On Cloud 9!

When the fear mongers and the TVstations, papers and magazines go overboard on reports of Global Warming, melting ice caps, pollution, natural disasters and other devastating bad news; it is nice to be reminded that Earth and her surrounding atmosphere still is a beautiful and peaceful place.

Coming in for a landing recently on my trip to Johannesburg, I was mesmerized by the giant thunderheads we flew through.

Enjoy!

No pain, no gain...sacrifice the body!

Why are fitness instructors always called real cutesy names like Denise, Amber, Belinda and other “I absolutely hate you for making me hurt and sweat, but I can’t stay mad at you because you are called blah blah blah” - names??
We just joined the local health club and I’m already well indoctrinated into Body Pump, Body Balance (Yoga/Pilates), RPM (spinning) and Circuit Training (pure hell) classes. Wonder what compels me to try to squat with a 25 kg bar, while the Black Eyed Peas belt out “Tonight’s gonna be a good night”? I totally blame Fiona, previously my running buddy, now my self-appointed "personal trainer", who conspicuously neglected to tell me she had me join all the ADVANCED classes. Aric is doing muscle “guy stuff” with her husband, Angus, our Cisco colleague, while I do the “girlie classes” with Fiona (butt and abs work, ouch!)

They trick you! Having the Body Balance class outside on the grass, in the warm sun, fools you into thinking that it will be a picnic. Well let me tell you – when you try to do the three-legged dog, lifting one leg into the scorpion, easing down into the fish (which is nothing more than a slow push-up) falling into a belly flop and then 'rolling' up into the sun warrior – it feels more like a serious session of Twister! Once I unfold from my pretzel like state, I do feel relaxed, admittedly, but it’s the agonizing journey of getting to that stage, when your body feels like it’s in a vice! Nothing Chi about that!!

Even Slim is on a strict exercise regime. He runs every morning with Aric. They do 3km around the Lakes community and our neighborhood and he keeps up while greeting several other dogs along the way.

The only person in the family, who doesn’t exercise regularly, is Hunter. His thumbs get plenty of action while on PS3 video games; then again, he is so skinny we struggle to convince him why he should go and sweat it out in a gym.

Bottom line is that we are very heart conscious now and it seems to have an overall positive affect on the family dynamics. I highly recommend it!

Burj Dubai aka Burj Khalifa aka extremely tall building

I felt like Meg Ryan in the movie French Kiss; where she chases her fiancée to Paris and just keeps missing seeing the Eiffel Tower and its flashing light show.
We had a perfect spot to see the planned firework show at Burj Dubai. Sitting on the hood of the car in a parking lot about half a mile from the tower, I was pretty excited. This was spontaneous so to get a spot this close was a big score. Of course Aric then got the idea that we could actually get closer if we went around Dubai Mall, into the area of the plaza lake. The rockets shot off while we were dashing through traffic, around the mall and into the heavily populated area of people with cameras. Just as we were behind the highest wall of the mall, the grand finale started. Talk about being in the wrong spot at the right time! We missed the entire fireworks show!! We also missed the moment when Sheikh Mohammed unveiled the new name. Gritting his teeth while announcing that the world’s tallest building had now changed name to Burj Khalifa, he mumbled the last few words and dashed off the stage. Some people are SO sensitive!! Who cares what it’s called. It will always be known as Burj Dubai, just like Sears Tower will be Sears Tower, even though Bruce Willis bought it and renamed it to Willis Tower (or was it another Willis??)! I guess when you pay $10 billion to bail out debt on a building; you ought to have your name attached to it.

Oh well, it was an exciting night and I got an ice cream out of it. Typically, I left my camera at home – and Aric just gave me a new fancy digital one for Christmas – so I have no prize winning images of the 8th wonder of the World.

We haven’t been up in the tower yet. I’m not in a hurry to take an elevator that goes up 100 meters per second. I’d like to stay 5’7” for a while until osteoporosis takes it toll on my bones naturally. Aric and I have been invited to “test drive” yet another hotel. This time the Armani Hotel, slated to open March 28. It will take up a few floors around the 35th level, so I am excited about seeing the designer suite. We know the architect who worked on the interior design and his wife, who is a VIP hostess manager, welcoming celebs and catering to their every whim. Only fitting that Aric and I – as expat VIPs – give it a go to provide Giorgio with some needed feedback!

Ooops, he did it again!!

I'm checking Slim into rehab. The little lush got drunk and threw up again, New Years eve! Two teenagers at 16 and 17 and the one who gives us the most trouble is our puppy! But I digress....

Christmas was very nice and enjoyable, albeit quiet, partly due to Aric's heart attack and partly because of our move. We were graced with Mutti, Pia's mom, who stayed for a month and helped us pack and organize the move from the Penthouse to the house in The Lakes community. Downsizing yet again, we sold several pieces of furniture and curtains. It feels good to "purge" once in a while. Our friends Lorraine and Peter Maartensson came for dinner Christmas eve and we were spoiled with a Scandinavian taste of heering, ice cold Absolut shots (in absence of Akvavit Snaps), liver pate, smoked and gravad laks (salmon) in addition to grilled shrimps and tuna steaks. I know Mutti was disappointed that we didn't cook a duck, but honestly, with the heart patient present, we opted out of greasy transfats.

Hunter got electronics for Christmas. A new iTouch which he sleeps with every night, and a personal Stereo, which we all enjoy, as the volume usually exceed approved government DB levels. Since Aidan is embarking on worldly travels after his graduation, we thought he might be ready for his own personal credit card. Can y'all remember when we qualified for our own first "gold" mastercard? Dashing out to the mall to buy useless stuff only to realize the interest 25 days later. So Aric and I gave Aidan his first economics 101 lesson and we must have scared him because he was speechless after realizing the sheer responsibility. It took him 4 days and 17 pages of paper of practicing his signature before he put his John Hancock on the back of the card. I doubt we will see that card out of his wallet for the next 6 months.

It was a golf Christmas for Aric...as part of his recovery and rehab....and he was doused with lessons, shirts, balls etc. I scored a new putter! Eager to try everything out, we played a Par 3 with The Maartenssons on Boxing Day. For once, there was no water around this course, so I avoided losing precious balls; normally I can aim 180 degrees away from the water and somehow my ball has a sonar that directs it right into the deep! However, there was plenty of sand pits and I played most of the course with the sand wedge rather than my irons! Did nothing to improve my handicap!!

On New Years eve we headed to Jumeirah Islands where Angus and Fiona hosted 40-50 people for a great bash. Finally an opportunity to dress up in fancy clothes and party with the rest of the Cisco wives! It was 2.30am when we made it to our home only to find Slim gone. Aidan had several friends over for a pre-party, but they insisted and swore they locked all doors before leaving at 11pm. Overcome with emotion (most likely intensified by several glasses of champagne), I walked around the neighborhood calling for my baby....sobbing like an idiot and seeing images of Slim being torn to pieces by pitbulls in illegal dog fighting, deep in Dubai's dark secret gambling underworld! My heart was bleeding and in my despair (or drunken stupor?), I neglected to see a missed call on my mobile earlier, from a neighbor four homes away, who had seen Slim and taken him in. When I finally got my whits back, I listened to the voicemail and ran to her house where Slim had just been picked up by Hunter. No sooner had he returned to the house, where he did a U-turn in the living room and proceeded to jump out of the window. So that's how the escape artist got out....sliding the screen open and slipping through the front yard. How he managed to walk on all fours was beyond us, as he had earlier knocked over a beer and drunk it all, plus lapped up several libations at the neighbor's home too. Hunter caught him again and brought him back where he (Slim) proceeded to throw up all over the kitchen floor.

He is now in the dog house and on the wagon!! If he blows his probation we will need to send him to the Betty Ford Center!