27 January 2013

The blog is called TMI for a reason...

I got in a taxi this weekend to go out (yes by myself, but I was going to meet friends).  Well as I flagged the cab down a guy thought I was waving at him (I wasn’t.)  He got in the cab with me and said “Yes to Dublins!”  I told him I was going to DC’s and he said that it was the same thing (they’re not, however they are relatively close).  I asked how he knew I was going to Juffair and well, that was stupid, you are either going to Adliya or Juffair and I live in Adliya…sooo……..we were off to DC’s, or Dublins, or where ever. 

Well the conversation started immediately and when I said I was from North Carolina he asked if I rooted for UNC or Duke.  Ummmm, what????  Well if I were in the states this would be a normal question, however I am in Bahrain and this guy was English!  Well anyways, he asked me if Michael Jordan was really as awesome as he seemed. So I was astonished (I much prefer this than being asked if I like Obama).  He then asked me what guy I was seeing that would let me out by myself.  (sidenote: guys here are not original.  I hear that I am pretty a lot.  It is a great ego boost, but I would much prefer some originality.  One guy told my friend Ezza that I looked like a model and she told him he would have to try harder because I had already heard that once that night.  I love her J).  Back to cab guy…I told him I was a big girl and I could go out by myself and then went on to tell him about my dating life (or lack there of, or too much of…or whatever).  He said “Bahrain is not where you find love.” Dude had a ring on his finger so I asked if he brought his relationship with him.  He said the ring was his grandfathers…heard that story before.  He then went on to talk about his fiancĂ© who had left him…story?  I don’t know, but he said the moral is…Bahrain is not for love.  He dropped me off at the bar and went on his way. 

So my jaded, non-emotional side said… “duh, no love here.”  But the girly side in my says “screw it!!!”  It can be done.  I know it can.

I laid awake most of last night trying to balance these emotions.  Trying to weigh logic with feelings.  My ultimate conclusion….

Emotions suck.  Why is it so hard to accept for me?  There is nothing I can change, why do I insist on trying to outsmart myself and think it’s wrong to be upset, or happy over love or other feelings?  Either is fine, you just have to handle it…

So, surprise, I’m a girl!  I know this is a huge shock for all the people following along during my CHB time, but I cannot hide the fact that I am a crazy, emotional, head over heels girl.  I do want the sap and the romance and the lovey, dovey, gooey stuff.  My version of it may be very different than other people though.  Mine may be an email, or a paper flower, not a dozen roses or a surprise at my door (both of which freak the heck out of me).  However, while I am falling asleep at my desk after having laid awake thinking about all of this…I am a stupid girl. 

I don’t know how to handle this side of me, haven’t seen it like this in quite a few years…I really need to get my heart in check.  Or maybe a good bitch slap from Joe would take care of this for me.  However he, himself, may have slipped to the dark side too.  I’m feeling a bit like Renee Zelleweger in the clichĂ© movie “Down with Love”. 

So, for those of you that follow along on facebook, sad trombone music be damned.  Just not right now.  For now I’m going to hide in the corner until I can figure out the emotional rollercoaster we call relationships and the dating life. 

But right now…I really wish my girly emotional side would shut up.

I hate being a girl. 

Excuse me I have to go to Sephora and Saks for retail therapy.  Ok I love being a girl J   

07 January 2013

Just for you...

It was brought to my attention that my blog has been quiet.  Apparently people really do read it.  I had a dream about a great blog for another site….but I honestly cannot remember what made it so great.  Besides the f word.  I’ve started reading Pintester and, well, she uses F*** Sprinkles as her friends calls it.  Her blog is f’n hilarious.  Ugh, I just can’t sprinkle the f bomb when I know my grandmothers are reading it….ok, so I’m not as witty as Pintester. Noted.  What math teachers do you know have a sense of humor?  That’s right. Just me. So keep reading…

So from the person who mentioned that I should get off my lazy ass and write a blog…I asked for a topic.  Well since he was no help (I still love you, but seriously, I need a better angle) I am just going to ramble about why I haven’t blogged.

My blog had turned into a bit (ok a lot) of a breeding ground for sappy, goopy, yucky emotions.  I blame Leah.  Why?  Because I’m the Mom and I said so.  Leading up to Christmas I was so excited to go home I didn’t want to blog because it would be full of “Eeeeeh!!!!!!” and “OOOOOOOHHHHHHH” and probably more smiley faces than are naturally possible.  So instead of putting myself through the embarrassment and you all through the pain I decided not to blog.

Then Sandy Hook happened and I wanted to blog about that.  I wanted to blog with the remarks I made to my family when I left the states “If you consider me safe in America, than you should consider me safe in Bahrain.” I wanted to talk about the parent conference I had which turned into one of the best conversations about gun control I have ever had (picture it: middle aged Arab man in traditional Thobe, sitting with me as pure bred and preppy American as they come, discussing tragedies, war and what we are really in danger of at home and abroad.)  I wanted to talk about how my students said they didn’t want me to go teach in the states because it is scary!  They were concerned for my safety….but then I was back to my original statement that I said to family before I left and well….that blog was neither riveting, nor as sorrowful, yet poignant as I wanted it to be.  I blame Soccer Mom for writing such an amazing piece at the heart of it all that I know I could never (nor would I ever want to) compare.

Then while I was home, I wanted to blog about what I was doing, and well 90% of my readers are probably family….that I was seeing, so that isn’t thrilling for them.  Then my time in North Carolina was such a whirlwind I truly don’t remember everything I did with whom.  I blame Leigh Ann for this.  Why? Because she probably doesn’t remember much of it either and I can.  Just kidding J 

So in my time back in Bahrain I should have blogged, but I have been in a constant sleep state and catching up on Private Practice and beloved alone time.  Really I should just delete the last line because it makes me sound so cool.  Too cool. I understand if you can’t be my friend anymore because of my awesomeness.  I blame my Dad for my coolness, the man who called out my Big Bang Theory quote on Facebook (and even used the acronym tBBT.)  See what I’m working with here? 

So in conclusion I blame all of you in the states who showed me a good time (hehe, get your mind out of the gutter) and made my trip so amazing I don’t have time to blog about any of it. 

Also to those that request I blog more…provide me with suggestions, topics, and emotions….

Or just come to Bahrain…give me something to write about