Return From my Hiatus

Hiatus

hi-a-tus [hahy-ey-tuhs]

–noun, plural -tus-es, -tus.

1. a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc.
2. a missing part; gap or lacuna: Scholars attempted to account for the hiatus in the medieval manuscript.
3. any gap or opening.
4. Grammar, Prosody. the coming together, with or without break or slight pause, and without contraction, of two vowels in successive words or syllables, as in see easily.
5. Anatomy. a natural fissure, cleft, or foramen in a bone or other structure.
6. a Belgian crustcore band
7. A euphemism for unemployment

I know, it has been a VERY long time since I wrote anything meaningful here and I apologize. Rest assured that all is well and I was NOT abducted by aliens.

Unfortunately today is not the day that I will catch up on all the latest BUT next week I have 3 days off work for the second Eid and I PROMISE (cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye) I will catch up on everything that's been happening ... and there's a lot to report.

My Mom visited Dubai.

My Sweetie visited Dubai.

My Sweetie and I went to Jordan for 6 days.

I had a birthday ... hey, 40 is the new 20 ... at least that's what I'm telling myself!

I went to Canada.

I went to court for my Dumb-ass ex-boyfriend's charges.

I saw my family and friends.

I came back to Dubai.

The economy crashed and burned (hoping I am not about to use "hiatus" as per definition #7 above!)

Today's post is partly to test out my new toy. I bought a video camera before our trip to Jordan and have finally figgered out how to get the data off the camera and into some sort of usable format and onto blogger. Here's a trailer ... a short clip from our day at Petra:




Update: Grrrrr! It took two and half hours to upload this 34 second clip and seems there is no sound ... grrrr! There must be an easier way.

The gist of the video is this: we had very limited time at Petra; Sweetie decided a horse ride to the top would save some time. While I was trying to negotiate a less ridiculous price, Sweetie (bless his heart) forked over the cash.

Sweetie was given a lovely Bay mare which followed the guide leading it with calm, relaxed complacency. But I swear those scoundrels decided to get back at me by giving me the crankiest, most discontented creature they had! After groaning, grunting, fussing and complaining all they way up the mountain (and the horse was not very happy either!), the guide dumped us off seemingly in the middle of no-where and high-tailed it back down the mountain with horses in tow (presumably to gouge the next batch of unsuspecting tourists). I noticed that even the guide wasn't riding the horse that he gave to me ... @$$hole!

This clip is the beginning of the ride when I started to see that my horse was not going to be very cooperative. If there was sound, you would hear the panic setting in.