I did it!

Saturday, March 25, 2006

I did it - I joined the gym today. It's a nice gym and I'm looking forward to going. I also signed up for five one hour sessions with a personal trainer (just to make sure I don't go hurting myself or aggravating my arthritis). Doug came with me and joined as well.
Afterwards, I went and bought some workout wear and I'm really excited because I bought a pair of trousers that are a size six (US)! Size six stretchy no less! WooHoo! They fit good too - not too tight at all. That makes me really happy! Just two more sizes and I'll be what I was when Wayne and I met - although he's threatening to leave me if I lose my ass! What he doesn't understand is that women like me ALWAYS have an ass! I couldn't lose it if I tried. This should be good news for him considering he insists on smacking it EVERY TIME I walk passed him!
We're going out for Thai food tonight. I can't wait. I'm always on a diet and I miss Thai food; it's one of my favorites and I plan on eating enough to make it worth cheating! I think I like food too much to ever be too thin!

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Cabin Fever

Thursday, March 23, 2006


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Val - all is forgiven - thanks for the insight...

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Last night, I watched a show on Val Kilmer that was played on the Biography channel. I begrudgingly taped it last week when I saw it on the TV listings; even though after my Val experience last summer, I vowed to never see him in anything again (but have probably seen Tombstone more than once since so admittedly, it was a half hearted attempt to boycott all things Val). The show was an interview with him (and people he

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My fixation...

Monday, March 20, 2006

I haven

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We're all barking mad!

Thursday, March 16, 2006

One of my favourite shows on television is Scrubs. I think it

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American Expats in the UK blog list

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I have published the first draft of the American Expats in the
UK blog list
. Please click the link to learn more and to see the list so far.

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Another damned cold!!!

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

I've been sick for the last few days with another damned cold! That's an average of one a month since this year began! I started with the flu around the 1st of the year, which had me down and out for nearly 3 weeks. After our trip to Paris, I was sick again for a few days and I spent the last two days in bed again. I tried to function normally yesterday, but I couldn't concentrate on anything and spent a good part of my day and night sleeping on the couch and watching TV. I'm feeling a lot better today. I still have a terrible cold and not much of a voice (which I'm sure Wayne is happy with), but I at least don't feel like sleeping all day.
I had a really good weekend (despite the start of my cold). Friday night we had an excellent dinner with Doug, which went well because we didn't drink too much and were home at a decent hour, so we were in good shape for our company on Saturday. Aniela (my American expat friend who lives a few hours away), her husband Herman and baby, Ruby came over for the day on Saturday. We had a really great time and I'm so sorry we didn't do it months ago because we've been phone friends for nearly a year now, but haven't gotten together before and now they're moving back to the States and we'll be lucky if we get a chance to see each other again. I can't say enough how much I enjoyed their visit.
Sunday, my cold got the best of me and today is the first day that I'm back on my feet. I've been trying to get back into the swing of things, but I'm struggling to even pick my song of the week. Hopefully, my cold medicine will take effect soon and I can start functioning normally again...

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Happy Friday...

Friday, March 10, 2006

I haven't blogged much this week at all. It's been a strange week and I've been busy for a change. Tonight, we're going out to dinner with Doug (waiting for the taxi as I type). We'll probably drink too much and get home quite late. Tomorrow we're having my expat friend, Aniela and her husband over for the day. I'm looking really forward to her visit and I'm sorry we didn't do it months ago, because in a few weeks she'll be moving back to the states and I'll be lucky if we get to see each other again. I spent the day today cleaning and cooking in preparation for their visit. I really enjoy having company and wish we had more friends and Doug would finally find a girlfriend so I can do it more often.
We haven't been out since our anniversary so I'm looking forward to tonight as well. I can't wait for the spring to finally arrive so I can get out and do more. It's been a really long winter.
I think I hear the taxi...
Have a good weekend everyone...

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Lines in the sand

Wednesday, March 8, 2006

I recently used the expression 'Draw a line in the sand' and when I said it, I had a vivid memory of my first love drawing for me in the sand, while we were walking on the beach one night.

It's so strange how some memories can be so strong that they feel like you can almost step right into them and re-live that moment. I can still see the look on his face as he drew the big heart in the sand. We stayed on the beach for a long time that night. I had never seen the beach at night before (not that I can remember anyway) and I was struck by how the moon lit the beach and it's never left me. I wonder if I was by myself that night - if the memory would mean as much or be so vivid. How many memories do we hold on to that take place while we're alone? I'd imagine, not too many.
I wonder why it is that we remember some things, but not others. Why is it that some people stay with us no matter how long it's been, even though they were in our life for such a small fraction of time? Some days I can't remember what I had for dinner the night before, and yet - that night on the beach took place nearly 20 years ago and the memory is still as strong as ever.
My husband has very few memories he holds onto. It's something we've discussed in great length. He can't remember much at all about his childhood or his first girlfriends or details about the love of his life before me, even though they were still sharing a home not 4 years ago. But he remembers of our first kiss and the moment he told me he loved me for the first time just as much as I do and in great detail. So why is it he wipes out so much about his past, but holds onto the things that are about me? I know I'm not the only thing in his life that has mattered, and yet I seem to be the only thing he cares to remember in any meaningful way.
He's not the only one that has a selective memory though. It's really strange. There are things I can't remember at all about my ex-husband and we spent nearly 10 years together. When I close my eyes, I can barely remember his face. Yet, there are some people that I can see in my mind's eye, as if they were here yesterday; when I haven't seen them in years on end. So why is it that if we have selective memories - I can still remember things I wish I could forget (the really bad stuff that I'd erase in a second)? I suppose there are just some things that we can't explain or ever truly understand.

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Sad news from back home

Tuesday, March 7, 2006


This morning I got an email informing me that my cat, Kida (that I had to give up when I moved here), died. I don't really know the details because I never finished reading the email. It was too said and I took it much harder than I thought I would.
The couple who adopted him were good people and I know that he was well taken care of and loved. The day they came to pick him up, I was a real mess. It took me a good while to actually bring him out. I sat with Kida crying until I got the strength to bring him to them. They took him from me and Dale (the man who emailed me this morning) hugged me and told me he would take good care of him. Even though I didn't know these people well, I knew from that heartfelt hug, that they were the right choice and never worried too much. I'm just surprised how sad the news has made me...

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On saving the world...

Wednesday, March 1, 2006


I made a small donation today to a family fund for a boy in a really bad situation. I haven't done anything like that in years - actually, since 9/11. Okay so, I've bought a few bracelets for 'make poverty history' and given to some disaster relief funds, but I don't really do much else and I don't know why.
I'm one of those people that cries watching the news. My husband has actually filtered some of it for me at times. If he knows they will show something that will greatly upset me, he'll quickly change the channel or if he hears a story on the radio that maybe I haven't heard yet, he'll ask, 'Did you watch the news today?' if I say no, then he'll make sure we skip the evening news that night. I always ask - Why? What happened? But I don't push too hard knowing he's a pretty good judge of these things. This doesnt happen often mind you - I'm not a complete emotional mess that has to be shielded from every bad thing that happens (I can only think of Wayne doing this about 3 times throughout our relationship), but there are some stories that really get to me.
In the UK the RSPCA (ASPCA in the US) has a huge ad campaign in mailings and on TV. I have been known to tear up watching these and the child abuse ads do it to me as well. Just the other day, I opened a letter out of a magazine ad that on the outside read, 'help me' in a child's hand writing and Wayne ripped it from my hand saying - 'Why on earth would you open this?' knowing full well it would get to me. Children and animals get to me more than any others.
There's magazine called 'The big issue' that's sold here. It's put out by an organization that helps the homeless by as they put it - 'Putting out a news & current affairs magazine written by professional journalists and sold on the streets by vendors looking to overcome the crises surrounding homelessness.' This is one of the regular charitable contributions Wayne makes. He always buys the magazine when ever we see someone selling it. Christmas time, Wayne bought the last one from a man and said to him 'Happy Christmas' The man replied, 'Not for me'. I wanted to give him every penny I had on me. Wayne nudged me along and said to me later 'You can't save the world.' and reminded me of the sad truth behind where my money could have ended up if I had given it to him.
I must admit there have been many times that I have passed on contributing to charities because I've thought 'The problem is too big - nothing I can do will make a difference.' This may be true in some cases, but it also makes me wonder why it is that more of us don't try. If we did, maybe a difference could be made. We may not be able to save the world, but maybe we can make a difference to one person's world if we just did a little more - a little more often.

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