Getting through February

The kids are back into study mode... results of exams are coming in... so far everyone has passed. Nora will get her results soon and she is expecting at least one 'O'. The Libyans call this a cak... like the ring shaped biscuits that are baked here. If you think your going to fail in a subject they say 'Get ready a tray of Cak.' We'll see what happens next week...



I ran out today looking for the perfect basket or bag to take to the bakery. The bakeries have stopped giving out plastic bags for the bread; a new campaign to save the environment. I think it's great, like in the old days when I had a stack of flour bags that were used to carry home the bread. But these days I don't have any flour bags so Jenna and I drove around looking in the shops for a bag or basket to serve the purpose. I didn't see anything I liked. A few weeks ago there were lots of baskets and bread bags in the shops - collecting dust! I guess everyone has the same idea as me and they've all run out to buy bread baskets and bags.



I'll have to look some more - in the meantime I'll have to use the brown paper sacks that the bakeries provide. I'm not sure which is worse - a plastic bag that isn't environmentally friendly because they take forever to disintegrate, or a paper bag made from trees. Maybe the paper is recycled. I still prefer a basket, I'll have to keep looking for the perfect one.



I know that there are some fantastic baskets along the roadside in Tunisia... maybe I can convince Mustafa that I need to go get one... hmm.. now that's an idea!

Happy Valentine's Day

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I didn't get any chocolate or roses today.... sigh...

Pictures

There are some nice pictures of Libya in the TrekEarth gallery. It's a nice collection with pictures from many different cities and places.

For my mom!

Last year my sister had a jacuzzi installed in my mother's upstairs bathroom. I think they were needing some renovations and just decided to go deluxe. Today I saw this sweepstakes for the 'Pimped Out John' and decided to enter it. This would be perfect for my mother! It will go great with the jacuzzi too!

So Mom, if the Roto-Rooter people call you up and say you've won the Pimped Out John don't hang up on them... it's for real!

Now I've gotta see if there's a contest for 'Pimp my ride'.... my soccer mom car needs some serious help!

The girl's adventure

Recently the kids had a two week holiday from school. I'm sure the time just flew by for the kids but for me it was a very long two weeks. My house was full of not just my own offspring, but neighbour kids and nieces and nephews. Quite a few nights my house was the gathering place for Nora and Sara's girlfriends. The teenage girls spent time gossiping and practicing their dance moves in my living room.



One day two nieces that are the same age as Jenna (10) and another that's the year between Sara and Nora came to spend the day and evening. We discovered that they had never been to Tripoli's superstore... The Mahari. 'So let's go!' I said. I got ready and waited while the girls got ready. It took them what seemed like forever to put on their scarves and adjust their clothes... gotta look good if you are going to Tripoli's hot spot... never know who might see you there!



We squeezed in the car, six giggling girls and one crazy woman (me). This was going to be interesting. First thing of course is to choose just the right music for the ride. So what shall it be?..hmmm.. oh yes! Kentucky Headhunters... and it's gotta be loud!



'Turn it down Abla Khadija.' says niece number three. 'You're in my car. You gotta ride my way.' I replied, turning it up a little more. (Niece number three is an Imam's daughter.) We didn't drive straight to the shop - we took a drive around town first. We were having a great time. Those poor nieces live such sheltered lives... tch, tch, tch...



We got to the store and parked the car. Me walking through the parking lot with six silly girls following. 'Stop giggling!' I told them. 'Mom! We're girls! We're supposed to giggle.' said Nora.



At the entrance we found a man standing next to a baby buggy. We stopped and had a peek at the baby. I asked the man in my most serious voice, 'Is this baby on sale? Is there a discount? Is there only this particular model, or do we get a choice?' The girls giggled, the man just looked at us and didn't say a thing. 'Hmmm... girls, let's go inside and see if there are any other sales. We don't really need a baby today.' I said, and inside the store we went, the girls giggling and me saying 'Stop giggling!'



We spent a considerable amount of time looking in the housewares department. All kinds of interesting gadgets and shiny things to inspect. We bought a hair dryer and then went on to the supermarket part of the store. Stocking up on junk food to get us through the evening. While in the store we ran into neighbours, one uncle and some of my students; past and present. You always see someone you know in there.



Finally after we'd seen all there was to see we left and piled back into the car. This time niece number three insisted to be the one to pick out the music and she decided on Arabic music but the girls soon tired of that and put on Pink. 'Abla Khadija can we drive on Jaraba Street?' asked niece number two. 'Yes! Yes!' they all shouted. 'OK. Shara Jaraba here we come.'



We drove up and down Tripoli's most fashionable street. The girls 'oohed' and 'aahed' over all the mannequins in the windows that displayed the latest styles of party clothes and bridal wear. Jenna was flirting with the boys in the next car. She is such a stinker! More giggling.



About a half hour later the phone rang. It was niece number one and two's mother calling to say their father was on the way to pick them up. Sigh..the fun was over.. we headed back for home.



Niece number three, the one who had the most fun of all the girls, said 'Abla Khadija - don't tell my father.' I said, 'Don't worry dear. Your secret's safe with me.'

I'm blonde

People have been emailing me, asking me if I'm still around and why I haven't posted anything in a while. Quite honestly it's because I've been busy. It seems the days are never long enough. It's extremely frustrating to me to not to be able to get all the things I want done in a day. Part of the problem is that I have a big family and I expect everyone to pull their own weight. Everyone has a chore to do and when one person lags behind it throws the whole system off.

I had a really 'blonde' moment this week too. How I managed it I can't say, but this is what happened: I came home from work and as usual, changed my clothes, had a look around the house and turned on the computer. Everyday after work I fill in my lesson plans, and all the rest of the paperwork and computer work that need to be done.

As I was working Yusef came to me and said 'Adam was on your computer while you were at work. He knows your password.' I just looked at him, completely shocked. My computer is off limits to the kids. First, because it's got my work on it and I don't want it messed up. Second, it's because the kids get on the internet and click on anything and everything - downloading junk, spyware and viruses. Another thing they do is mess around with all my settings and that always pisses me off. So my computer is mine - to be messed with by no one.

I was angry and immediately changed the password. A nice complex one that contained numbers, suffixes and prefixes. Then what happened? I turned off the computer and blanked out - the password was lost. And I knew it was completely lost. It wasn't something I would remember again, ever. Yes, totally blonde - that's me!

I reinstalled Windows. Actually I feel better about it because it hadn't been done in ages and it was time for a fresh start. The only thing that bugged me is that I've been busy and it's just one more thing to add to my already long list of things to do. Now I'm thinking that maybe I should upgrade to the new Vista.

Today is the last day of the working week. I've got a full weekend ahead of me. Something planned for both days. I need a vacation. I spoke with one of my old students last week about arranging a trip out to his hometown, Ghadames.... maybe I should take the plunge and make the arrangements for real instead of just always talking about it. A break would do me good.

Listed...but alone!

I'm listed on the expat-blog... but I'm all alone. Are there any expats in Libya with blogs? Go add your blog so mine won't look so lonely.