Time to nest

So, nesting syndrome is here. I should have known when I started spending precious toddler nap-time tidying the CD shelf. The penny should have dropped when I started waking up at night and obsessing over getting excited about clearing out the bathroom cupboard.

But today I reached new levels of nestiness when I started doing this:

Hoovering outside

Hoovering outside

Rest assured, Mom and Dad, your house is in good (if slightly crazy) hands.

Pregnancy Hair versus Pregnancy Crazy*

Pregnancy Hair versus Pregnancy Crazy*


* I found this image on a different blog, but traced it back to www.nataliedee.com as probable source (edit not mine)


PS: on another topic, we asked the Magic Eight Ball if we should move to Toulouse…


As the crew flew

Funny that Mom posted that image today, because I’ve been meaning to write an explanation of the blog title. I’m visiting my friends Tosha and Adam and baby Cos so it will be short n sweet.

Here’s the list of title ideas we had:

Banter Craic
A World Awhirl with Wels
Take An Aspirin
9:30 At The Latest
A Nowt of Love
As The Crew Flew
Wild Tales of Jacques Chirac

They are all inside jokettes, of course. Banter craic is what you would get if you Google translated French into English and then back again a few times – add some fine humour and you’ve got it – it’s the special language we speak when we’re together, invented by Joe and Calum. “Take an aspirin” is what Mom would say if there was anything wrong with us, from a headache to a heartache, a twisted ankle or a bout of the ‘flu. “9:30 at the latest” is Dad‘s catch phrase – every night he’d aim to be in bed by 9:30 but would never ever make it. Hannah is the one who coined the classic A Nowt of Love, misunderstanding the lyrics “falling in and out of love” as a child and asking Mom, “What’s a nowt? because this woman’s always falling in a nowt of love”. As The Crew Flew is Joe: when he was 8 or thereabouts, he was trying to describe the distance from point A to point B as the crow flies, but kept getting the vowels and the syllabubbles all wrong. As for Calum, he had an imaginary friend when he was little, and that friend was Jacques Chirac. Jacques Chirac got up to all sorts of fantastic adventures and he had an opinion about everything.

So that explains things for you. We decided on As The Crew Flew by democratic vote (we’re a communist family by modus operandi if not by conviction – the possibility of dictatorship by unnamed members is always present, but democracy is the official system – more about communist pizza at a later date).

Here’s a picture of my super duper friend Tosha and me, taken today:

Tosh and Meg at a weird angle

Tosh and Meg at a weird angle

Sh*t expats in Morocco say

You know the Youtube videos called “Sh*t uni students say”, “Sh*t girlfriends say”, “Sh*t Italian moms say”? We didn’t make a video but here’s the list we compiled of random stuff you might hear from the lips of expats in Morocco. Originally posted in our Facebook group, English Speaking Gangsta Hot Mammas of Rabat and its Environs, I thought it was too good to be left lost and unread in cyberspace. My thanks goes out to contributors Sara, Feriba, Jessica, Becky and Asal.

Disclaimer #1: these are all very much tongue in cheek, a self-parody to be read with humour. Maybe it’s a “had to be there” kind of story, but if you’ve ever lived abroad you can probably relate to some of these! And if not, these give a (cynical) insight on the funnier sides of life as an expat in Morocco.
Disclaimer #2: sorry about the bad language. It’s the Gangsta Mammas’ fault.

Shit expats in Morocco say:
“Where can I get brownie mix?”
“Where can I get tampons?”
“Where can I get cranberry juice for my UTI?”
“Ever since we got the Morocco Mall, living in Casa is just like living in Dubai.”
“I still haven’t seen any camels.”
“After trying many different kinds of margarine, I’m still wondering: is there any butter in Morocco that tastes a bit like ‘our European’ butter?”
“I am SHOCKED by the cows on the roadside. Someone should report it.”
“Costa is coming to Morocco!!!!!!”
“Ikea is coming to Morocco!!!!!!”
“M&S is coming to Morocco!!!!!!”
“I can’t believe how people drive here.”
“How can I use a fake IP to stream NBC?”
“Do the kids have school next week?”
“Sorry I can’t make it to lunch today. The kids’ school is closed apparently.”
“Is tomorrow a bank holiday or is it Tuesday? When do we find out?”
“Oh have you tried the salad at Piccolos? It’s amazing…”
“Don’t try the salad at Piccolos. It’s horrible now.”
“You should go, it’s great. They serve wine there.”
“I heard there’s a clinic where the nurses don’t take bakshish.”
“When your friend comes to visit you, can they bring me some chocolate chips and coconut oil?”
“Could ask your cousin to bring me a pregnancy’s worth of folic acid and a large tub of Sudocrem please?”
“is this organic? Orrrrganicccc?! Whats organic in Arabic?”
“And then that asshole tried to cut me in line.”
“Do you know where I could find kale?”
“Is there ANY bacon in this country?”
“I got in a fight today in Marjane.”
“I got in a fight today at the gas station.”
“I got in a fight today at Labelvie.”
“I got in a fight last week at the mall.”
“Oh, you don’t know about the ‘pork lady’? You have to go to her, she makes living here more bearable.”
“I have to make a wine run to Spain before Ramadan!!! I only have three days before? ***MUST NOT PANIC***!!!!”
“I’ll just boil the kettle for some tea.” “WAIT! I have to unplug all the radiators first.”
“I’ll just make some toast.” “WAIT! I have to turn the washing machine off first.”
“Shit! There’s no toilet paper… Shit shit! I don’t have any in my purse either. What do I have to use… Receipt? No, too rough… Oh well, what article of clothing can I get away with losing?… Sock it is!”
“You can make it yourself!! If you can’t you’re obviously not up for this lifestyle and should move back to the States.” (trail mix, good pizza, dunkin’ donuts, brownies, maple syrup, corn syrup, golden syrup, moby wraps, tampons, canned pumpkin pie mix, puff pastry, pie crusts)
“Oh, wait, you don’t have access to the Embassy store? I’ll get you whatever you want, just let me know!” (*never see this person again, ever*)