Jonathan came home at 11:30 to pick me and the kids up to go to a school interview. I heard the door slam, "Hi kids!", so I quickly admitted in a loud voice , "I'm playing computer chess!" so he wouldn't find out on his own. What could he think? He's away at work, tiptoeing around Qatari folk, attending meetings, chatting with his southern gentlemen friends while he eats the sumptuous meals I prepare for him, and I'm home with the kids being my productive self. Why would he be surprised to find me in front of the computer? While he got the kids to get their shoes on, I meandered into the front room with an inner comment, "Gosh, why did the kids take every single toy out to play with?" The answer, "Because you were off in your own little chess world dummy!"
What else can I post about? Well, while most of the female population is still dreaming about Edward Cullen, I found Ryan Reynolds in my dream last night. We were best friends. We were very artistic together as we painted and did crafts. Yellow paint with green speckles. Really! You wouldn't believe how hard it was to find a photo of Ryan that excludes an image of his bare chest. Did you know that there is such a thing as a Ryan Reyolds workout? Apparently he recently put on 22 pounds of muscle for his role in the Wolverine movie? For Hollywood this is a lauded feat indeed but I personally love him best while he is professing his love for Amy Smart (Jamie Palomino) with his shirt on. Meryl Streep showed up in my dream too but unfortunately she received a severe head wound which made her a little batty.
So there you have it, a glimpse into my life. Maybe tomorrow I'll take some breathtaking photos of the Qatari skyline at Jonathan's suggestion. He likes me to post pictures, but I say, "Of what? There's nothing here!" Perhaps I can prove myself wrong this year. Besides, I'm here! Isn't that something?