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JUST A CANADIAN GIRL LIVING IN THE MIDDLE EAST

Nothing exciting. Just a Canadian girl living and working in the Middle East. Trying to make sense of life while driving, working, living and breathing in the desert air. Trying to convince herself that sand and beige can replace the blue skies, gold/green/red leaves.

Pyramids in the ME ...

CMT April 26, 2013

I've added a new block at the top right-hand corner of this page. It is a link to total self-absorption and belly-button gazing... it will lead you straight to the true, indulgent, peacock Me! But at the same time, if you're sick of Me in the ME, it might lead you to a few far more entertaining and less self-indulgent bloggers ...

Despite the title, this space is not entirely egocentric. If you're dropping in to visit 'me' in the ME (Middle East), please inject a little bit of you!

Oh, and just in case you were wondering ... the nonsense on this site is actually mine, all mine. On the off chance you might feel the need to reproduce any of my ramblings or pictures, kindly do me the honor of at least quoting me appropriately (e.g. link back to this site). Or give me a million dollars. That works too.

Past Me in the ME

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I am here, you are there ... thank you.

6 years ago

It will rock your world ... expat girls saying goodbye

8 years ago

For each and every one of us expat girls, there will be that Judy Blume summer that immortalises our childhood.

Giving in to pressure - how to prepare for the effects of altitude

8 years ago

Though not everyone will be hit as hard or at all by altitude sickness at 1,500-1,800 m, we've had enough visitors become ill at this level tend to support the theory that many will.

In the darkest moments, Laughter ...

8 years ago

You realise that in this moment, this darkest moment, she gave you laughter.

In the brightest moments, Pain

8 years ago

I think you always visit me in the bright moments, Papa; you and Pain. I think that's where I'll always find you: in these brightest moments. So when Pain invites me to dance. I never refuse. The thought of no dance at all, of the absence, is far more painful than the intensity of remembering.

21 Days Smoke Free, Angry and Mean ...

8 years ago

Dear Mr. Trump ... you give me hope for the future

8 years ago

Up until his swearing in, I held on to the hope that Donald Trump would renounce the farce, would man up and would accept the presidency with grace.

He didn't.

But I realised he could give me much to aspire to - as long as my aspiration was to carry on living in the exact opposite way he would.

I wouldn't start again my friend ...

8 years ago

Written on December 31, 2016 .... posted on January 12, 2017. I'd forgotten I'd written this. Apparently even in a drunken stupor I remembered not to drink and post ...

To go, or not to go ... Volunteering in Togo ...

8 years ago

Degenerative Disc Disease ... it's a pain in the neck ...

8 years ago

If like me, you refer to degenerative disc disease as ''DDD'', I'm guessing you're already in agony and Googling your pain is what led you to this post. If that's the case, let me say 2 things: