Tuesday, 27 May 2008

The Weather

Yesterday was a Bank Holiday, and as is usually the case on such days, there was a car boot sale down the road from me.

I woke early, thanks to a certain small person that decided it would be fabulously entertaining to wake up at 5.30 am in full-on scream mode. After settling her back to sleep, my mind started whirring too much to go to sleep myself. At that insanity-inducing hour, I decided to get all our household crap together to sell off to unsuspecting townsfolk.

Cue Weather Watch (tm). Every few minutes, I would glance out the window, and try to assess my chances of making it outside that morning. There was a very strong wind, which was a bit deceptive actually, because it would sometimes blow all the clouds out of the way and everything seemed bright and sunny for a few minutes. I would then rush around, digging useless junk out of hidey-holes and crevices, preparing to Turn My Trash into Cash!

Finally, when I committed myself by digging all the crap out from behind the couch and the kids spread it across the house in a thin layer and were happily fighting each other to the death over dusty broken toys and bits of old cookie crumbs, I conceded defeat. Gale force winds were blowing clouds across the sky and bending trees into unnatural positions, fat raindrops were splatting against the windows, and there I was with a huge pile of stuff that no longer had a home because I rearranged the living room and cleaned all the hiding places.

For the rest of the week, the BBC is forecasting rainy, windy and cold days. For the rest of the week, I have my kids at home because school is out for half term break. For the rest of the week, I will go gradually more insane.

English summer is a contradiction in terms. Sigh.

Wednesday, 14 May 2008

I coulda been a... furniture mover?

I am insane. Barking. Mental.

I got it into my head that I could move one of our (massive) armchairs upstairs into Middle Child's room. First, it got stuck in the living room door, into the (narrow) hallway. I didn't take that as a bad sign, oh no. I figured out how to get it into the hallway, and then pushed it up the stairs. It got stuck several times, while I got progressively weaker. Jiggle, push, heave, rest, repeat. Thinking I had it home free when I got past the door frame, I failed to take into account the moulding around the bottom of the upstairs hall banisters. I was four steps away from victory, and didn't think I could make it.

My notorious stubborn streak kicked in (Oh, you thought it was stubbornness carrying me on before now? You don't know how far madness can take you in life, my friend.) and I refused to be defeated so close to my goal. After several more jiggles and pushes, I made it.

Middle Child's room now has a comfy, over-large armchair and our living room has a bit more space in it.

If we ever move, that chair is NOT coming with us.

Monday, 12 May 2008

Dear Blog.

I'm sorry. I've been writing somewhere else. It's not even with the same provider.

I know I've been neglecting you recently. I know that we haven't been seeing each other much. It's just that my interests are taking me elsewhere. It's not YOU, it's ME.

I'll still write you. We'll still hang out; I just can't make a daily commitment. I thought I could do this NaNoWriMo for May, but I can't. I've got other stuff going on, too, family stuff and sunny days spent in the garden. It's not that I'm purposely ignoring just you. I promise.

Anyway. I just wanted you to know. I'll be around, but I guess we'll just have to be friends for now. I hope you can understand, and I'll see you soon.

Love,
Me

Tuesday, 6 May 2008

Happy International No Diet Day!

Council on Size and Weight Discrimination’s list of the top ten reasons not to diet.

10. DIETS DON’T WORK. Even if you lose weight, you will probably gain it all back, and you might gain back more than you lost.

9. DIETS ARE EXPENSIVE. If you didn’t buy special diet products, you could save enough to get new clothes, which would improve your outlook right now.

8. DIETS ARE BORING. People on diets talk and think about food and practically nothing else. There’s a lot more to life.

7. DIETS DON’T NECESSARILY IMPROVE YOUR HEALTH. Like the weight loss, health improvement is temporary. Dieting can actually cause health problems.

6. DIETS DON’T MAKE YOU BEAUTIFUL. Very few people will ever look like models. Glamour is a look, not a size. You don’t have to be thin to be attractive.

5. DIETS ARE NOT SEXY. If you want to be more attractive, take care of your body and your appearance. Feeling healthy makes you look your best.

4. DIETS CAN TURN INTO EATING DISORDERS. The obsession to be thin can lead to anorexia, bulimia, bingeing, and compulsive exercising.

3. DIETS CAN MAKE YOU AFRAID OF FOOD. Food nourishes and comforts us, and gives us pleasure. Dieting can make food seem like your enemy, and can deprive you of all the positive things about food.

2. DIETS CAN ROB YOU OF ENERGY. If you want to lead a full and active life, you need good nutrition, and enough food to meet your body’s needs.

And the number one reason to give up dieting:

1. Learning to love and accept yourself just as you are will give you self-confidence, better health, and a sense of wellbeing that will last a lifetime.


I can't really improve on that!

Monday, 5 May 2008

Saturday, 3 May 2008

Friday, 2 May 2008

So maybe not so much Voices as it is Accents.

Being a stranger in a strange land, I've got an interest in accents. It's not something I'm passionate about, but I do find the varying accents in this small little island to be astonishingly diverse.

So, my game starts today. Is this my real accent, or am I faking it? (Or as the locals like to say, "blagging it.")

Those of you who know me for realz need not answer. You know who you are, all one of you!

Thursday, 1 May 2008

Voices

So I joined this month's NaBloPoMo theme of "Voices," and I decided to play a little game.

As you may know, I am American-born, living in the UK. I've lived here for nearly a decade, and the subject of accents comes up regularly in my conversations with people.

The game is this. I will record my voice over the course of a few days... or is it my voice? Guess which one is me, and you win a prize. Um, I'll work on that one.

Starting tomorrow, you can play: Guess My Voice! *cannedapplause*

See you soon.