Tuesday, March 16, 2004
I found these old photos while doing a project for The Man's mother. She must have taken them on a trip to Mexico in the sixties or something. I just love them! I've put them in a photo tree on the desk... I wonder if somebody will nostalgically look at my pictures one day, forty years from now...
posted by KKT at 9:10 PM
Monday, March 15, 2004
Wow. A whole week has passed without posting! Hmmm... let's see:
posted by KKT at 8:38 AM
The Man had a boo boo in his car (which now has a new hood and I will pick up today);
We got my car (hoorah!);
We took my car out to Jebel Ali Beach and it broke down on the side of the road* (apparently, the gas gauge is broken and we were only out of fuel);
We are both sporting severe sun burns as we failed to pack sunscreen for our 18 holes last Saturday;
Dubai World Cup is in two weeks and I've yet to decide what I'm wearing;
Haven't been called to substitute all week. Hmmmm...
On a less "update from Dubai" topic... I did a bit of research after reading a post this morning and found an interesting article on flirting. I can be a bit of a flirt myself (I find that it helps get things done that need getting done. Not only with The Man ("Honey *bat eyes/flip hair/squeeze bum*, will you take that big, heavy bag of trash down to the dumpster?"), but also in other various situations around town ("Oh, *bat eyes/flip hair*smile* was I not supposed to park there? I honestly didn't notice the little red sign..."). However! Flirting can be dangerous and people should be warned. If you are a serious flirt, be very aware of the monster you may create (See: Flirting Gone Too Far). It may just come back and bite you in the arse you've been shakin' all over town. All in all, flirting should be considered harmless fun (i.e., should not be taken seriously) and it keeps your game sharp for the one you come home to. Ahhh... Flirting With the One You Love. On the opposite end, people should be aware that just because they are being flirted with - that's all it is. A flirt. A wink. A giggle. Don't go makin' a 40 year plan just because the hottie from accounting straightens your tie.
*Finishing the beach story: Me, The Man, our neighbors (with their 18 month old baby), and our collective four dogs drove out to the beach on Friday morning to take the dogs for a walk. Thankfully, the men took our truck and Ailsa and I followed in their Golf with the baby. We had a great time at the beach. The dogs ran like crazed animals and baby Scott was wide-eyed at the ocean. On our way home, Ailsa and I took the truck and the men were in the Golf. About five minutes from the beach, the truck began to act as if it had run out of gas, although the gauge said 1/4 tank. We called our friend Bashaar (who sold us the truck) and he advised we leave it there for towing and we headed back to town. That's right. Four adults, one baby, and four dogs (two of which are SEVERELY overweight) loaded into a Golf. There's a name for this image in Texas, and it ain't pretty.