Home for three weeks!

Friday, November 24, 2006

Well, our trip home for Christmas is all set and paid for. The best part is that I paid for the entire trip with MY money that I earned with my new business!! Our 2 week trip that was costing a small fortune, is now a 3 week trip that ended up cheaper than it was before (it's still cost several thousand but every bit saved is a bonus)! Because it's cheaper to fly on dates that aren't so close to the holidays, I've saved quite a bit of money.
I used Priceline.com to pay for the hotel again. It's such a great service that I use when ever I can. Although, there are some downsides to it. This is how it works - you choose the area and the rating of the hotel you want to stay in and then make a bid of how much you want to pay. They search for hotels that are willing to accept your offer and either accept or deny it. I always start dirt cheap and work my way up slowly until I reach my max budget. The good news is that I got a 3-star hotel suite (complete with kitchen and living area) for 3 weeks at the price of $55.00 a night! The bad news is that although it's close to my Dad, it's an hour from the rest of my friends and family and it's literally around the corner from my ex-husband's house (the same house we lived in together)! YIKES!
Despite this little hiccup in my plans, I'm really happy to be going home for 3 weeks. It's been a nearly year and a half since I've been home and an extended trip is really wonderful. We leave in less than a month and I can't wait to get there!



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Gray’s Anatomy

Thursday, November 23, 2006
I just finished watching Gray’s Anatomy (we’re on the second season here – no spoilers please!) and once again, I sat on the edge of my seat watching it. What a great show. It’s strange how many storylines on the show, shadow similar things that have happened to me (although I’m not, nor will I ever be a doctor or work in a hospital) – some of the family issues, the close friend that confesses his undying love (although I lost the friend and didn’t end up in bed with him), the dreamy ex with the wife that has the look of love in his eyes every time he’s near – that look that makes me want to yell at the screen: Stop looking at her like that! You lost the right to look at her like that! While another part of me is hoping he’ll just kiss her and get it over with so that she’ll get the guy. If she marries a man she’s not in love with, rebounds to an abusive alcoholic and then finds love and a happy ending with a European man – I’ll start to worry. I guess that’s what makes the show so good – it reflects real life situations that can happen to anyone -either that or I should write a book because my life is a lot more interesting than I thought and maybe worth a bit of money. I’d write more, but I’m late for the gym but I just didn’t want to go another day without making an entry…


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I can see clearly now

Tuesday, November 21, 2006
It’s funny what inspires – for me, more than anything, its music. I’ve had nothing to say for weeks (probably because I’ve had so much on my mind, it’s difficult to find the words to say what it is I’m going through), but I hear a song and suddenly I’m compelled to write…
I can see clearly now by Jonny Nash was just played on my NY radio station (they sure do play some cheesy music). From the first line of the song, I was struck by a memory that I had long forgotten. When I was 17, I met my first love (it feels like a lifetime ago and yet some things I can still remember like it was yesterday). We met in early summer and I was immediately swept off my feet by this larger than life, blue eyed boy that made you smile just being near him. Looking back, I think it’s what drew me to him. It wasn’t his charm (sure it helped), it wasn’t his looks (although he was easy on the eyes) – it was his presence. He had a way about him that just made you smile. He was always smiling and it was contagious. It made you happy just to be near him.
One rainy morning, we spent hours on the phone waiting for the rain to stop. I remember he woke me up with some wonderful words when I answered the phone and I thought it was the best way a girl could be woken up (ahh, youth). After hours of conversation, he said – I think the rain stopped. Hold on and I’ll check. I heard him put down the phone (it was the days before cordless phones!) and as he came back to pick it back up, he was singing loudly and beautifully – I can see clearly now the rain has gone… When hearing that song today, I could almost feel enthralment and youthful optimism you can only have the first time you fall in love.
Looking back to when Wayne and I first fell in love, I can’t help but feel sorry that it had to be so filled with fear (on both out parts) instead of the blissful experience you get with your first love. When you’ve been hurt, it’s so hard to just let yourself go and fall in love again (not that it stopped us). I remember being terrified when I realized my feelings for him and crying uncontrollably because the thought of letting it happen and being hurt again was almost too much to bear (hell, I still get scared sometimes). What courage it takes to take the leap (and what a leap it was). Luckily, it paid off, but I can’t help but be sorry it wasn’t a bit easier getting there.

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Home for Christmas

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

I'm booking the flight home for Christmas today. It's costing over

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A comedy of errors

Monday, November 13, 2006

Considering that nothing went as planned

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How To Make An American Quiet

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

I have a business function in London on Friday. I

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How To Make An American Quiet

I have a business function in London on Friday. I

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Bonfire Night

Sunday, November 5, 2006

Tonight is Bonfire Night (aka Guy Fawkes Night). Bonfire Night is a holiday (that's a bit sick and twisted) celebrated in England. It is a celebration of the capture of Guy Fawkes and stopping his plot (known today as the Gunpowder plot) to blow up the Houses of Parliament and kill King James I. Guy Fawkes, who was in the cellar of the parliament with the 36 barrels of gunpowder when the authorities stormed it, was caught, tortured, hung and quartered. The tradition of Guy Fawkes-related bonfires began that very same year (400 years ago). Londoners who knew little more than that their King had been saved, lit bonfires in celebration.


As years progressed, the ritual became more elaborate. Soon, people began placing dummies of Guy Fawkes and sometimes those of the Pope onto bonfires, and fireworks were added to the celebrations. Still today, some communities throw dummies of both Guy Fawkes and the Pope on the bonfire (and even those of a contemporary politician or two), although they say the gesture is seen by most as a quirky tradition, rather than an expression of hostility towards the Pope.


Preparations for Bonfire Night celebrations for children include making a dummy of Guy Fawkes, which is called "the Guy". Some children even keep up an old tradition of walking in the streets, carrying "the Guy" they have just made, and beg passers-by for "a penny for the Guy." The kids use the money to buy fireworks for the evening festivities. They have competitions as well where the children compete against each other to create the best 'Guy'. The winner gets to have theirs at the top of that town's bonfire and the other children throw theirs into the blaze after it's set (this to me is twisted, and I have informed my husband that no child of mine will ever participate in such activities).


On the night itself (Nov. 5th) and for weeks following, main towns and cities have huge celebrations every year where 1000s gather. There are torch lit processionals where hundreds of people walk through the streets wearing costumes, playing drums with blackened faces. The processional leads to where the bonfire is lit. Guy is placed on top of the bonfire, which is then set alight; and fireworks displays fill the sky.



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