Tag: Czech

I Can’t Believe it’s Winter Time

So here we are, in the first Advent week, outside are mere 15 degrees, still sunny and the occasional rain was probably just the last week’s news. As for now, it actually can still get pretty hot over the day.
I’ve finally (!) managed to fix my SD card reader, who would think that after a year of not working I would have this brilliant idea (which, as I found out later on on Google, is pretty non-brilliant and kind of *duuuh*), and I uninstalled all generic USB drivers on my PC and let it re-install with a restart. Bam, I’ve got myself a working SD card reader. I just wish I would figure that out a year ago, so I wouldn’t be doing this clunky card-to-notebook-to-hardrive-to-PC thing… Oh well, at least I know it now, let’s stay positive! And some pictures to prove it.



I’m getting pretty fat by now which I’d say should be positive, as far as it’s not only the fluff supplies growing but also everything under them, in the order as it should and it is required. My next doc appt. is in two weeks and I am already getting paranoid if everything’s ok.
But, inshallah, it is.



I am soo hormonal nowadays. Hubby recently bought a roll from Cinnabon as a good-husband-gesture and I almost cried. Not over the gesture, but because cinnamon rolls make my stomach go awry already for few weeks, so I was torn apart between eating it and running to the bathroom and not eating it and making my husband disappointed and sad – which is what brought me to tears. The imagination of a sad husband and his good will gesture going to waste. So I pinched a little on it and than stopped with an excuse on a really full stomach. It was true after all and no lie, as the sweets arrived right after a pretty big lunch. *Phew*. Actually, writing about it makes me wanna cry too.
I’m also all tears over being far from snow, winter, miserable weather, and all these Christmas lights and awful design ideas of trees and decorations, and the smell of gingerbread and long nights and the smell of Christmas days I remember from home – a pine, an orange, some gingerbread and lots of colourful lights instead of a night lamp. Good for eyes while reading!
I was thinking about making some carton decoration for our desert home here, so my kid has fun when doing it and it’s better than TV, and our housekeeper is a Christian – so to make her a little happy and feel more friendly in this land of sand a mosques.
Will see, it’s still a lot of time after all. I am, however, definitely going to try to bake some of the traditional Czech stuff.
Oh oh and not to forget with my baby brain – my dear husband gave me a birthday present in advance again and paid for my site hosting as well as Flickr Pro account, so I can continue writing about nonsense and upload pictures nobody wants to see. Yay me! Thank you, Abu.

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Tripping

Yay! Finally we’ve managed to get the tickets for our trip back booked and inshallah by tomorrow at this hour I’ll be boarding a Emirati plane to Kuwait at Dubai airport.
emarati airlines
The same flight as always, long and exhausting trip counting over 12 hours and even more, but after soooo long I will be able to hug my husband again. I really dislike the idea of having to sit on the mid row with two other poeple, especially on the longer flight, but at least we’re moving now. Let’s hope it won’t be anyone un-behaved, stinky or drunk, as it happens so often.
Wish us the best, please, and a safe trip.
See y’all in Kuwait!

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Strip-a-dumb-dumb

Oh my peoples! (Of the land of Czech, for this article.) So you strip for free stuff – and you’re telling me with the same mouth that prostitutes are bad when selling their bodies – and you’re better than them?
Every time someone will point at me and smirk at my scarf and long sleeves, I will think of this happening in Prague. It doesn’t – by any mean – make me any better than anyone else, but at least I don’t sell myself like that.
How far did our society reach that people who don’t starve or suffer hardship would strip – in the middle of a city in front of thousands of other people – for a piece of fabric? For free? Even old ladies?!
Why is this deemed as the greatest freedom of a woman? Or a man? Well thank you, I’ll stick with my puritanic dress code rather than jumping around in my petticoats on the street offering every unlucky passer-by a look upon my exposed body… and let alone cameras and mobiles – for a friggin shirt!
But please, enjoy your tops and pants and skirts – you’ve earned them the oldest way known to humanity! :)
(Message from me: Shame on you, doxies!)

VIDEO HERE

PS.: I don’t usually comment on political, religious or society issues on my blog, but some things are just way too disturbing for me not to put them here. I get judged and looked down upon for wearing hijab, but if I walked into a designer store in underwear, than it would be all right? Well, news flash, folks – this is not new, old Greeks’ve already done that. And how did they end.
Source

Well, what are you worth?

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Chicken from the Box named Chickenpox

A week flew by, we didn’t do much so far, except informative stuff and some visits to doctors. That includes yesterday’s visit of ER after kiddo got fevers and weird blister no her neck; which resulted in knowing nothing for the rest of the day (the doc said he can’t say anything yet) and today’s quite sure option of chickenpox, as the one weird blister cloned geometrically into dozens and dozens and they’re still coming in bunches like immigrants to a new promised land. So tomorrow’s another doctor, now for powder to cover the spots and hope for Dori not to scratch them bloody. She got – most likely – infected in her build-from-a-box school the last days she was there.


To the highest mountain, Boots!

My old childhood game “Big noses”, made from maple seeds.

View from the “highest mountain” above the town

Castle garden in town

Randomly quack!

We managed to get out quite nice though and Dori seems to enjoy the nature rather a lot, even gave up on screaming on every bug and fly and spider she sees. She landed heads first in a park and obtained a roughly scratched elbow with a lot of cry, but now carries it as a trophy of her adventures. (I’m small Dora, you’re big Boots.) I’m quite positive she will miss that outing back in Kuwait, although she started to miss her daddy here as well, and is now torn apart between these two options.

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Report from the Czech Front (Yes, we’re back!)

Well; we arrived at Czech on Friday evening after an exhausting trip, but alhamdulilah safe and sound. It’s summer in Czech so the temperature is around Kuwaiti winter or (that very short) spring, quite bearable even though there is no AC here. Dori’s enjoying her green trips now all around the little town, into the forest, watching leaves and trees and river; we caught some ducks as well as – to my very surprise – an otter in the pond here. Definitely some different stuff unlike in Kuwait. No more sand in places before unknown, few dried up bushes, thirst-suffering palm trees and some kind of durable broad-leaved tree which won’t give up even in the insane heats. We’ve got trees, rivers, meadows, animals, flies, bees, bugs, mosquitoes, ticks and other fun things in here.


Dandelion fun!

Worried otter

Virgin Maria praying for safety among building materials on the lower floor of our house. (Look at her, hijabi, they get everywhere these Muslim punks!)

So far I’ve just run few enquiries about my business here, half of which i know now, and other half yet to be asked and perhaps even solved. If that goes well I’ll have to run the stamping marathon again, now for two papers, but inshallah at that point it won’t be such a problem anymore. At least I know where to go and what to bring now, since it won’t be my first time, right… Like 50CZK stamp for Ministry of foreign affairs, which I didn’t know I should have, and had to run around the Prague Castle Court to find a post office which would be selling such a thing. I did, but I bet I’ve sweated down at least a kilo of my body weight.

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So, You Want a Stamp?

Just a short update from my necessary visit of my homeland – I need a simple stamp, on a simple document; as stated in previous entries, I need a stamp from Kuwait Embassy in Czech, on a birth certificate for my daughter, so they may (and also may not) decide to grant her the permit to stay in the country.
So, yes, basically I need one damn stamp. Simple task, right?
Not.


For that stamp, I have to have a stamp, for which I need a stamp, for which I got a stamp, after I announced the intention to get a stamp.
All of the above happens in different towns and cities, of course; with closest being my place of current residency, other 20km away, another 50km, and two others 120km from here, both last in same town but not same place and lets be honest – Prague certainly is a big city already, at least when it comes to having a short period of time and a lot of bureaucracy obstacles to overcome. I use public transportation and as such I’m rather tied up in terms of travel time.
I’m in step three of five, with uncertainty about the success of this one, as the offices don’t really work on Tuesdays and Thursdays and lets don’t bullshit ourselves, who works on Friday. I’m running out of time although I didn’t slack at all; and it doesn’t make me happy.
Something is seriously wrong in this country; just tell me, what?

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