monday. Foreigners are still required to meet several conditions in order to register property under their ownership, including a clean criminal record and a history of good behavior, source of income certificates as well as a minimum salary cap that was not specified in an Anbaa newspaper report yesterday.

The Interior Ministry’s approval is also required to purchase properties, the report reads. It does not explain however whether the decision has gone into effect immediately or still requires the parliament’s approval. “The decision would boost activity in the economic, investment and real estate fields in the country,” the report reads. No other details are mentioned.

It is believed that the decision targets foreign investors by attracting them to build projects in Kuwait and bypass the Kuwaiti partnership condition that was seen as a main obstacle in the past years.

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Mabrook, Kuwait!  Game changer.

Crate Dog House (AC living for your dogs)

Anonymous 1:14 sent me a message saying that these dog houses were being sold through Instagram.  Thanks dude/ette.

What a great idea!  For all those of you (and I know there are many) who are just returning from University overseas, who are used to having dogs and want them with you here in Kuwait, this would be an easy answer to where to keep them without pissing yo mama off.

All these pics are from Instagram.

Maybe this will help with all those STUPID notifications I receive that read "(AWESOME DOG/CAT/WHATEVER) needs home immediately!  Mother has decided she no longer wants pets in the house."  To wit I say:

1)   Re-home the mother (to a crate?)
2)   Let her try that with her kids or her husband
3)  (If  they have a home that can accommodate something this large) they can either put the mother in it (which would be my choice) OR, if she truly loves her kids, wants to teach them responsibility and that NOT all living things are dispensable (like their future spouses, for example), then she'll let them keep the pet and maybe move it to this lovely new shelter.

PINK Moon and My Solar Return

I'm having some funky stuff go on in my planets this birthday!

Pink moon!  PINK!  How amazing is THAT?

What is the Universe trying to tell me? We shall see.

I signed up for an astrology reading a few years at and this year on my B-day, they sent me a very detailed "free gift" reading - which I VERY much appreciated.  It told me that I'm having a solar return birthday.  I had no idea...  The reading they sent me was 23 pages long and full of accurate details.  Fascinating.

What is a "Solar Return Birthday" you ask?  Well....I've read differing things:

...The Solar Return occurs each year within a day of your birthday.  This chart marks the potent moment when the Sun returns to the exact position it was on the day of your birth.  Birthdays are the best time of year for Solar Returns, although the chart can be a helpful study tool.

Solar Returns can offer detailed information about the year ahead—its major themes and motifs, as well as the best strategies to navigate the year with confidence and grace.  Solar Return interpretation is one of the oldest forms of forecasting.

- - - but you can go google it for yourself and find out.  Very interesting stuff thar.

PetZone: Leading the way for others to follow

I wrote a post about PetZone back in 2010 when they first opened (LINK HERE).  The guys contacted me shortly after my review and I really wanted to go back and talk more to them.  Like so many things I want to do, I didn't find the time and just let it slip - I shouldn't have.

PetZone was the first pet /pet supply store to open on the street in Rai.  Now there are a variety of other pet stores along the street and around Kuwait.   PetZone was started by a couple of Kuwaiti friends who had been students in the US.  When they returned to Kuwait, they opened a small store and now it has become the largest in Kuwait. It is awesome, animal-friendly, and up to Western quality standards.

Last night, I had to go buy Mikey mo' dogfood.  Several people have recommended Royal Canine and I heard I could buy it at PetZone (turns out he LOVES the stuff and almost chew through my arm to get to it).  I hadn't been to the new, larger shop they have so it was a good opportunity to visit.

I had to park down the street because there were so many cars parked in front of PetZone.  Other pet shops have opened on the same street block (WHY do people in this country DO that?  Every type of similar store gravitates to the other.  Alas, imitation is the highest form of flattery.)  I had to pass another pet store with a mini-horse, tethered, in a very small enclosure (albeit it did have food and water, but it is still a HORSE and should not be in a cage). It was upsetting, even though it appeared to be in good health (as did the number of dogs they had - including a beautiful long-haired GS puppy).   The little horse made me sad, so I passed it and went down to PetZone.

I am really proud of what young Kuwaiti entrepreneurs are accomplishing.   When I talked to one of the owners (Either Fahad or Fawaz Al-Ajmi - I'm terrible with names,  but  super nice guy!)  in 2010, he mentioned that people thought he was kind of crazy for wanting to open up a pet store, but OMG he proved them wrong!   These men dared to open something that had a niche* market and develop it into something wonderful for all pet lovers in Kuwait.  What an accomplishment!

The people working at the store have an obvious love for animals and people brought their pets in freely (like you can do at PetSmart in the US).  One very large man walked in with a horribly under-nourished Pitbull puppy.  3 of us in the store (maybe more, but we were the ones I was aware of) said something to him about it.  "Buy him some FOOD!"   The Kuwaiti woman working at the counter was visibly upset by it (one of the 3 of us who said something to him).  Although it was a sad display, it revealed the level of compassion that the store has for pets in Kuwait and I found it admirable.

If you haven't been out there to visit yet, GO!  They have all kinds of toys, food, grooming and training gadgets, (several items that I didn't think I could find in Kuwait, but they had!)  and small pets for sale (in humane, clean, and well-ventilated enclosures).  PetZone even has an online shopping site (which I haven't checked out yet - as the store is just still too fun to visit!).    They have an enormous grooming center; walk-in/no appointments.   I will have to leave Mike in the car and call (as he just goes apeshit around other dogs) Cost for big Mike's grooming:  12KD.  Saves me from having my body scratched all over by trying to get him in the shower.

I left feeling all happy (and thankful that they had a nice man to carry the 15k bag of dog food to my car for me!)

Note:  That for those of you wishing to import a pet to Kuwait (or export a pet from Kuwait) - questions that I am frequently asked through the blog -  they offer this service.  Check out their website.  You can also order puppies for import through PetZone.

Sidebar:  With shops like this, WHY is the Friday Market still allowed to sell animals?  Shut it down!  Make it illegal.

* Niche = English word.  Not Arabic word.  Perverts!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Bless Your Heart

Narcissistic personality disorder is a mental disorder in which people have an inflated sense of their own importance and a deep need for admiration. Those with narcissistic personality disorder believe that they're superior to others and have little regard for other people's feelings. But behind this mask of ultra-confidence lies a fragile self-esteem, vulnerable to the slightest criticism.

Narcissistic personality disorder is one of several types of personality disorders. Personality disorders are conditions in which people have traits that cause them to feel and behave in socially distressing ways, limiting their ability to function in relationships and in other areas of their life, such as work or school.
Narcissistic personality disorder treatment is centered around psychotherapy.


Thanks, Ahmed El-Adly!  (I hope this isn't considered racist.   OMG.)

I love the Selfie Song.  I didn't even know there was such a thing until I went to Messila and one of the gang turned to me and said, "Let's take a selfie!"  I'm like, 'Ok.  Whatever.' and he said, "No, it's a song!"  Huh?  LOL.  Now I'm all into it.  Thanks Saaaaaaaooooooooooooooud! for turning me onto it.

Monday, April 14, 2014

I'm a Pretentious Racist

That is according to another blog around here that I am not going to mention nor read anymore; with a whole lot of haters venting their rage in various way/shape/forms.  I'm won't bore you with the negativity.

I can't really respond appropriately to either one of those remarks as I don't know how to please the people who have said them.  I have found (and I hope that this doesn't sound pretentious or racist in any way) that if you seek a reason to hate someone, you will find a reason.  If you seek something good in someone, you will find something good in them.

How do you respond to people who label you?  They have already made a preconceived judgement about you.  How should it make you feel?  Should that type of judgement affect you?  You know who you are and what  you stand for.  Don't ever forget your value.  Sometimes when other negative things are going on in your life, you question yourself.  Each of us knows our own level of integrity and compassion.   You are the real judge of you.

My immediate reaction was anger....  and snap - I forgot to take my blood pressure medication this morning and had a 20oz coffee and I could feel the pressure increasing.    Oh my God!  I mentioned that I drink coffee and not tea!! Was that pretentious (or wait, is it the other way around?)  Then I remembered something that God said to me this morning (through a message on someone's Facebook status) that said that you shouldn't meet anger with anger because the people who are projecting it are most likely just continuing a cycle that you shouldn't continue/repeat.  Instead, you should just think of good things and pass kindness along (combat the darkness with light and all that).  Hard to do, right?

Do I sound like Bridget Jones or Sarah Jessica Parker as some have stated?  I don't know.  Do I?  They're fictitious characters, however, I'm not.   Do I sound pretentious?  (I just used "however" in a sentence!)  I throw out French words once in a while in a sarcastic way (I took French for 4 years but I - in no way/shape/form - claim to have a handle on the language. Kill it for real.)    I thought I was being anti-pretentious.  I drop the F bomb regularly (disguised as the "ph" bomb).  I didn't think I was being pretentious.  Who knew?

How do you argue with someone who calls you a racist?  I don't know how to combat that.  Maybe I should listen to Madonna's or Paula Dean's PR teams who say to just apologize.  Ok, I'm sorry sorry sorry (that I called someone "Indian" who may or may not have been "Indian." - something that I commented on through the Negative Blog several months ago.)  (I'm American Indian, French, Finish and Irish; all nationalities which have been persecuted in some way throughout history.)

I hope that I help people through the blog.  That's my main objective. But, you can't help everyone and you can't make everyone happy.  I'm seriously having enough trouble keeping myself happy these days and it is getting really hard to expend the energy on others.

I'm blessed.  I'm grateful.  I have amazing friends, family members, pets, and people who I have never met, but maybe I've done something good for along the way.  One of my favorite all-time quotes:

“I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”

Etienne de Grellet (1773-1855);
Quaker Missionary

Caravaning Kuwait

One of the comments I received after a previous post was, “I didn’t know there were trailer parks in Kuwait...”  I had thought about writing a post about this, but now I am doing it, as I have thoughts....

When DesertGuy said he had bought a “caravan” [we just call them “campers” in the States - could refer to any Recreational Vehicles (RVs)/motor coaches],  I was surprised (only because I wondered where he got the money).  It made perfect sense from all other perspectives as now that the camping season is over, he really doesn’t have any place that he can go and call his own (have his own bed to crash in).  He has to remain mobile as he has "issues”.

The desert camp was “safe” for him because no one knows where he was and the police never disrupt the party and/or serve him with a warrant.  Perhaps camps are Kuwait’s (temporary) trailer parks (without the tornadoes)?  

People have started buying caravans the last few years in Kuwait and they're becoming quite popular.   It isn’t that Kuwait is so big that you can take a ‘road trip’ and get away from it all, but realistically in Kuwait, you don’t have to go very far to get away from it all anyways.  From Kuwait City, Abdali is about an hour and a half away, Subiya, Wafra, any of the southern beaches - all are about the same distance.

Who is buying campers in Kuwait and why?  Right now, married men.  That's who.  So they can move around freely without the wife or the po-po being able to catch them with the girlfriend(s).  The camper is the poor man’s yacht.  You can get used ones on the cheap and they serve the same purpose.  And extra added bonuses are:  You don’t have to pay rent or buy expensive furnishings.  Your wife and your girlfriend(s) may never find you (unless someone gets smart and attaches some kind of a LoJack device to it).  You can park it next to the beach or in the desert or pull up to your friends’ party and sleep it off in your own bed.

It is a great business for anyone who can import them to Kuwait.   Gas is so cheap in the Middle East that they are a easy-sale big ticket item (unlike the US where dealers have trouble moving them).  I haven’t heard about government regulation of campers.  At this point, it is probably a sales free-for-all in the country (maybe the region).  

Note:  unfortunately, I've only seen the low-cost range make it to Kuwait.  Very few of the really nice ones like some pictured below.  Anything new/different/previously unavailable in Kuwait is going to be an instant-seller.

The only problem that an importer may encounter is that campers from the US run on 110V electricity and Kuwait runs 220.  The electric has to be changed/re-wired. I guess septic dumps aren’t a problem either because no one is going to care where you dump (shit) here.  Nothing is enforced, so whatever.

I predict what's going to happen in the next few years (“down the road,” if you will).  I can see the headlines, "Mobile vice dens..." Gambling, adultery, drinking parties.... 

But maybe I’m wrong. 

Maybe it is something that will turn into a family activity.  With so many beaches cut off from the public in Kuwait (there are chalets everywhere but not everyone can afford them - similar to beach property in many other countries), maybe someone will come up with a campground concept.  Perhaps near a beach where you can drive your camper to a spot with water and electric hook up, and a small convenience store, located close to a beach. (Think about it, investors!  Low overhead, high margins, guaranteed turnover).  And...  great for the kids! Kids love camping.  Private and mobile and no worry about damage:  Your kids can run wild and no one will care what gets destroyed in the process because you own it.  

Blame the victim

This is a follow-on story to the incident that took place some time ago in the Avenues mall where a young Lebanese doctor was stabbed to death with a meat cleaver after an altercation in a parking lot.  Kuwait has been rocked by the rise of recent violent crimes committed by Kuwaitis; unprecedented in the past.

‘Merely A Quarrel, Did Not Intend To Kill Him’
Mall Murder Appeal Adjourned
Arab Times

KUWAIT CITY, April 13: The Appeals Court presided over by Judge Ali Al-Derai adjourned to May 5 the appeal filed by four suspects charged for the murder of the Lebanese doctor at Avenues Mall. The first suspect said during investigations that the incident was merely a quarrel and he did not intend to kill the suspect. He also said he became incensed because he was humiliated and beaten by the victim in front of his friends, so he stabbed the victim in self defense.

He admitted buying a knife from a shop in the mall and stabbing the victim in the chest, adding he threw the knife in a waste bin near Avenues Mall while escaping from the scene. Later on, he fled to his house in Sulaibiya area and then moved to the camp of one friend in Julai’a, claiming he didn’t think the victim had died of stab wounds, until one of his friends called to tell him that the victim had died in hospital. As a result, he thought of escaping via the Kuwaiti-Saudi borders.
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It was premeditated murder as evidenced by his intent to purchase a weapon.   The crime didn’t happen at the same time; the suspect went to a store, purchased a weapon, returned and killed the victim. He had time to consider his actions and the results.

Furthermore, it can not be considered  self-defense as had it been, he would have been defending himself against a person who was intent on killing HIM, not the other way around. And then - dude with the MEAT CLEAVER tried to run to Saudi Arabia!

Hang ‘em!

Humiliated him over what?  A parking space?  Seriously? 

This society is so INTENT on blaming someone/anyone else and never taking ownership of one’s own actions.  There needs to be accountability!  Law enforcement.  Send a message to all those other would-be murderers in Kuwait that it is NOT OKAY to take someone else’s life!  You are responsible for your own actions.  Own it.

What are the names of these murderers?  I haven't seen anything about THAT in the newspapers!  Publish them.  Put their faces out there.  Let everybody know what kind of animals are roaming around.

I'm not just saying this about Kuwait, but many people raise spoiled, ungrateful, uncaring kids; who later grow up to be spoiled, ungrateful, uncaring adults. They shouldn't be allowed to get away for killing someone else's child.  

Sunday, April 13, 2014


Definition via Urban Dictionary (which I frickin LOVE!)  Saltdaddy:  The complete opposite of a sugardaddy, one who tries, but is broke and fronting. Example:   Man, I said I wanted a new comforter set from Macy's not the goodwill....he is such a saltdaddy!

I had lunch at my Kuwaiti family’s this weekend (as is my Friday routine).  Clean knew my birthday is coming up and gave me a watermelon (actually, he gave it to his family, but then he took it back and gave it to me).  Big spender.  Yup.   Better not to give me anything.  I just pretend that he doesn’t exist.  No eye contact.  If he speaks to me, I look at the TV or pretend to be napping. Yawn.  He’s been flirting with me for weeks and I can’t figure out why.  Yeh.  (I would like that apology that  you owe me for my birthday please.  It's free.  Sigh - I'm never going to get it and I know it.)

I also went to see my friends in Messila.  Now that camping season is over (and he has no place left to go)  Desert Guy  (the MacSaltdaddy) has made his new party headquarters at his cousin’s place there -  where I always hang out.  There goes the neighborhood.   I love the Messila villa.  It has a lovely little garden, is quiet, and is like a group hang-out; the door is always open.  Unfortunately, it has now been downgraded as DGuy and his friends have weekend, “Parade of Sluts”  (with Halima Bouland-style voices) and turn the music up so loud that no one can hear themselves think.  I am secretly praying that the neighbours will complain so that they’ll be forced to turn it down.  Unfortunately, most of the neighbors are relatives or party people also, so they don’t care.  Snap.

DGuy bought a caravan (camper trailer).  Since he is piss-poor (but lies constantly and uses his family name to pick up chicks) I hypothesize that this camper has been purchased via someone else’s credit/loan and it is probably some poor, unsuspecting woman.  Hey – that’s how he got his last THREE cars (all crashed or parked redneck-style in someone’s front yard).  He’s got so many cases against him that he can’t have any property in his name.   I suspect he’s driving on a fake license also so he doesn’t get picked up by the police.  (It is frickin AMAZING what people will tell you .... )  Anyhoo, he’s parked the Homeless Shelter (which is what I have branded it) parked across the street from his cousin’s (with good credit) villa and is running an electric cord from their house.  I guess he is telling his bimbos that he owns the place (but then, why would he be living in a homeless shelter across the street?)  Bimbos don’t care.  They’re just there for the “refreshments” he serves; which they actually believe are “original” and not the ethanol he’s purchased from Mubarakia, put into original bottles. Then they pass out in a Homeless Shelter and in the morning wonder why he's not there and why it is so cold  and why he has no sheets or blankets....

(My friend and I have a plot to decorate the outside of the Homeless Shelter one night with bra and panty sets.... I will let you know how that goes.)

Let me just state that I actually like this guy now that I’ve figured him out completely.  He’s an ashhole for sure; no questions, but I see something in him (and so do his cousins) that give him a pass; some redeeming quality. He’s got a good heart and if I ever need him for anything, he’s always been there.  It’s just sad that not all the cylinders are firing.  He's like a V12 running on 2; and the remaining 2 are misfiring. And the car is up on cement blocks.... just sayin....

Now that we’re not dating and I’ve been filled in on all the details, I see him here and there socially with his parade of ho’s; including some (formerly?) very good/decent ladies from good/well-known Kuwaiti families (who stay with him all of 2 weeks).   His most recent girlfriend is a very pretty friend of his wife/x-wife/wife (no one – including members of his own family – can tell if he is still married or not).  One of our mutual friends has been dating DGuy’s wife/x-wife/wife in the past.  All of this is so..... sorted.  Ick.  Glad I’m looking at it from the other side of the fence.  

These girls can't figure me out; I hang with him, he tells me that he loves me (in front of them), he hugs me and kisses me when he sees me.  The girls don't talk to me and I'm very reluctant to form bonds with any of them because I know that he's either going to dump them or break their hearts (and when I'm asked direct questions, I answer directly so I'm afraid I'll get in trouble).  So we just stare at each other and occasionally (if not rarely) smile at each other.  Whatever.  Bring some food you cooked for us all and then we'll talk, okay?

Sidenote:  Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned....  Some girl burned down his tent several years ago; all very hush-hush.   I hope that the Homeless Shelter will fare better and when it does explode, that it won't hurt my friends in the villa....  Just sayin.

Have you noted how I am talking about X’s and not currents?  Tee hee.  Yeah.  That’s right.  I am.

The Most Sassinating Maid Story EVER

This is the height of my life right now (no it isn't, but I'm keeping the good stuff private).
Somebody call the Cake Boss. It's on.
My birthday is this week:  April 16th.  
That's right.  I'll be 29.
(Shut up!)

So on this monumentous occasion, let’s talk about what everyone wants to know about:  My new maid.

I have a new maid. She also works for several of my friends and I have heard nothing but good things about her.  They’ve told me that she is very thorough and detailed. 

I’ve worked with a lot of house-helpers over the past 18 years in Kuwait.  I try to get on the same page with them all and type out all the instructions (for everything I can think of) and even do diagrams.  I go over it in the beginning so that we are both in agreement.  It is a long list and I don’t expect anyone to accomplish it all in one day, but it is out there so when time permits it can all be done and they know what I expect, when I will pay them, and how much (including overtime).

Since last maid-lady let the dog out, I have turned to the assistance of this new lady; her name is “Sassy” and it suits her.  The first day, I scared Sassy away.  I met with her once and told her that I would have a list of tasks.  She thought that she had to do them all the same day. Not.  She sent me an SMS, “Too much work, Madame!  I’m leaving, going home. Goodbye.”  Oh nooooooo....  I called her and after a 30 minute talk (me begging, basically) we came to an agreement.  She was very very upset that my Hoover was broken and that I didn’t have a mop (I prefer cleaning cloths over squeegys).  Went on and on about that issue.  I said I would buy her a mop - any kind of mop she wanted. 

Me:  ‘What kind of a mop?’ 
Sassy:  “A normal mop, Madame.” 
Me:  ‘Stop calling me, Madame, and “normal” to you might not be the same as “normal” to me.  Can you send me a picture?’

So she did (well, Spanx did after I frantically texted her asking her to.)   Just what I suspected:  One of those skank cotton white mops of yester-year.  Yuk.  I hate them.  They get full of bacteria and get stinky.  Ew.  I can smell it now.

I went out specifically in search of the specified mop. I did find the right mop and mop replacement heads; I bought about 6,  I'm not havin no stanky mops around...   I was concerned about finding the “appropriate” mop:   Spanx told me that she bought 2 mops before getting the right one that was Sassy-approved.   I told the salesman at the store that I needed the right mop because otherwise I would get in trouble with my maid and I'm afraid of her.  They got a good giggle out of it.  (Not funny. It's true.)

I had to take my Hoover to get fixed (I don’t use it – howmasupposedtoknow when someone else breaks it and doesn’t tell me?  Why can’t they just tell me?).  I had to shove the thing into my Camaro (not easy), lug the thing to the fixer dudes - then shove it back into the Camaro and get it home.  Waaaaa.   I also went out to buy a B&D Dust Buster so Sassy wouldn’t have to tell me to go get one (I saw that coming.)  I actually love my dust buster and I'm using it every day, so I secretly thank her.

Sassy came back over the weekend.  (Late, but hey that's fine because I'm catering to her now.)   

‘I put the list in the drawer so it wouldn’t frighten you, ok?’  

She about 5 hours cleaning my house.  She is very thorough.  I was so pleased that she approved of my purchases!  “Oh, that is a nice bucket.  I didn’t send you a picture of the bucket.  I forgot.”  (Yessssssssss!  Score Desert Girl!  You got the right bucket!  It’s on!)  She didn’t like the Dust Buster so much, but the Hoover was fine and she approved the mops.  I bought 4 different types of floor cleaning fluids and she never said anything about them, but was a little miffed that I didn’t have Pledge or Jif (“Power” – I don’t know what that is.  I have to go back to the store). 

“Very powerful, Madame.” 
‘Stop calling me Madame, ok? What is that stuff?  Is it like bleach?’
“OH!  You have bleach, madame?” (said with glee)

Oh God, here we go.  My house is going to smell like bleach trying to kill bacteria from nasty, skanky mops.  Great.

I never actually left my  house when she was there.  I cleaned right along with her and managed to finally sort out my closets and get rid of some unwanted clothes and wire hangers.

I HATE wire hangers! They ruin your clothes.  When my dad died – God rest his soul – he had nothing but wooden hangers in his closet;  some of which appeared to be 40-50 years old. All his clothes were neat and tidy.  I want to be like him when I grow up.

So, the adventure begins.  I have nothing better to talk about on Birthday Week than the new maid and maybe some anecdotal stories about my dog.  Sad and pathetic, really.

Online Prostitution in Kuwait

I had no idea there were so many online services in Kuwait (because I have no desire to know), but then I saw an article this morning in the Arab Times about how they were planning to shut down 300 sites and now I'm intrigued!  I'm started checking this out and there's a lot out there.  I did a few searches for "Escorts Kuwait" and a whole lot of information came up.  Oh my....  with .... pictures....

There is no real way to shut down the sites - unless they are specifically based/hosted in Kuwait.  They can try to block them, but then anyone with a proxy bypass or a VPN can get around that stuff.  Where there's a will, there's a way....


Here's the Arab Times story today:

Online Prostitution By Arab, Asian Women Widespread

KUWAIT CITY, April 10: The Anti-Cyber Crime Unit at the General Department for Criminal Investigations has announced the closure of about 300 immoral websites, affirming the department will take the necessary legal action against the owners or administrators of these sites.

Sources revealed some people have created websites for online prostitution, indecent activities and night parties. Sources said the websites were shut down after discovery that they promote or encourage indecent practices and sale of illegal or sexual material.

Sources also warned the social media users against wasting time and jeopardizing their future and social life (love this!) by engaging in unlawful and indecent activities. Meanwhile, the daily carried out an extensive investigation on online prostitution websites and smart phone applications, which revealed that this type of prostitution is widespread.

Arab women involved in the act invite interested clients to apartments for KD100 cash or by K-Net. Asian women give their clients the option to purchase KD3 phone card credit, which they will use to interact with their clients to arrange for appointments and payment that ranges from KD20-KD40 (Way cheaper than I had expected...)

US Report on Human Rights in Kuwait: Women's Issues

Kuwait: ‘Police occasionally arrested alleged rapists . . . ‘

(I am reposting from "Here There and Everywhere, Expat Wanderer" Blog   LINK HERE)

Some dry, but fascinating reading. This is an excerpt from US Report On Human Rights In Kuwait State Department Issues Annual Assessment from the Arab Times: Kuwait.  You can read the entire report by clicking on the blue hypertext which will take you to the Arab Times Website.

Rape and Domestic Violence: Violence against women continued to be a problem. Rape carries a maximum penalty of death, which the country occasionally imposed for the crime; spousal rape is not a crime. The media reported hundreds of rape cases, but government statistics indicated that only 34 cases were reported to the police. Social stigma associated with publicly acknowledging rape likely resulted in underreporting. Many victims were noncitizen domestic workers. Police occasionally arrested alleged rapists. The courts tried and convicted three rapists during the year, but authorities did not effectively enforce laws against rape, especially in cases of noncitizen women raped by their employers.

The law does not specifically prohibit domestic violence, but courts try such cases as assault. A victim of domestic violence may file a complaint with police requesting formal charges be brought against the alleged abuser. Each of the country’s 83 police stations reportedly received complaints of domestic abuse. Victims, however, did not report most domestic abuse cases, especially outside the capital. Police officials rarely arrested perpetrators of domestic violence even when presented with documented evidence of the abuse, such as eyewitness accounts, hospital reports, and social worker testimony, and treated such reports as social instead of criminal matters. Individuals also reportedly bribed police officials to ignore assault charges in cases of domestic abuse. Although courts found husbands guilty of spousal abuse in previous years, those convicted rarely faced severe penalties. Noncitizen women married to citizens reported domestic abuse, and inaction or discrimination by police during the year.

A woman may petition for divorce based on injury from abuse, but the law does not provide a clear legal standard regarding what constitutes injury. Additionally, a woman must provide at least two male witnesses (or a male witness and two female witnesses) to attest to the injury. There were no shelters or hotlines specifically for victims of domestic violence, although a temporary shelter for domestic workers housed victims during the year. The government completed construction of a high-capacity shelter for domestic workers in 2012, but the shelter was not fully operational by year’s end.

Harmful Traditional Practices: The penal code penalizes honor crimes as misdemeanors. The law states that a man who sees his wife, daughter, mother, or sister in the “act of adultery” and immediately kills her or the man with whom she is committing adultery will face a maximum punishment of three years’ imprisonment and a fine of 225 dinar ($790), slightly less than a month’s earnings at the public-sector minimum wage. Sentencing guidelines for honor crimes do not apply to Bidoon. In February the court convicted and sentenced five foreign residents to life in prison for the June 2012 “honor killing” of a 19-year old female family member.

Sexual Harassment: No specific law addresses sexual harassment, but the law criminalizes “encroachment on honor,” which encompasses everything from touching a woman against her will to rape, and police strictly enforced this law. The government deployed female police officers specifically to combat sexual harassment in shopping malls and other public spaces. Perpetrators faced fines and jail time. Nonetheless, human rights groups characterized sexual harassment against women in the workplace as a pervasive and unreported problem.

Reproductive Rights: There were no reports of government interference in the right of couples and individuals to decide freely the number, spacing, and timing of children. Decisions regarding access to contraceptives, family size, and procedures involving reproductive and fertility treatments required the consent of both husband and wife. The information and means to make those decisions, as well as skilled attendance during prenatal care, essential obstetric care, childbirth, and postpartum care were freely available. While the government did not provide any formal family planning programs, contraceptives were available without prescription to citizens and noncitizens.

Discrimination: Women have many political rights, including the right to vote and serve in parliament and the cabinet, but they do not enjoy the same rights as men under family law, property law, or in the judicial system. Sharia (Islamic law) courts have jurisdiction over personal status and family law cases for Sunni and Shia Muslims. Sharia discriminates against women in judicial proceedings, freedom of movement (see section 1.d.), marriage, and inheritance. Secular courts allow any person to testify and consider male and female testimony equally, but in the sharia courts, the testimony of a man equals that of two women.
The law prohibits marriage between Muslim women and non-Muslim men. The law does not require a non-Muslim woman to convert to Islam to marry a Muslim man, but many non-Muslim women faced strong economic and societal pressure to convert. In the event of a divorce, the law grants the fathers custody of children of non-Muslim women who fail to convert. A non-Muslim woman who fails to convert is also ineligible for naturalization as a citizen and cannot inherit her husband’s property unless specified as a beneficiary in his will.

Inheritance is also governed by sharia, which varies according to the specific school of Islamic jurisprudence followed by different populations in the country. In the absence of a direct male heir, a Shia woman may inherit all property while a Sunni woman inherits only a portion, with the balance divided among brothers, uncles, and male cousins of the deceased.

In June the National Assembly passed an amendment that gave divorced and widowed women additional house ownership and rent allowance rights and allocations, but authorities had not implemented the law by year’s end. In July the Ministry of Social Affairs and Labor granted a “housewife allowance” to nonworking women age 55 and older.

Female citizens remain unable to pass citizenship to their noncitizen husbands or their children; exceptions were made for some children of widowed or divorced female citizens. Male citizens married to female noncitizens did not face such discrimination.

The law states a woman should receive “remuneration equal to that of a man provided she does the same work,” although it prohibits women from working in “dangerous industries” and in trades “harmful” to health. According to international assessments, the average working woman earned 6,600 dinar ($23,385) annually, compared with 18,691 dinar ($66,231) for the average working man. Only 14 percent of managers, legislators, and senior officials were women. Educated women maintained the conservative nature of society restricted career opportunities, although there were limited improvements. Women comprise 72 percent of annual college graduates, according to statistics from 2011, but account for just 53 percent of the 270,000 citizens working in the public sector and 44 percent of the 60,000 citizens working in the private sector.
The law requires segregation by gender of classes at all universities and secondary schools. Public universities enforced this law more rigorously than private universities.

Two members of the 50-seat parliament elected in July were women. By early December a parliamentary committee for women’s and family affairs had not yet been established or staffed, although such a committee existed in previous parliaments. Some women attained prominent positions in business as heads of corporations. Two women served as ministers in the cabinet.

There were no female judges. For the first time, however, the Judicial Institute accepted 22 women during the year. Graduation from the institute is a prerequisite for employment as a prosecutor or judge.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Don't let your kids bark at big dogs! A message to Phucktards

Phucktards shouldn't be allowed to have children.  Plain and simple.  But when they do, and then their kids get hurt and they wonder why; the simplest reason is usually the most accurate:  Because they're phucktards and shouldn't have been allowed to bring children into the world.

Case in point:  Why do you sit back and watch as your small children approach (run, walk up to, dance around) a dog which has been bred for protection and/or aggression and start barking in his/her face?  What do you think the outcome will be?

How cute is this:  Let your children run in front of cars and make the tire-screeching noise, directed towards the oncoming vehicle.  Same principle, really.  Outcome inevitable.

I know that education is key to this scenario and many people aren't educated about animals.  But phucktards, really.... we share the planet with creatures that actually might have a higher capacity for learning than you do.  At the very least understand, that these creatures have much larger teeth than you or your children, are faster than you and your children, and may not speak your language.

I think that I may just teach my dog the code for attack as "How".  That way, when these small phucktards run up to him and start with the "how how how!" (in dog-speak here), he'll just not waste the time on pleasantries and go right for the jugular.

"How How" you like me now?

(When you see someone walking their dog at a quarter-kilo distance from people, there is a reason why.)

--- end of daily rant ---

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

I'm not the entertainment.

I pity bored people.  They constantly look to someone else to entertain them.  They're actually not intelligent or interesting enough to come up with their own entertainment - or perhaps something that will entertain others.

Over the course of my 29 years (Hell YES I lie!), I have been sought out as the entertainment on several occasions; mostly by uber-rich people.  I guess when you can make people laugh, it is a gift.  I crack jokes when I'm nervous or in a situation where I don't feel completely comfortable (like around the uber-rich).  It isn't until I'm IN the situation that I realize that these people are not really my friends, but are waiting for the next funny thing; the next good time.  I would never accept an invitation, for example, if I knew that they just thought I was cute or funny and could make them laugh.  How superficial!  If you like me, you like me through good times and bad.  You're a friend when I'm down too, and likewise for  you.  If not, I'm not interested in maintaining a relationshit with you.

What brought this to mind was an extremely arrogant woman that I crossed paths with last night while walking Mikey.  I seriously can't wait for the day when I can say a single word and he will bare his teeth and growl in an alarming manner.  This woman walked over with her husband and asked if she could pet Mikey. I should say no, but I've been too nice lately.  I'm going to have to start telling people that he's an attack dog (gotta learn that term in Arabic) and dangerous.  But I said ok because she seemed friendly enough.  He wanted to play and tried to nip her hand.  Instead of pulling her hand away, dumbass gives me a look and said, "why don't you hold him?  Make him shake hands.... make him do tricks."  Whaaaaa?   ........ Phuckyou.  Did I, a stranger, walk over to you and ask to pet your husband?  Make him shake hands?  Make him do tricks?  WTF - are we a walking circus for your enjoyment?  I pulled out my best condescending, "Laaaaaaaaaaaa ya habiiiiibti."

 It is Spring again. Renewal.  Rebirth.  My birthday is this coming week.  It all seems to change for me around this time of year.  And so, I am looking at my friendships again and reflecting.

I have 2 groups of friends and one of the groups relates to the picture above.  Sometimes when you know people superficially or (as they say locally "don't go to deep with them") you have no worries.  I've known this particular group of friends for a decade, but never got into their business and never allowed them into mine. Now, we're both in and I'm seeing things that really upset me.

So, I'm reflecting.  I'm spending time alone thinking.  I'm (ha ha) re-grouping.  I'm not anywhere to entertain anyone.  (Although the blog has kinda turned into that, it started as an anonymous vehicle to vent my frustration.  It's entertainment value is secondary in all honesty.  I don't want to pay for a shrink.)  Among my friends, I'm not there to entertain, certainly.

Monday, April 07, 2014

Am I Raising a Wimpy Kid?

My baby is now 7 months old and I'm worried that he's not the big, tough guy that I hope he will grow into.

I know I need to socialize him with other big dogs. He's used to pouncing on poor, unsuspecting Desert Dawg  (she's BLIND and almost DEAF, cut the B a break).  She's small.  She's an easy target.  She can't fight back (which is why I never leave them alone).   He wrestles with Paco and if he gets too rough, Paco gives him one good head-butt and it's done.  But other than that, he hasn't had socialization with big dogs - not that Paco is technically a dog because he's a goat - (until this weekend - details to follow).

So, few weeks back, I was at IVH for a regular check-up for Mikey.  He was going apeshit; barking and pulling the lead (almost pulled my arm out of the socket) trying to play with the big dogs.  Just as I was leaving, a Kuwaiti couple was coming in, bringing 3-4 beautiful adult German Shepherds.  They were happy, gorgeous, mellow and well-trained dogs.  I had an immediate rush of envy.  As I passed them (with Mikey slobbering, pulling, squeeling and barking), I said, "I wish my dog was as well behaved as yours, Mashallah."  I was trying to maintain control of The Devil Puppy, so I didn't look up at them as I went by.

Cut to a few weeks ago:  I get a very nice note from a woman who said that she and her fiance raise GS's and she would like to invite me to Kabd to their farm so Mikey can play with their dog who is about the same age and looks a lot like Mikey.  I immediately took her up on her offer.  It was a lovely e-mail and I felt like we were fast friends.

(As is my thang:   I don't use people's real names on the blog, so I am going to call her Mare.  She reminds me of the actress Mare Winningham - in her younger years - only prettier.  Mare is from Malta. I thought she was Kuwaiti.  Her boyfriend is going to remain the same because he has a common name, Ahmed.)

They have a large farm, clean and airy kennels, and happy and healthy dogs.  I was there for about 20 minutes before I realized who Mare and Ahmed were:  they were the same people with the happy, well-behaved dogs that I remarked about in IVH!  See - I always believe in signs from God.  Fascinating.  Thank you, Big Man Above, for the wonderful introduction.

Anyhoo, I had a LOVELY chat with Mare (she's so gracious and complimentary) and Ahmed made us lunch and my wimpy kid got to play with their dog and I had a lovely happy day.

Oh snap... I completely lost the point of this post.... 

Ok, when I first got there, they showed me the kennels and let out their 6 month old GS puppy.  I let Mikey off the lead.   As soon as he saw their kid, he starts bawling like a big baby (squeeling in fright), goes all submissive and eventually runs to stand behind me. Sigh....  This is my protection dog.  Big, scary, mean protection dog.  Yep.

After his initial shock (he wasn't being hurt at ALL - the other dog was just initiating play), they acted like long-lost brothers and started tearing around the place.  Mikey started to build up confidence (I tried to ignore him most of the day) and I'm hoping this is something that we can continue:  doggy play dates.

That's Mikey with the paw.  That's how he wakes me up in the morning.

He was a lot more humble with Desert Dawg when he got home.  Ha!  Good lesson learned for you, buddy. Now you know what it feels like.

I'm really trying to get out there and meet other GS owners and learn as much as I can.  I learned that tile floors are terrible for German Shepherds; especially as they get hip dysplasia and skidding around on tile floors makes it worse.  I'm screwed.  Tile is alls I got.  Sigh.  I just took up all my carpets so dude wouldn't pee all over them.  Guess I'm going to have to put them back.  Tide is making a fortune off me and this dog, let me tell ya.

My sister's biggest dog (formerly the meanest - in his youth), Bo, is also a big wimp. Mama's boy.  When he gets hurt, he starts whining.  If you show him any attention at all (even just saying, "Oh, poor Bo!") , he'll start squeeling like a baby.  Enter Mikey....

Last night, he fell off my bed (which, granted, is pretty high). I heard him whine on impact with the floor. Then, I turned on the light and stared coddling him like a kid. That's when the big whining/squeeling started.  (He's fine. Just a scare. Maybe he was dreaming about being neutered or something.... dunno...)

This is like being a new mother.  I don't think I like it very much (but yeah, I'm talking about it all the time, right?)  I thank God that I have this blog so that I can vent about it; and not to my friends.  Slapperella has a GS mix and when she first got him, she was OTT new-mom (sorry, Slaps, but its true).  I'm her now and I sincerely apologize for not being more supportive.  I totally get it now.  AND her dog only has 3 legs (yes, she's a saint!  She adopted him right after he lost the leg and it was fun to see his progress).

I still haven't gone to the German Shepherd Dog gatherings at Messila Beach (Saturdays from 2-4 - everyone is welcome) - see group_gsd_kw on Instagram.  I'm still worried about how Mikey will react (go apeshit and embarrass me).  I would like to go and just talk to the guys about the obedience schools and boarding facilities.  They look like a totally cool, nice group of friends and I look forward to it.

I have heard a lot of conflicting stories about GS breeders/service providers in general in Kuwait.  Some call them "mafias" and I've heard stories of some breeders actually steeling dogs from each other.  I would like to get more perspectives.  I had no idea that the GS community in Kuwait was so large - or that there were so many high-quality dogs here (champion lines and working dogs).  I also had no idea that there were so many training facility options - none of which are licensed or monitored by the Government in any way.  I don't want Mikey to go missing (before I figure out how to install him with Lojack.... and yes, he's already got a microchip, but that doesn't do much good if you can't monitor him from a satellite.  Just sayin. )

Overprotective mom out.

Kuwaiti Girl Commits Suicide After School Expulsion

Kuwaitiful blog posted about this story a few days ago.  As usual, the first source of information about these types of tragedies is related from outside Kuwait.  You don’t push social issues under the carpet and hope that they’ll go away.  Deal with them.  Depression is real and this is such a sad ending.  As my mother has said, “It is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.”  Some teens don’t see it that way, sadly. All those hormones and everything is so serious. 

[Psychologists like Dr. Naif Muttawa at Soor Center who are trying to help find solutions to these issues in his country - and getting sued by people (other reasons, but give him a break!)]

GCC teen girl expelled from school ends life
Published Thursday, April 03, 2014

A 16-year-old Kuwaiti girl committed a suicide by hanging herself at home after she was expelled from her school, a newspaper reported on Thursday.

The girl was found hanging in the bathroom at her house in Farawaniya neighborhood in the capital Kuwait City, Al Watan Arabic language daily said.

It quoted police as saying  investigation showed the girl was suffering from depression after she was barred from her school.


There are other schools, other boyfriends/girlfriends/friends in general.  Everything will get better if you give it time (and if that doesn't work - talk to someone who is willing to listen and give good advice).

My prayers go out to her family members and friends.  I've dealt with my own reaction to suicide of friends and you are left with a never-ending feeling of guilt and "I could have done more..."  You couldn't.  It is as simple as that.  You were probably the best friend or relative or acquaintance.  If someone is that troubled, regardless of what you do or how you try to help, there's nothing you could have done better.

Sunday, April 06, 2014

"Why Aren't there Geriatric Homes in Kuwait?"

What they are teaching kids in school these days

As I do every Friday, I had lunch with Clean's family (now "my" family).  Let me re-phrase to accommodate my Kuwaiti dad who tells me to say this, 'I had lunch with my Kuwaiti family....'

I have more frank/open discussions about religion within the family than anywhere else.  No one's feathers get ruffled.  No one gets offended.  It is genuine curiosity on both sides.  I hear a lot about Islam (not all of it true as it is often relayed through YouTube videos made by well-intentioned people who interpret it to their perception); generally from the younger brothers in the family.  Dad always steps in and corrects them (and then shouts at them for believing stuff that they've heard on the internet).  I love that man.

Anyhow, I was sitting with the girls and one was doing her English homework so she asked me to help (along with one of the older sisters who speaks English well).  The subject was geriatrics and one of the questions (from a Kuwaiti public school) was, "Why do you think there are no geriatric homes in Kuwait?"  and the "appropriate" answer (as listed on their form) was "because Islam teaches Muslims to honor their mother and father."

While that is very true, so do most religions of the world - including the Western world where the Bible says the same thing.  Does it mean that Christians (or Jews or others) don't honor their parents?

My opinion is that Kuwait will have more geriatric homes in the future - and that it has nothing to do with religion.  It has to do with a working culture.

Even 10-15 years ago in Kuwait, mothers stayed at home to take care of their children.  Now, most couples both work and the children are left in the care of nannies (or if they can afford it - day care centers).  I don't know of any Kuwaiti families personally that have elder family members living at home (I'm talking really elder - like over 80).  I don't know because the parents have either passed away or are younger than 80.  Western countries also have common geriatric illness such as alzheimer's.  While I don't know the statistics of alzheimer's cases in Kuwait, I suspect that if it is a Western problem, it will soon become a Kuwait problem.  Diets in Kuwait are turning to fast-food; industrialization, pollution.... whatever the cause of an increase in cases may be.  How will an untrained, uneducated maid handle an aging alzheimer's patient? How will a working couple?

It isn't a matter of religion; it is a matter of the best care for the parent.  I do know many people in the States - friends - who have had to make heart-wrenching decisions to put their parents in geriatric homes because they could no longer care for them at home.  These friends are God-fearing people who love and respect their family members.  They worried for their parent's safety and well-being.  It is never an easy decision and I am sure that it comes after much prayer.

I don't think that it is "appropriate" for any school to imply that their is a lack of compassion by any other religion in their duty to their parents.  If anything, schools here should be teaching comparitive religion; showing the similarities to Islam; not creating misunderstanding.

Bad Maid: Who Let the Dog Out?

This is a Khaleeji Woe (love their tweets!)...

My maid.

So I had to let her go.  She swore up and down that she didn't let my big dog out (which later led to him chomping on my little dog like the snack food she is...).  It coulda happened.  He's a smart guy and might have let himself out of his room somehow....   However (and I can.not.f-ing.believe this part), when I finally cooled down enough to talk to her about it, she wouldn't let me get a word in while she told me that she left window open ("because no one told me not to") and Mikey (big dog) jumped out the window (I live in a basement apartment with big walls and gates) and was missing for 3 hours.  OH MY GOD!!!!  She said that "somebody" left the 2 gates open (do you not CHECK?) and it was a nice day and she opened the window.....  (this is possible because I've seen him do it.  It is only about a 12" from the floor to the door opening and he's athletic and big.  But it should have been obvious to even a semi-cognizant person that he might do it.)   She talked about HER peril in finding him (which she eventually did, "next to the road") and how she "almost had a heart attack."   Really?  Seriously?  You?  (Poor thing, would you like to lie down?  Can I get you some water?  WTF!)

Ok ok ok... deep breaths... go to your happy place... calm.... ooooh saaaaaah.....  (thou shalt not kill because thou shall go to jail, not because you don't want to.... Visualizing a wood chipper.....)

So, my big dog was running around my conservative religious dog-fearing neighborhood next to a major road for 3 hours.  And during that time....  she couldn't call me?  

She came by this morning (F-ing up my day), crying and holding her cross pendant (whipping out the religion card does NOT work with me).  She said she wanted to explain in more detail.  Shiiiiit - do I need to know???  Whyyyyyy???  Just give me my key (changing the locks anyways) and get the F out.  (I'm actually quite proud of myself for holding it together as well as I did.)

I already have a replacement maid-lady that Butterfly recommended before she left.  She also works for Spanx, so I have 2 good recommendations.  She stopped by this weekend and was kinda shocked by what she saw in my closets.  Folding was not BadMaid's forte.  

I know that some of you you are reading this and saying, "Waaaaa poor you..." and thinking that we're so spoiled having maids over here, but guess what? There are maids in the US and other countries too.  My maid doesn't live with me - she's part time.  Although I don't pay as much as I would for a maid in the States*, I still pay a good salary and I have treated her very well (even to the point of overlooking transgressions like my fake Jimmy Choo bag gone missing).  If you lived in any country and someone working in your home let your dog out - wouldn't you have a fit?  

*  Sidenote:  We don't pay as much in Kuwait (and other countries with similar economies) because although there is a minimum wage, it is very small compared to the US/Europe.  We also don't pay social security or income tax for employees (or ourselves, under a certain threshold).  Most expats I know living in Kuwait retain part-time maids and pay them over the minimum wage.  I pay my maid around $6 per hour and if she asked for more, I would probably negotiate on that.  I also agree to pay her overtime for anything over the agreed-upon hours per day (so far, in my almost 18 years here, not one helper has asked me for OT).

I, like growing numbers of people around the world, do not have children.  My pets are my children.  I value them and take care of them.  The last thing I want to hear is that they've been out playing in traffic while I was at work.

Wednesday, April 02, 2014


I'm going to vent a little in this one.  Hang on or move on (while you still have the chance....)

BitchMoanComplain #1

About 2 months ago, our company was interviewing for a position.  I was a member of the interview team, as it is for a project I'm working on.  I met a lovely lady (with a terrible resume and a photo that looked like Elvira, Mistress of The Dark).  Anyways, long-story-short, she ended up taking another offer, but liked me and asked me if she could invite me for coffee sometime.  I thought it was a nice gesture, so I accepted.

It turned out that it was a dinner invitation at a rather expensive restaurant. I hadn't expected that.  I also hadn't expected her to invite anyone else, but she did; her "best friend".  BF turned out to be an over-bearing, dominant control-freak who from the first nanosecond I met him, took over the conversation and wouldn't allow her to get a word in.  He was rude, extremely arrogant, pushy and opinionated.  He also had the IQ of a gnat as he spoke to her about ME in Arabic throughout the evening; even though I told him I had been in Kuwait for almost 20 years.  Not-a-clue.  (Also said several times that he had traveled the world - including to Cuba where he referred to the people there as "Mexicans."  Yeah... okay....)

I'm guessing BF wasn't just a best friend, but a boyfriend, as he told her what to do, under his breath, most of the evening; including what to eat and how to eat it. Regardless of who he was, I would never let someone talk to me like that. I told the server to take away my sharp objects.  It was going to get uuuugly.

Why do some people feel the need to do this kind of stuff?   She has a nice personality.  She's a quality person.  She's guilty by association now and I will never see her the same way.  HE walked me out and told me about her personality "problem".  Whaaat?  He's her only personality problem!

Is there something in the stars right now?  Now, not only are my old/trusted friends acting strangely (like anxious farm animals before a storm or something) but I'm meeting weird-o's left and right.  WTF.

BitchMoanComplain #2

I have a very pretty co-worker (I'm gong to call her "Raven" because she loves birds and has amazingly shiny black hair!) who has become a good friend.  We hang together occassionally and I enjoy her company. We don't have a friendship where we're out trolling for men (sorry, but those days are gone!)   So I invited her to come along and see my friends during the past few weeks at the chalet to chill and enjoy a nice evening.  What I didn't expect was that my friends (and some of my female friends boyfriends) would have the audacity to hit on her.

If you mess with my friends, you mess with me.  In the case where my friend's boyfriend hit on Raven, I immediately told my friend's boyfriend.  I'm sorry, but it is a sistahhood and I'm not about disloyalty.  This has caused a rift between me and the guys (because they just consider me another one of the guys - only with breasts).  I'm not one of the guys and I don't believe it is "ok" to cheat if you're in a good relationship.  Anyways, now I'm on the outs with the gang and if that's the way they want to be - que cera.  They have probably branded me as a "trouble maker" but again - take it like  you want to.  I did what I believed was the right thing to do; and my friend, Zuz, has called me to thank me several times.  Maybe it will make her relationship stronger in the end - I can only hope.  (If my guy did the same thing, I would want to know. What about you, girls?)

Several of the guys from our group of friends have called me, oddly.  They never call me.  Not to see how I am or what I'm doing or anything.  So, I suspect they are trying to get me to gossip about that night.  Sigh.

Following this incident, one of the girls from the group called Raven to try to convince her to meet up with yet another guy in our group; someone who obviously doesn't have the testicleees to call me to ask me, so he asked someone else to do it.  "He's a nice guy.  He doesn't have anybody right now....Yada."  Raven could have been rude (I would have) but politely declined her offer of his phone number.

I'm embarrassed and disgusted.  I had no idea that people were so desperate.  I mean, if you want to hit on girls, there are a million ways to do it.  Don't disrespect your friends in the process.

This time of the year (Spring), I always go through major renewals (if I may use a positive term for transformations).  So once in a while, you just have to do it.  Change.  Move on.

BitchMoanComplain #3

Speaking of moving on, I am going to change maids.  I have been thinking about this for a while. I think I'm pretty patient, but so far, I have typed task lists, drawn pictures, spoken to my maid's husband to explain things (at her request), and taken time off work so that I could go home and explain things to her.  How frickin difficult can it be???

Last night was the last straw.  Priority #1 is the safety of my children (dogs).  I don't play.  Last night, I went home and Mike (who is now 25 kilos - around 60 pounds) was out of his room; free to tear up the house and everything in it.  Everything is a toy to him right now.  He has endless energy and exuberance - which I usually love but....

I never let the dogs stay alone without supervision.  Desert Dawg (Lilli) weighs maybe 4 kilos now and is about as fragile as a dove's feather.  She's almost 18. She doesn't move around so well anymore; she looks like she's in pain.  The vet said she is almost completely blind and she can't hear well.  So, big old Mike, who is still a puppy, obviously thought she was his toy yesterday and she was hurt when I got home.  She had bruises and scratches.  I felt terrible.  Then I called maid  lady to find out what happened and she wouldn't answer her phone.  I guess she knew.  That's it.  No more.  If you mess with my dogs, you mess with me.

So this has been my week.  I'm hopeful that things will get better soon.  I'm trying all the relaxing things I can, short of getting on yet another plane back to Virginia.  Maybe that's what it would take....

Hot or Not? The Kuwait Version (Re-post from 2:48am Blog)

This is hysterical and too good not to re-post from Mark's blog.  Most of the selfies are from guys.  I'm just waiting to see if belfies will be posted.  You know where this is leading, right?  To an x-rated "Hot or Not?"

Mark say...
There’s a new instagram account called @selfiekw with main purpose of posting selfies of people from Kuwait. Its become Kuwait’s version of the old hot or not website where you ranked people on looks and in this case, the hotter the person is the more likes they get. Lots of fun although there isn’t an option to view just the girls or just the guys. [Link]