(Yes, I’m talking about you, dear husband! 37! Wow.)
Had a lovely walk and a lunch at Marina today, although my husband didn’t seem to enjoy it just on the same level as we did. I reckon it could be the fact he gets there more often than us.
Snapped few pics, most of them blurry – imagine trying to stand still to have it sharp, but there’s always someone poking you and pushing you. That was Maryam, most of the time. Moving objects the second half of the attempts.
But few are quite all right. First and foremost, I’ve finally managed to catch how scaffolding looks like in Kuwait. I’ve seen a worker slip on one of these and manage not to fall down by catching one of the wooden “pipes” while slipping, so he hung down but didn’t get hurt. Mostly, it looks exactly like this – as a pile of matches randomly tied together; and more often than not they have no wooden palettes to walk on either. Adrenaline much. Injuries probably more.
The rest of the photos are more in the happy field, though.
Your typical bird rest.
One very focused baby – what was dad whispering to her, I wonder?
Treasure this. A very rare catch. Me, and just some days to 30. Old as well now.
Doubravka grows up way too fast, I say. Really. She does. Just look.
The last one depicts rather nicely autumn weather in Kuwait. Heat, and sandstorms. Now we’re at the “almost winter” stage, where it still can get up to 30 degrees during the day, but can go as low as 8 in the night. We blew some serious money on this year’s winter wardrobe for kids there at Marina. Seruiously; why does a sweater for 6 months old baby cost the same as mine?! You can’t tell me it is the same amount of material. I am not the 6 months old to believe so.
… after the minor dust-storm yesterday, seeing the sun was – for a change – rather a nice thing.
Some snaps on the way to his nursery during a beautiful sunrise (only 23 degrees Celsius in shade at that time! I’ve been waiting for this weather for months!).
Abbas seems to enjoy walking in the small patch of desert left within the neighbourhood, pretending to be sinking in the deeper, soft sandy areas. He can be pretty funny at times. When he wants.
And no. This isn’t our house.
I am sorry, my country. Your news are no news at all.
Disregard the fact that the article linked (further down) is half a year old in the world beyond the Czech border (and from my side appears to be either removed or banned now, but it had enough hours to spill its poison over the czech blogosphere and fed the minds who eat all the news given to them by these so called serious portals, press and TV without a shred of doubt).
The fact that a news portal took and let in the air an article severely damaging the image of certain group of people without actually verifying the stated is true, is simply appalling, and completely lazy, amateurish and unprofessional.
The person in question took an article from a portal MadWorld.com, most likely (since the Czech translation matches the English version); which itself took the “news” from Pakistan Today, where it still exists in peace and original state – as a satirical column.
How did a satirical piece of work in one country (pointing out silliness of its own organisation within the state) ended up as serious news in another half a year later?
Well, that’s surely a question to be answered.
And a small note to all people in Czech who argument against Islam and Muslims with the sentence “I read it in the press, I saw it in the TV,” – here you go! Don’t believe a thread of it; they do lie to you.
Update: It appears that 20 minutes after I went bonkers on the article source at the screenshotted Facebook page, someone took the piece down and edited the perex to reflect the fact it came from a satirical column. The edited article has a longer title and link as well.
I am glad it is fixed now, however that kind of mistake shouldn’t be allowed into the world in the first place.
It took me 2 minutes of googling that said topic to find the original column, and Ms. Tereza Marková, EuroZprávy.cz, should be more than ashamed.
And believe me, this is not a single time occurrence. I’ve seen that kind of “work” in Czech press and TV repeatedly.
All three kids in the same picture, looking in the same direction, and not moving for that half a second it took to snap it. Picture! Done! Rare! (I think only a person with three kids – or more for that matter – knows how nearing impossible is to make a spontaneous photo of all of the offspring together without any of them crying, beating up someone else, or fighting over a toy, making the picture totally unusable, blurry, or generally unrepresentative.)
True, Maryam looks slightly disgusted, but hey. Three! In one picture!
Usual mischief and destruction, otherwise. (Three!)
Crocheting (along with some uncomplicated knitting, WoW and Sims) is my go to option when trying to relax a bit. It is not easy sometimes, as there are three kids trying their best not to let me do anything which doesn’t include them, but small projects work fine. Granny squares are great for that; or slow Ironman challenge in the games.
Sometimes I tend to crochet while playing; or watching movies. Sitting at the TV alone these days, with my husband enjoying himself in Europe while I grow slowly insane from my own children (did you ever try to wean a stubborn, hysterical two and a half year old with an Arabian temperament and Czech thick-headiness off a bottle without his cooperation? Grand recipe for a migraine induced by rather inhumane screams.).
I have a lot of squares in making, and than to be stitched together, into a hopefully a little handsome project, an easy pattern to memorize and rather quick to whip up.
Lets see if I can finish it before my getaway spouse comes home. Or if I’ll use my 2mm steel hook to commit a murder.