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Finding a Warm Memory
I don’t get people who throw parties with the theme of “Christmas in July”. Don’t get me wrong – I love Christmas. I love parties. But seriously? What I don’t like is cold weather. I don’t like it at all, (and don’t give me that crap that I grew up in Chicago, so I should be used to it) and I sure as heck don’t want to be reminded of it when I’m (finally) warm, wearing short sleeves and have sandals on my feets. Basically, I’m one of those people who are cold ALL THE TIME. So here I am, huddled next to the puppy, under an afghan, teeth chattering…
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(Almost) Wordless Wednesday – Rag Doll Dance
Rag Doll Dance from Jenn Belden on Vimeo.
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Hello, scale
Yesterday, I rejoined Weight Watchers. Its been about a year and a half since I’ve been to a meeting – I couldn’t seem to find a meeting time here that I could actually make it to on a regular basis – and, well, I thought I could do it on my own. The reality: I’m not doing so well on my own here. When we first moved here, I met the lovely sausage roll, and it proved to be my undoing (of all the weight I had lost pre-move). When I saw the fat/calorie content (and nearly had a coronary), I was able to back away from the sausage rolls.…
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Monday Mishmash
Monday snuck up on me again like the school bully with a snowball…all of a sudden, its in my face, and I’m left wondering “where the hell did it come from?” Anywho. As I’m fighting a 3-day headache, I’m giving up on my attempts at a coherent post and just giving you a mishmash of stuff that’s going on here and in my head: I’m loving www.bluntcard.com. You’ve got to love any card that contains the phrase “Holy shit balls!” We FINALLY went out and bought a Christmas tree. This year’s is a little Charlie Brown-ish (we didn’t bother tying it to the top of my car, we just shoved…
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Rocket dog
There is one distinct benefit my puppy enjoys here that she would not enjoy back in the States: off-lead (that’s a leash to my US peeps) walking. Or, should I say – off-lead running. She loves to go for a walk through the fields, but all this recent snow? It makes her crazy. She loves it. She runs, snow flying, ears flapping, eyes googly, tongue hanging out. She bites at the snow, rolls in it, then flies across the fields again. I give her a yell, and she circles back to me. It helps that I generally have a pocket full of cheese or hot dogs. Her training is coming…
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Fill In The Blank Friday – Musings
TGIF! That can only mean one thing – It’s Fill in the Blank Friday! {photo by Erin Nicole Photography via weheartit} 1. I wish I could just lose this last two stone! (Two stone sounds a lot easier to accomplish than about 28 pounds.) I’ve been struggling with my weight since I had Pea – I lost most of it on Weight Watchers, and then I gained it back slowly. I finally found a meeting time for Weight Watchers here that I can make it to (most are in the evening and do involve a drive out of town) . Unfortunately, when I went to join this week – it was…
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Excruciating.
This morning, I found my daughter at the breakfast table, talking to her spoon. Her SPOON. Excruciating. This is the word that best describes trying to get my darling, lovely, imaginative daughter out the door in the morning. Don’t get me wrong. I love her imagination, her creativity, her penchant for singing to herself in her off-key voice. I would also LOVE to see her eat her breakfast in LESS than 45 minutes. She is a dreamer. She eats, she might chat a bit, she dallies. I leave the table to rinse my dishes so that she can focus on her cereal. I turn around, and she is lost in…
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Wordless Wednesday – Cold Winter Morning
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It’s cold.
It’s cold outside. It’s cold inside. When I started my car yesterday, I discovered the glass was completely frosted over on the inside. I distinctly remember my husband enticing me with this move because, as he put it “The average temperature in winter is 40”. I guess I missed out on the “average” bit of that statement; it should follow that we will have some pretty damn warm days here in late winter, if that average is going to hold out. For my American friends, where I am living experienced its earliest snow in 17 years. Last year we saw the most snow they’ve seen in 30 years. How bad…
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Being British
On the playground recently (not today, today it looked like the Arctic tundra out there), in discussing who actually had the coldest house, one of the mums looked at me and said: “Part of being British is being generally uncomfortable.” I can understand this. Electricity is far more expensive here than at home, so it pains me to turn on the heat during the day. It pains me to run the little space heater, too. I find myself yelling “Close the door, do you live in a barn?” – or something about not wanting to heat the outdoors – when the kids leave the back door open. Our house, lovely…