neurotic Iraqi wife

I shouldnt really make it a habbit to post from work, but 1-Im done for the day, and 2 when I do go to my room I tend to get lazy and end up taking a shower, then tucking myself into bed with my novel. So anyways, before I start writing about what I wanna write, I have a few comments about my previous post. Infact its not a comment, its an answer to someones question from the comments section. Question was do I support withdrawal of the forces. Answer N.......O......NO. I do not support that action what so ever. There is civil war here, but with the presence of the troops, its making things lets say abit less barbaric than it is. And thats not only what Im saying. Thats what every single person I asked answered. People who have strong opinions about the Americans, but when I asked whether the best solution to all this mayhem is them leaving, they said, No, if they leave now, forget Iraq being a jungle like it is now, Iraq will become one morgue storage. Iranians will take advantage and will storm the South. Who will stop them??? The so called JIhadists will win the battle of Baghdad and the Center...And ofcourse Mosul and Kirkuk and the rest will be taken over by the Kurds. So say farewell to Iraq!!!And besides, I believe that the US should find a solution to what they have served as a catalyst to, (the viruses of terror and the useless government) before they leave. End of Subject.

Another thing I want to bring to your attention is a post written by a fellow Iraqi blogger, Konfused Kid, with a K, related to the Lancet study and Iraq The Model's post. I thank Kid for the great effort he has put to compile many Iraqi bloggers' opinion on the subject. Thanks KK.

Now on to other stories. As I was sitting in the courtyard, doing what I love most, poisoning my lungs, I overheard a conversation by some Iraqi guys who work in another sector. And yes I know I should also stop making "overhearing conversations" a habbit. (As Im writing this post, there is this annoying sound ever, aircraft hovering over us, it just gets to me, a continious droning sound, exactly like Chinese torture). ANyhow, as I was saying, so as I was sitting there, I "overheard" these guys' conversation, and guess what they were talkin about??? No, wrong....No, Not the daily death count, nor the daily kidnapping roll, nor the suicide bombings or mortars for that day. THESE GUYS WERE TALKIN ABOUT WOMEN!!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Something normal. A sign of life. A sign of normalcy in this abnormal environment. The minute I realised that, I decided to smoke another cigarrette, in addition to the 2 I have already enhaled to its death. I just wanted an excuse to listen to this interesting conversation. I just couldnt believe it. Finally, finally life does go on. I know its lame, I know its silly, but it just made my heart flutter, and put a wide smile on my face. Anyone looking at me, woulda thought I went crazy.

Well, with all whats happening around them, they can still laugh, joke and be "normal". Normal, like you and me. Normal like any other person living in this world, in this universe. It may be all gloom and doom around here, but for a few minutes, just a few, these guys were having a good time.

As for MY personal life, well what can I say. Eversince I got here, the minute evryone saw me, they naturally asked about HUBBY. When I told them he is back too but with another company, their next normal question was "Oh so where do you guys, umm..." Where do we guys what I ask..."Where do you guys you know..." Hmm, you mean where do we guys "sleep"??? They blush and stutter then murmur a yes...Well I answer, I sleep here, he sleeps there. "OMG, how do you do it" I just wave my hand and say, "hey, he left a whole year before, so whats new?".

So yeah, HUBBY and I only meet for one hour daily, and thats usually for dinner. Theres not much choice here, the only decent place is a restaurant called the Blue Star. Its frequently visited by expats, the only place where you dont feel you are in a war zone. It has a seating outside, like a small garden with plastic tables and chairs. The waiters, iraqi, are all friendly and the food is 100 times better than the dfac. I dont feel awkward in the Blue Star, as it has many female clients as well. As for the other local place we went to twice, where I accidentally overheard the massacre of the mother and her son, is a typical Iraqi cafe, filled with men only. They serve grilled liver (mi3lag), one of my favourate Iraqi dishes. But I think I caught a tummy bug from that place because of the vegetables. I was warned to take with me bottled water to wash the vegetables, but I just ignored that vital piece of advice, thinking that Im superwoman. And I do love eating Iraqi produce, it just has a different flavour, so natural, so organic. But umm, needless to say, Ive been spending most of the time in the "loo". Not a nice feeling I tell you.

I have also been trying to get special permission to let HUBBY in the compound, without having me escorting him everytime. He can come in my room, and, AND, spend the night, (yippppeeeeee) but because of his work, he likes to wake up at 5. Five in the bloody morning!!! I time my alarm at 630. And I do need that extra 90 minutes of sleep, cuz this place just wears you out. We tried it twice. I had to wake up with him so I can escort him outside the gate...Ughhhh!!! By mid afternoon, my eyes get droopy and I just wanna lie down. So, naturally, I suggested to HUBBY that maybe we should do this on Thursdays only cuz Fridays is usually mornings off. Umm, HUBBY didnt take that too well, and started telling me his now famous sentence"have you lost that loving feeling"....I cant win, can I now... Im sure that some new security guards (who dont know Im married, or HUBBY) are now thinking that I must be one of "those girls". I get picked up everynight by usually a different car. Then get driven back after an hour...I laugh it off with HUBBY...

Anyhow, I better get going. This is just a glimpse, a glimpse of my life...My Life as a Semi Single Wife ;-)