Necessty is the mother of invention, household items being used in new ways... beyond the snow
This is the on-going tale of a Mom and her adjustment to the changing times of her life. About two and a half years ago, the Bean family moved to Jordan from the US. This blog is about MommaBean's new experiences as a foreigner in a wonderful new land, transition from a working Mom to a stay at home one to an entrepreneur, and various other thoughts as they may occur.
and a snow princess for ButterBean...
We didn't get any shots of the Beans just after the snow hanging out on the edge of the carport roof came charging down onto their heads... The expressions were priceless. It was soft and lightly packed, so no harm, no foul. ButterBean took a bunch right on the top of her hood. I dried her face and then she realized how funny it was. Luckily no icicles so nothing dangerous. Now all those folks who thing I was crazy to buy such winter-y garb see why I did it. We came home with super big "puffer" coats for the kids and the kind of gloves intended for playing in the snow (in addition to the long johns). Great investments this year!
Last pic is a snapshot of the Beans...
We had an awesome day in the snow and are wishing you...
Happy Snow People!
Happy Snow Day!
Okay, so now for a beef I have (yes only one). I'm tired of people deciding what I want as a consumer for me... Recently blogger released a version in Arabic. This is awesome news! It make the free blogosphere a little more inclusive, I think. But, why OH WHY, when they did this did it change MY blogger pages to Arabic? I hate when companies look at my ISP, see it's in Jordan, and then automatically put pages in Arabic. Why do I hate this? Because, like Blogger, the often don't have a simple way IN ENGLISH for me to switch this. So, I have no idea what the top bar of blogger says now. If I could read the Arabic to tell, then I wouldn't need it in English, now would I? So, why do these blogger people think they know me? What makes them assume that because I reside in Jordan, I want sites in Arabic? Google did the same thing, but at least they let me choose English as an option. Hear this, blogger, I'm annoyed with you! (Yes I know that the chances that they care are less than 1 in a million.)
As most of you likely are aware, I hear alot of the work-related buzz around town. I have to admit that few of the bold statement amuse quite as much as this one. I hear it repeated time and again that Jordan is so well-suited to provide call centers for the US. My amusement is not of the haha sort, but more of the melancholic sort. First let me state what, I hope to my regular readers, is obvious. I love Jordan. This is truly an awesome country. But, its business leaders are often self delusional. So, now why do I think that Jordan is leagues and leagues behind in this dream of providing call center support.
Driving through the fog this morning, this Bible verse popped into my mind as somehow appropriate to the situation. It was really, really foggy at home. I mean pea-soup kind of thickness. And, yet, never fear. The cabbies still wanted to live life on the wild side. I only saw one cabbie with any kind of lights on. People, when there's fog out, TURN ON YOUR LIGHTS! If you don't have fog lights, use your regular lights. If you do have fog lights, use BOTH. However, don't use your brights in the fog (ever) as they only reflect off of the moisture particles and obscure more.
At any rate, I found this one quite funny and hope you enjoy it too.
Someone sent me a link to this interesting article about ladies only buses in Mexico City. When is Jordan going to get this idea. Aside from the obvious benefits (no fear of harassment, etc.) it has some aromatic benefits as well. Each time I see the overcrowded buses in the middle of the summer and think how awful the stench must be. And, I imagine the poor ladies crushed into that mass of humanity. So, I have to say, I vote for pink buses and pink services... Read about it!
Heath Ledger died yesterday. How sad is that? I know he gained alot of notoriety for his role in Brokeback Mountain (which I haven't seen and don't intend to), but he was such an excellent actor. Some movies mark times in your life so perfectly. El 3atal and I got into watching a Knight's Tale when it started coming on one of the movie channels. As you all know, I'm a sap for a happy ending and for poor kid makes bad movies (probably something to do with my upbringing). So, anyway, farewell Heath...
Well, I was making huge plans upon seeing the snow this morning. I was waiting on it to get a tad thicker and then planning to take the kids out to make snow people. Although, actually, the girls wanted to make a snow mermaid... And then it happened :(, waaaaaaaa. The rain started and the snow is melting. It's just not fair. I've laid out the warm clothes, started thinking about how we can use the spaghetti to make hair and sch and whamo! Rain. Just not fair. It's like a teaser. We got to see the snow but not play in it... But on the up side, I'm blogging instead of working (yeah, I know, what's new?).
I love a good challenge and that's what this is. First kudos to Kinzi and Hal who introduced me to the idea. Dan had a great idea when he decided to call out 365 people in his life. I mean really, a year of people who've touched your life! How awesome is that idea? So, I'm joining the 365 crew. However, rather than lose my thoughts on this blog (which I do so often), I've started a new blog - MommaBean's 365 for it. For those of you who are technically challenged (yes, Kinzi this means you), I've added a link under Links over there on the right. No, your OTHER right! :)
So, I hear alot of talk from people in various places (government, society, etc.) wondering why investors are choosing other destinations for their dollars (or riyals or dirhams or yuan). Having lived in the US most of my life, I've hit upon something that I think all of these pundits have missed. So, listen closely as I whisper this in your ear. No, come closer, we don't want it to get out. The secret is...
In English, we have this term, "fair weather friends" that refers to people who are only your friend when things are going well. You know, if you're on the top of your game, making lots of money, popular, they're friends with you. However, the minute that luck turns the other way, they aren't your friend anymore. They simply don't want to know you when the weather turns gloomy. Now, I haven't had a whole lot of these friends. Most of my friends have been the "through thick and thin" types. So, it's not my own friends that have gotten me thinking about the expression.
You know, those of us who go to live far from our native lands begin to see it as rather ordinary. When people ask me how safe Jordan is, I kind of scoff at the question. And, honestly, I haven't given much thought to the family left in more typical surroundings. But a friend alerted me to this story, which has been much ignored in the press.
but only because I don't hold any ownership in Galler... Yes, that's right, as Kinzi said live blogging now occuring at Galler. Using their free wireless notice how sutle that plug was, it fit right into conversation, teehee! Seriously, some BloggerMamas are meting up tonight for a rare adult, kids-free mom-a-thon. So, I came on over immediately after putting this kids to bed (Do not Pass Go, Do not collect $200) so I could have a moment to blog and whatever. So, what do I blog about, chocolate, of course. And, honestly Galler has been a bit of a revelation to me in many ways...
That's all I've got just now. Kinzi came in and I'd rather make memories than talk about making them!
So, like Kinzi, I don't know Fouad. I do know that I'm sorry for his troubles and I sympathize with his situation. I suspect all bloggers have some concern that this could happen to them. So, with Fouad on my mind, I'm thinking a bit about freedom today. I figured I'd think aloud (or a-quiet, whichever it is).
So, Kinzi's post inspired me. With all of recent international travels, my favorite blond joke seems quite appropriate. Of course, I (like every blond I've ever known) have quite an arsenal of them. It comes with the hair color... you either collect jokes and enjoy the goofiness of them or you go through life constantly offended. So, here's my very favorite.