Breakfast fit for… A really pathetic, unloved, King. 

There are some things which we realise that, *maybe*, we bang on about quite a lot.  The state of our hair (frizzy, unkempt, disgraceful);  the non-stop sweating (sweaty, sticky, unpleasant);  the less-than Californian produce.  Generally, we are at peace with the latter – WE LIVE ON THE EQUATOR!  EVERYTHING HAS TO BE IMPORTED! – but sometimes, especially if we have carried ourselves and our dreadful hair across fourteen, sweat-filled miles, we have a bit of a weep.  Because in a perfect world, breakfast would be our friend.  Not something which we suspect is plotting our downfall…

Thanksgiving Shmanksgiving…

Its Thanksgiving! Woohoo! Everybody loves Thanksgiving – don’t they? Well, no. It’s not a “you’re either with us, or against us” sort of thing, simply that the rest of the world is blithely unaware of  (and, let’s face it, couldn’t really care less about) its existence.  But luckily, there are some holidays which everybody DOES love.  So this 3rd Thursday of November, let us give thanks to the Irish, and their grand gift to the world: black beer and all-day drinking… 



Art Supplies: Making Do (or, Why Pinterest Should Not Be Viewed in Asia)

There are a few things we wish we never had to see online again.  On this list: pictures of people frolicking in fall leaves / snow, recipes for stews of any kind, and remedies for dry skin. Topping the list, though: fun craft ideas from Smug Suzy the Happy Homemaker in Nebraska. Because none of that mason-jar-colored-feathers-gingham-ribbon crap is gonna happen here. It’s just not.  So we make do with what we have…


Trump Wins. We Lose. 

For some in Expatlandia, today sort of felt like sitting on the sidewalk watching a house burn to the ground. All the the whole while thinking, “But that doesn’t look like my house. How could that be my house? Surely we have a fire extinguisher somewhere? Is that REALLY my house?” For others, it felt like we were on the sidewalk with our neighbours, while their house burnt to the ground.  We wish we could say “Well, luckily no one got hurt” – but we’re not quite sure that that’s the case.  Sigh.  Where are the fire-fighters when you need them? 


Expat Glamour

We admit that most expats here – us included – have quite nice lives.  We have sunshine and access to swimming pools, weekends spent on beaches and holidays spent on tropical islands.  (Also, let’s not forget about our live-in help.)  Sometimes tho – ok,  ALMOST ALL THE TIME – real life butts in, and kicks us in the ass.  But are we allowed to complain about it?  Hell no.  Because, you know, sunshine and maids and tropical islands, etc…