Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween Pictures

Happy Halloween in Saudi! 

Last week, Everett had costume day at school.  He went as a train engineer.



Later that week, Everett and I made a pumpkin cake (just looks like a pumpkin, not really pumpkin cake). 
OK, so we had eaten half of it by the time I got around to taking the picture.  But it really DID look like a pumpkin!


Then I gave Everett the leftover icing to eat. 



Amazingly, a few days later we actually found some pumpkins here to carve!  They are really little, so we got three.  I think we paid about $50 for all three, which was pretty good.  We were just grateful to get them.  Everett and Lawrence carved theirs with Daddy on the patio and in the garage. 




 
Everett (left) wanted a cat face, and Lawrence (right) wanted a goofy face.  Nice job, Daddy and boys!
 
On Halloween night, we got the kids all dressed up.  (Thank you for sending the costumes, Gramama!)  Everett decided to be Peter Pan, Lawrence *independently* wanted to be a pirate, so with that, I gave him a hook hand and ordered a Tinkerbell costume for Catherine, and viola! Coordinating costumes!


We positively could NOT get Lawrence to cooperate for this picture!  He kept throwing his head back to knock the hat off.  And in classic Benchich-kids form, they would never all look at the camera at the same time.  We finally gave up on that! :)   Everett was all about the Peter Pan stance, though!







Halloween and trick or treating here is really different than in the States.  I will post tomorrow with thoughts on Halloween and a description of what goes on here, but I am just trying to get some pictures up at this point.  The upshot is that it's hard to find people who are willing to let you trick or treat at their house.  After 2 hours of walking, this is the stash that the boys took away.  (Lawrence bailed before the 2 hours were over.)

Everett's

Lawrence's


Phew!  Ok, some pictures are up.  More commentary tomorrow.

Hope everyone back home has a great time tonight!





Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Sanity Needed!!

Help!

I have lost my mind. 

I was reading through the posts on the Dhahran women's facebook page, and somebody posted the following picture with this comment:


"Here is the picture of the darling puppy we rescued on Friday. I think he may be about 2 months old. Friendly, soft, gentle, but not potty trained yet!  He needs a home. He is lonely and wants a family." 


I KNOW it does not make any sense, and I KNOW it's a bad idea, but I DESPERATELY WANT THIS DOG!  It is all I can think about all day long. Agh!  HELP!

Here are some reasons why this would be a bad idea, E:

1) I already have three small, demanding, energy- and attention-requiring children.   (This should be enough, but I'll list some more for fun.)

2) This dog is not potty trained.  (I already have two in diapers!  No more poop!  No more wee wees!)

3) Our house is small and has a TINY yard.  (This is no place for dogs; Khaki hated it when we first moved here. )

4) What in the world would we do with him on repat?  He would either have to be boarded for a month twice a year, or we would have to farm him out to friends.  (Hardly fair to a new puppy, especially right after we got him.)

5)  Graycie would never forgive me. 

Yes, I know all these things!  But I keep thinking about how this dog needs a home, and how he's probably really soft and has that sweet puppy smell.  He looks so sweet.  He is still not adopted yet (I keep checking and checking!  Agh!) We have a lot to give a dog.  And if we got him now and he lived (say) 15 years, he would be checking out about the same time the kids were headed to college, and then Mike and I would be free and clear.  (Which would be better than getting another dog when the kids are older, because then we would be stuck with the family dog as empty-nesters wanting to travel.) 

I think I would feel better if someone would just go on and adopt him, because then it would no longer be an option.  Not that it's really an option now.  It's not an option!  But here I am, still entertaining the idea.  

How do I shake this?   

Monday, October 29, 2012

Musing at Eid

I have been taking a break from blogging for the past few days because we have been on vacation!  Well, Mike has been on vacation, which is to say that he has had the days off of work.  And we really just did a stay-cation, because it's just too darn hard to lug the three kiddos around and still keep everyone napping on schedule.  (C is every day from 9:00-10:45 and from 2:00-4:00, L is every day from 12:30-3:00, and E is Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays from 1:00-3:00.  Ugh, we are never going to get to go anywhere ever again!)

So anyway, the reason for this week-long holiday is the Muslim celebration of Eid. 

All I know about Eid is that there are two of them:  one at the end of Ramadan called Eid al Fitr, and it's a great big four day party to celebrate the end of a month of fasting.  It's rather like Easter at the end of Lent, but without all the Jesus stuff.  This year, that Eid was in August.  I was not here to witness the revelry, but the big events include that the mall stays open all night long.  Yay, sounds great. 

The Eid we're having right now is called Eid al Adha, which is the celebration to commemorate Abraham's willingness to sacrifice Isaac.  It is supposedly a bigger celebration, but so far all I'm seeing of celebration is that they have strung up those colorful triangular strings of flags on every major chain link fence, like in a used car lot.  And that's it!  Happy Eid, or "Eid Mubarak"!  What's it gonna take to get you in this car TODAY? 

Oh well, at least Mike has had the week off.  It's been great!  We've been to the pool, and to the beach at Half Moon Bay, and to Ras Tanura, and we've gone to the "big park" (the big park on camp that has THREE playsets in it!) and had friends over for dinner, and we went to the Dining Hall for the breakfast buffet, and we went to the grocery store in Khobar, and we had a lazy DVD watching day.  We've tried really hard to plan things and keep busy, because it's easy for it to get really boring around here.  (No school, no playgroups, no music class or T-ball, lots of friends gone to Bahrain for the week, no TV, and still decently hot outside.)

(Speaking of Bahrain, several expats have said that over this week there was a lot of civil unrest, and several people had to drive through areas where they were throwing maltov cocktails.  YIKES!  No, we will not be going there again any time soon.)

Well, yes, still decently hot, but today was better!  It was probably only mid 90s and this morning, I wore jeans to the commissary because it was only 86!  Yes, 86!  Break out the jeans and jackets, people, we are below 90!  I have been chilly all day and it was overcast (!) nearly all day, so it felt cold, like curl-up-in-a-chair-with-your-cocoa-and-a-book kind of day.  Yes, I am a cold-blooded lizard and I need my rock to sun on.  Yes, I have completely adjusted to this hot temperature.  Yes, I am going to be in a bad way when I go home for Christmas. And I keep watching videos of reporters talking about Sandy, and my first thought is, "Wow, he must be hot with that coat on," until I remember that "Oh, yeah, it's cold at home." 

So all you Sandy folks (you know who you are), let us know if things get hairy.  We will try to be watching from here, but I think we will be sleeping for the worst of it tonight.  Good luck!  We'll try to send some dry, warm air your way!


PS The best part of Eid - NO JETS!! YES!!  
And they have installed a new oil drilling rig about 1000 yards from our house, and it blasts these "all clear" signals all day long.  Sounds like the horn of a cruise ship.  SO loud.  But it's been off, too!  NO JETS AND NO HORNS!  YAY!!  HAPPY EID!  EID MUBARAK! 

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

A Halloween Poem

I have spent the last several days writing and rewriting a piece about my opinions regarding the laws and culture here, as a follow-up to the Rules post.  It included both very negative and positive elements, and it was brutally honest.  After several days' contemplation, though, I have decided that I am both too opinionated and not PC enough to post it.  Sorry, people!  If you want to know, just ask me when I am home.  I don't want Mike to get fired, after all.


So I thought I would post something a little more lighthearted, instead:  a Halloween Poem.


(ahem.)

Five Little Aramcons

Five little Aramcons, sitting at the gate
The first one said, "Oh, my, our plane is late!"
The second one said, "Our itenerary is up in the air!"
The third one said, "But the airline doesn't care!"
The fourth one said, "We'll get there faster if we run."
The fifth one said, "This isn't any fun."
Then in came the plane, and they jumped on their flight,
And the five little Aramcons flew out of sight. 

:)

(This is how Mike and I keep ourselves sane after reading the original version out loud to small children 500,000,000 times. )

Friday, October 19, 2012

In the car...

I am working on a new post about the Rules here, but in the meantime,


We were driving in the car to Everett's preschool, when Lawrence told me, "Mommy, there's something coming out of my diaper." 

!!!

"OK," I thought to myself.  "Here comes a big mess I will have to clean up!  Please, dear God, don't let it get all over the car." 

"What's that, Lawrence?" I ask, with more calm than I am feeling.



(whispered, very slowly) "FLOWERS." 

???

"Flowers?"


(whispered again, very slowly) "FLOWERS." 



Ha!  Phew!  No problem!  I can deal with imaginary flowers just fine!   Thanks, Lawrence, for keeping us all abreast of your imaginary diaper events.   (If only all of your diapers were like that.)

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Freedom, or lack thereof

A while ago, one of Mike's Saudi co-workers told him a story of how he and his (also Saudi) wife were sitting together on a bench in the mall.  They were approached by the Mutawwas (religious police), because men and women are not permitted to be seen together in public.  It's ok if you are married or blood related, so when they said "We are married" the Mutawwas demanded proof.  Of course, they did not have a marriage certificate handy and their word was not enough.  So the Mutawwas took them aside to different rooms and interrogated them individually (presumably with questions like "when is your anniversary" and "what is your spouse's favorite food" and "how many kids do you have") until they were satisfied that they were, in fact, married.  Supposedly the whole think took a long time (hours), which is apparently less time than what it would take if they had resisted.  

Yikes.  But on some level, it's good to know that this happens to Saudis as well as westerners.  (This happens not infrequently to US citizens around here, too.) 

The reason why I'm posting this now is that I was on the US Consulate website for something else, and I stumbled across the "rules" for Saudi Arabia.  I pasted them below so all of you can read up on how to act over here!  The rules I pasted below are only for social; I intentionally did not post all the rules, mostly because, Mom, I didn't want to scare you with the 'women are not allowed to leave the country without their husband's permission' stuff.  (Of course Mike will always let me leave!!  He is not Saudi after all!)  

Anyway, check this out:  (and I hope it gives you renewed appreciation for our country, even in the midst of all this election garbage, that there is no freedom like our freedom, anywhere else in the world!) 

Standards of Conduct and Religious Police: Islam is the official religion of the country and pervades all aspects of life in Saudi Arabia. Public display of non-Islamic religious articles such as crosses and Bibles is not permitted. Non-Muslims are forbidden to travel to Makkah (Mecca) and Madinah, the cities where the two holiest mosques of Islam are located. Norms for public behavior in Saudi Arabia are extremely conservative, and the Commission on Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice (CPVPV), the religious police (Mutawwa or Al-Hay’ah colloquially), are charged with enforcing these standards on behalf of the CPVPV. Mutawwa are required to carry special identification and usually are accompanied by uniformed police; however, in some cases they have detained persons without police presence. To ensure that conservative standards of conduct are observed, the Saudi religious police have accosted or arrested foreigners, including U.S. citizens, for improper dress or other alleged infractions, such as consumption of alcohol or association by a female with a male to whom she is not related. Mutawwa who are accompanied by a uniformed police officer have the power to take you to police or Mutawwa headquarters. If a uniformed police officer is present, you must (if requested) hand over your iqama or identification to the police officer. While most incidents have resulted only in inconvenience or embarrassment, the potential exists for an individual to be arrested, physically harmed or deported. U.S. citizens who are involved in an incident with the Mutawwa should report the incident to the U.S. Embassy in Riyadh or the U.S. Consulates General in Jeddah or Dhahran.

In most areas of Saudi Arabia, and particularly in Riyadh and the central part of the Kingdom, women wear a full-length black covering known as an Abaya, and cover their heads. Women who choose not to conform to this dress code face a risk of confrontation by Mutawwa and possible detention/arrest. Men should not wear shorts in public or go without a shirt.

Many areas of life in Saudi Arabia are segregated by sex to ensure that unrelated men and women have no possibility of "mingling" (khulwa, a punishable crime). Some Mutawwa try to enforce the rule that men and women who are beyond childhood years may not mingle in public unless they are family or close relatives. Mutawwa may ask to see proof that a couple is married or related. Women who are arrested for socializing with a man who is not a relative may be charged with prostitution. Some restaurants, particularly fast-food outlets, have refused to serve women who are not accompanied by a close male relative. In addition, some restaurants or cafes don’t have a "family section" in which women are permitted to eat. These restrictions are not always posted. This is more common in Riyadh and the more conservative central Nejd region.

Dancing, playing music, and showing movies in public are forbidden.

ENTRY / EXIT REQUIREMENTS FOR U.S. CITIZENS: A passport valid for at least six months and a visa are required for entry. Visas are issued for business and work, to visit close relatives, and for transit and religious visits by Muslims.  All Saudi Embassies have the authority to issue the 5-year visas, but only the Saudi Embassy in Washington, D.C., and Consulates in the U.S. appear to be doing so with any consistency. There have been reports by U.S. citizens that they were refused a Saudi visa because their passports reflected travel to Israel or indicated that they were born in Israel. Women visitors and residents must be met by their sponsor upon arrival. Women who are traveling alone and are not met by sponsors have experienced delays before being allowed to enter the country or to continue on other flights.

A Saudi man who wishes to marry a foreign woman is required by law to seek the permission of Saudi authorities. Since February 20, 2008, a regulation exists requiring the Saudi man to sign a document giving irrevocable permission to his foreign wife and the children born of their union to travel in and out of the country without restrictions. However, it seems this document is rarely demanded by authorities and in any event it is not retroactive. Even with such documentation, the foreign spouse and their children may still have difficulty leaving Saudi Arabia freely. Also, if a couple consisting of a foreigner and a Saudi living in Saudi Arabia divorce, the foreign parent cannot under any circumstances leave the country with the children born of their union even if he or she is granted custody rights. 

CRIME: Crime in Saudi Arabia has steadily increased over recent years, but remains at levels below most major metropolitan areas in the United States. Visitors should take precautions to reduce their risk of becoming victims of crime.  It is advisable to travel with a companion, if possible. Private Saudi citizens who perceive that a foreigner is not observing conservative standards of conduct have been known to harass, pursue, or assault that person. The U.S. Embassy in Riyadh cautions U.S. citizens that Saudi Arabian police authorities have detained potential witnesses to crimes without charges or access to legal counsel, and with limited or delayed consular access, during the investigative stage of criminal cases, which can take months. On occasion, Saudi authorities have temporarily confiscated the personal effects of detained potential witnesses. Even when released from detention, witnesses to criminal incidents may be prohibited from leaving the country until investigation of the incident is complete.

CRIMINAL PENALTIES: While in Saudi Arabia, you are subject to its laws and regulations, which sometimes differ significantly from those in the United States and may not afford the protections available to the individual under U.S. law. Penalties for breaking the law can be more severe than in the United States for similar offenses. The Saudi Government requires diplomatic missions to request visits to incarcerated individuals via formal diplomatic channels, which often causes delays in providing consular access to those citizens.  

Persons violating Saudi Arabian laws, even unknowingly, may be expelled, arrested, imprisoned, or even executed. Suspects may be detained without charges or legal counsel, and with limited consular access, for months during the investigative stage of criminal cases Penalties for the import, manufacture, possession, and consumption of alcohol or illegal drugs in Saudi Arabia are severe. Convicted offenders can expect long jail sentences, heavy fines, public floggings, and/or deportation. The penalty for drug trafficking in Saudi Arabia is death. Saudi officials make no exceptions. Customs inspections at ports of entry are thorough. The U.S. Embassy and Consulates General have no standing in Saudi courts to obtain leniency for a U.S. citizen convicted of alcohol or drug offenses.

Saudi authorities do not permit criticism of Islam or the royal family. The government prohibits the public practice of religions other than Islam. Non-Muslims suspected of violating these restrictions have been jailed. Homosexual activity and adultery are considered to be criminal offenses and those convicted may be sentenced to lashing, prison, or death.

While some countries will automatically notify the nearest U.S. embassy or consulate if a U.S. citizen is detained or arrested in a foreign country, that might not always be the case. To ensure that the United States is aware of your circumstances, request that the police and prison officials notify the nearest U.S. embassy or consulate as soon as you are arrested or detained in Saudi Arabia. While staff at U.S. Embassy and Consulates General will make every effort to visit incarcerated U.S. citizens, they may experience delays in obtaining permission from the Saudi authorities for the visit.

Saudi customs authorities enforce strict regulations concerning importation into Saudi Arabia of such banned items as alcohol products, weapons, and any item that is held to be contrary to the tenets of Islam, such as pork products and pornography. Imported and domestic audiovisual media and reading matter are censored.
Saudi customs and postal officials broadly define what is contrary to Islam and therefore prohibited. Christmas decorations, fashion magazines, and "suggestive" videos may be confiscated and the owner subject to penalties and fines.

TRAFFIC SAFETY AND ROAD CONDITIONS: While in Saudi Arabia, you may encounter road conditions that differ significantly from those in the United States. The information below concerning Saudi Arabia is provided for general reference only, and may not necessarily apply to all locations and circumstances. 

Temporary male visitors may drive on their U.S. driver's license. U.S. men employed in Saudi Arabia should obtain a local driver's license from the Department of Traffic Police. Women are not allowed to drive or ride bicycles on public roads.

Traffic accidents are a significant hazard in Saudi Arabia. Driving habits are generally poor, and accidents involving vehicles driven by minors are not uncommon. In the event of a traffic accident resulting in personal injury, all persons involved (if not seriously injured) may be taken to the local police station. Drivers are likely to be held for several days until responsibility is determined and any reparations paid. In many cases, all drivers involved in an accident are held in custody regardless of fault. U.S. citizens involved in an accident should immediately contact their sponsor and the U.S. Embassy or nearest U.S. Consulate.


Monday, October 15, 2012

Acclimated

I walked out of our garage this morning at 7:45 to take the kids to preschool, and as a cool wind blew over my shoulders, I thought to myself, "Wow, it's chilly!  I might want to change this tank top to a t-shirt today." 

So I went back inside and called the Time and Temperature number out of curiosity.  It was.... 83 degrees!  Chilly, indeed! 

What strikes me about this is 1) how much I've acclimated to the heat, rendering 83 to feel chilly, and furthermore, 2) that this has been possible considering how I've essentially lived inside where it's 72 degrees all the time.  How can I walk out of 72 and into 83 and notice that it got cooler?  I guess the body is somehow able to compartmentalize indoor temperature from outdoor temperature.  It is used to that wall of heat outside, and doesn't recognize or associate air conditioning with that.  Fascinating. 

In other news, we have had high cirrus clouds for two days now.  Wow, something different!  They say it might rain sometime in November.  We'll wait and see!

All you people back home, enjoy the leaves for us!  We are still stuck in the Land Without Time, so it's hard to feel like fall here.  But hey, no raking for us!  Ha HA!  


That's Entertainment!

Lawrence is my cars and trucks man.  He loves anything with wheels (except the vacuum cleaner). 

Before we came here, Lawrence ALWAYS pointed out, in loud, enthusiastic form,  EVERY SINGLE police car, fire engine, ambulance, and school bus that we ever saw.  When we left Charlotte, I felt like we were leaving a part of him behind, because we had to say goodbye to all these vehicles that he was so aware of.  Of course, they do have a smattering of police cars and fire trucks here (no ambulances that I've seen) but they never have their sirens on and they don't look like the real thing anyway.  They are really just plain old company cars with a single blue light stuck on top. They also have buses, but they are more like Greyhound buses, even the ones for school - no more yellow school buses with the red stop sign. 

However, he does see a lot more earth-moving vehicles here.  This is because everything here is crazy and they use giant earth-moving equipment for all kinds of unnecessary things.  Like picking up grass clippings from the lawn mower (below).  While obviously a waste of resources and energy, it makes for great entertainment for a 2 1/2 year old!  (PS - happy half birthday, buddy!) 


The workers are using the front loader (? - not sure if that's right) and dump truck to pick up an armload of grass clippings.  Lawrence was SO EXCITED! 


Ten minutes later.  Yes, we are still standing here.
And yes, they still are picking up that same arm load of grass clippings.  They are (clearly) not very efficient. In fact, now that I think about it,  I could have done this faster all by myself and nine months pregnant.  Here, they have four guys on the ground, one in the front loader, and one in the dump truck. 
  


So at least it's not a total loss of vehicle observation.  Thanks, Caterpillar!


Saturday, October 13, 2012

Fat Rolls

I couldn't resist:  I decided to document Catherine's fat rolls. 

I am doing this mostly because they are so HUGE!  I anticipate that they will go away soon because she will grow - not to mention she is really close to crawling, so those calories are getting ready to be used up - and I want to remember just exactly how round she was at 6 months.  Catherine, I know you are reading this in 13 years going "MOM, you did WHAT??"  but you so sweet and plump these days and I want to remember. 

Well, this one is not so much fat rolls as I love her face looking down.  She loves that rattle.  I suppose you can see some fat rolls on her arm.  What you can't see are her second and third chins.  They are there, though. 

OK, here's what I'm talking about.  Look at her arm.  Not only does she have them at every joint, they are also in between all the joints:  wrist, forearm, elbow, upper arm, and shoulder.  It's hard to tell, but she also has one on the top of her foot. 

Here we have foot, ankle, ankle again, knee pit, thigh, and thigh again. 


Wow.  Mike calls her Thunder Thighs.  He'll have to stop that before she gets to be a teenager.

"Are we through with the photo shoot yet?  How did I do?" 

Lookout world - she is almost crawling!  And I ALMOST got a bow in that hair...not much longer now!  Sweet fat baby.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Overheard At Dinner

Opening Scene:  Benchichs seated at dinner table.  Stage right is Everett.  Stage left is Lawrence.  Mama and Daddy at the head and foot of the table.  Baby Catherine in high chair near Daddy. 

Everett:  Ha ha, I know a joke, the penguin is flying!  Ha ha, he is flying over the plate! Penguins don't fly, but Penguiny is flying!  Flying!  He's flying! (etc, continues on and on)

Mama:  <eyes down> Yes, we see. 

Everett:  Isn't it funny that the penguin is flying?  <Penguin noises> That's what a penguin flying sounds like!  Ha ha! Flying!  Isn't that funny?  He's flying!  <zooming noises>  Flying!  <more penguin noises>  Watch penguiny fly!  (etc, continues loudly)

Mama:  That joke is getting old.  You should pull the plug on that one. 

Everett:  Pull the plug, pull the plug, pull the plug!  Pull the plug, pull the plug out, pull the plug..(etc, continues for 4 or 5 minutes.)  Pull the plug, I'm pulling the plug, pull the plug out...

Daddy:  This is a flash forward of what he'll be saying 50 years from now as he's leaving my hospital room.

Mama:  <snarfs water>

Daddy:  Remind me to give Lawrence the medical power of attorney. 

Dates for Dummies

Since coming here, I have learned a lot about dates. 

Before, I usually thought of dates as very small cubes, say 1 cm x 1 cm, that come in the box of Quaker 100% Natural Cereal.  I also thought of Dromedary Dates, which are also small cubes.  I knew that they were cut off of a larger fruit and possibly squished into the shape of a cube, and I vaguely knew what a real date looked like, but that was about it.

Of course, they sell dates at the commissary.  Reliably.  Wow!  This may be the only thing that is consistently at the commissary!    Not only that, but they come all different ways and in different types. 

Over by the deli counter, they sell the vacuum-sealed dates.  These are a bunch of dates all squished into a plastic container and vacuum-sealed until they are even more squished.  These are the kind that are great to throw into your suitcase for presents when you go home.  They also keep a long time if you don't open the package.  They taste just like regular dates, so there is no reason to not get them this way unless you don't feel like wrestling the package open every time you want a date. 

Usually, we get our dates from the commissary's "Nut Man."  There is a "Nut Counter," rather like the deli counter or the bakery, that is all nuts and dried fruits.  The Nut Man stands behind the counter and scoops out what you want, weighs it, gives it a sticker, and hands it to you just like you are buying cold cuts.  Here is a pictures of the boys visiting the Nut Man.  They love to go there because we can get dried kiwi, too. 
 



The Nut Man has four kinds of dates.  I forget what they are called since it is all in Arabic, but the upshot is that the more expensive kind really do taste better.  We have tried all the kinds.  (And we've tried all the dried fruits, like mango, raisins, and figs.  The Iranian golden raisins are not worth getting because the US golden raisins are better!)

Right in front of Everett there are four kinds of dates going back.  The round cylinders by his had are figs.  Green is kiwi, orange is mango, yellow is pineapple.  The white in the back is coconut (I think).  The nuts are over by Lawrence and farther on to the right.


So anyway, I thought I was pretty up-to-snuff about dates.  Well, I was in the produce section the other day, and I saw "fresh local dates" there.  I had never seen any dates like that.  They look like giant golden grapes.  Fresh dates?  So the others are dried? 

I thought all dates looked like this:

 
 This is what they look like when they fall off the date palm tree.  I know because the boys and I found a date palm tree on camp with ripe dates that were falling off.  They were falling off onto the ground (the dates still on the tree were so high there was no way to get them), so we collected some and ate them.  They tasted perfectly normal.
 
But these dates looked like this:

???



Are these unripe, or not-quite-ripe, dates?  I was intrigued.  So I bought them.  I brought them home.  I showed Mike.  And I tasted one. 

YUCK-O!  Blaech - I spit it out and wrinkled up my entire face (before I could stop myself, and the kids saw me do it so now they don't like these kinds of dates either).  The normal kind of dates are soft and sticky sweet and chewy.  These kind are crunchy like an apple, and bitter.  I thought, "Maybe I just got a bad one" and tried again.  Pah-tooie!  Nope.  They are just bad.  I did convince the boys to try a bite, and they agreed that they were bad.  Mike says he sees guys at work eating these all the time.  Why??  The other kind are so much better! 

So now I know that there are "good, normal dates" and "bad, fresh local dates."  Duly noted.  They say that Bedouins could live in the desert for weeks on end by living off of only seven dates a day.  I hope they got to eat the good kind! 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

X Rated

So here's something funny...

They do a lot of censoring here, of all forms of media.  For example, all the magazines that they sell are previewed by some government agency, and if any of the content is deemed inappropriate (i.e. women wearing short sleeved shirts or showing their legs) they take a black permanent marker and color over it. So if there is a Martha Stewart Living issue that comes out that has an ad for, say, pool and patio furniture with a picture of a girl in a bathing suit, EVERY SINGLE ISSUE of that magazine will have the girl marked out with black permanent marker.  (We are buying stock in Sharpie while we are here.)  Same for CD covers, books, etc.etc.

Same for TV - lots of images are pixeled out, especially cleavage.  The latest is that they are bleeping out the word "pork" when people say it on TV, for example Rachel Ray doing a cooking show.  "I'm taking the <bleep> chops and marinating them with rosemary, and then you'll know when the <bleep> chops are done when the meat starts to fall off the bone."  Ugh.  Come on, guys.  We all know pork exists.  Crazy Saudis.  They are addicted to rules.

So anyway, the funny thing is that despite all this, the satellite TV service we have here shows hard core porn.  Yes.  They have a porn channel.  It is not blocked or pixeled out.  WHAT??  "Pork" = no but PORN = YES??  Oh the irony.  Somebody really dropped the ball here.  Uh, hello?

(If you're going to let that slide, I'd really like to have the word "pork" back as well.  Thanks.)

And - now here's the funny part - word on the street has it - that on one of the residential streets sort of close to us (well, everything is close to us...it's about half way to the main gate from us) somebody has a giant TV in their house and does not close the blinds.  And they watch porn.  GIANT porn. 

People have noticed.  Word has spread.  Did they report it?  HA HA!  These deprived people?  NO WAY!  You know what they did!  They gathered outside the person's house and watched!  They brought lawn chairs!  They brought snacks!  This is happening in Saudi.  This is hilarious!

Then somebody got mad and called the Middle School.  Ha!  Really?  What exactly is the Middle School supposed to do about it?

And here I am, not allowed to take pictures of the outside of my house, or my new baby in the hospital.  

Typical.  Welcome to the upside-down-crazy-world we call home.  

P.S.  PORK, PORK, PORK!!!  There.  I said it. 



Sunday, October 7, 2012

Go Camels!


Last Wednesday was Everett's first tee-ball game.  Mike is the coach.  He has 8 kids on his team, ranging in age form 3 to 6.  About half are Western and half are Saudi.  About none of them know what they are doing.  It's very funny! 


It's very informal - there are no outs, and no one keeps score.  An inning consists of letting everyone bat one time.  After every batter, the fielders all rotate to a new position, like volleyball.  There are just about as many dads and coaches on the field as players.  It's designed to be fun and let the kids get exposed to the game.  And Mike is a great coach!



Here are some videos from the game.  The people are a bit hard to see, so I will try to identify them for you:  Everett was wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts (no uniforms yet).  Mike has on a blue shirt and a white hat.  This first video is of Everett's attempt at fielding.  He spent the entire inning sitting and building castles in the dirt with his back to the batter.  (We found out later that he did not want to touch the ball because he was afraid of being tagged out.)  Notice on the second hit how ALL the other kids go chasing after the ball except for Everett.  He was deserted on the field.  We're working on getting him to pay better attention to the game (or at least looking at it).  Poor Lawrence was SO bored the ENTIRE game, and he kept wanting to go to Daddy and see what Daddy and Everett were doing.  (It's going to be a long season.)  And then Catherine is getting new teeth.  (Again, a long season.)  But hey, if I can make it on a 30 hour plane trip with all three in tow, surely I can get two of them through an hour long baseball game, right?

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The second video is of Everett's attempt at batting.  This is his first at-bat ever!  He did great, and he knew what to do.  Apparently this is much more fun that fielding.


At the end of the second practice, the it was time to name the team.  The current name of the team was Team 1.  When asked what the kids wanted for a new name, Everett shouts out "Team 3!"  Very original, son.  Then Everett wanted "Little Critters" (very cute, and we are pretty sure that he came up with this on his own.)  Apparently, it was a little too cute for everyone else.  Most of the players wanted Cheetahs, but that was already taken by another team, and Mike's suggestion of Wolverines was deemed too long.  Then Everett wanted Giraffes, but the consensus was Camels.  Perfect!  So Lawrence, Catherine, and I will be cheering on the Camels for the rest of the season.  Go Camels!  (The jury is still out on whether we are Bactrian or Dromedary.)

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Catherine Turns Six Months Old

Can you believe it?  Catherine is already six months old!  Wow, that went fast.  I feel like she got big while I wasn't paying attention.  (Well, admittedly, I WAS also paying attention to two other little boys, so she was only 1/3 of my attention.)  A friend of mine once told me that having small children is like being a functioning alcoholic - you get through the day, but you have no memory of it!  Ha ha!  Yes.  I get through each day, and I have very little memory of it, and as a result, I blinked and she is six months.  Trying very hard to relish and remember these fleeting days. 

In her six months, she has come very far!  Her latest accomplishments include sitting up all by herself and getting her first tooth (just this afternoon!).  Here are some photos of six months old:

Actually, this is the five-month picture. ( Oops! )  I have not taken the six month chair picture yet.  She looks the same now...just bigger!

She's pushing up really well, and she gets on all fours and revs up.  Crawling is not far away!

Sitting up is a new adventure.  She loves her piano and her birdbath toys.  I am there for my own peace of mind...she very rarely falls over anymore. 

Here she is communing with Lawrence over the Jumparoo.

Lawrence wanted me to take her picture with his "baby brother" since baby brother and Catherine were playing together on the blanket.
She is such a happy, sweet, and easygoing baby!  She sleeps beautifully through every night, she only cries if she is hungry or tired, and she loves her brothers.  No one can make her laugh like Everett.  Well, Daddy can sometimes, but it's usually Everett.  Thanks for being so easy, Baby Girl!  Happy half birthday!