RPH: Where Kitties Frolic on Bacon Rainbows

The picture is blurry because I was shaking with excitement.


My birthday is coming...think I might get a set?

Mama Goes to Rehab

I've lived here two years and have had two haircuts. One was by a lovely lady who knew what she was doing...she came to my house on her day off and cut my hair.  Talk about spoiled.  The other haircut I gave myself when the longest layer got all ratty looking, and I just took some scissors after it one morning...

A major reason I have avoided professional salons...

SIDENOTE: In Qatar, a woman gets her haircut in a SALON, and a man in a SALOON.

...is that I am about as far away from hoity toity as one can get.  So I don't feel comfortable in salons where snotty faux socialites silently eyeing each other's latest shoes and handbag.  Mama. don't. play.

But this afternoon, I am getting my hair cut.  And I chose the place based on name alone.  It's 5 minutes from my house, and if all goes well, they'll have a frequent visitor...appointment is in three hours...

If I can't go to Rehab Saloon, then this is the next best thing.

Gracie, the Bishop of Green

Today is "Eco-Picnic" day at Compass International School.  The kids were allowed to wear green, and Hannah insisted that they must MAKE A HAT.  I think it was more like "bring a hat," but one cannot argue with a Bishop.


All clothing is directly from India, brought especially for Hannah.   The skirt actually has a gorgeous layer or sheer red (see scarf) on top, but we have tucked it inside because it was "green" day.  The scarf then, is for added flair.


You can't see it, but the Bishop's hat is decorated in marker.

RPH: Sand Storm

Spring here is marked by sand storms.  The sand is like baby powder, blowing in the wind and then hanging suspended like fog in the stillness.

This was taken outside of Family Food Center and
would have accumulated while the owner was doing the grocery shopping...

RPH: Traffic Sign...Stop. Hammer Time.

RPH: White Stickers...or Not.

 So I went to the grocery today and stopped by the pool toy section.  Here's what I saw...notice the white stickers.  NO WOMEN'S BODIES ALLOWED.

Then I walked 20 feet to the left.  No stickers here.  Only frenchies.  

 Compare and contrast.