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Proud of myself today!

2010-05-11T09:59:00.000-06:00

I don't believe it is a bad thing to have pride in yourself. Whether you like it or not, we all make judgements the instant we meet a person, based on their appearance, demeanor and circumstance. From that point, we continue to make judgements, maybe negative, maybe positive, if we choose to continue interaction with said person.

With that in mind, having pride in yourself and your actions helps you build a positive judgement of yourself. Admit it, you judge yourself every day ("I really screwed up", or "I am so amazing, I even amaze mysef!"). A positive judgement of self makes you a stronger person, and definitely more enjoyable to be around. Please, don't mistake this for being conceited or overly confident, that is just annoying!

Today, I am proud of mysef, because I achieved a small goal, that is part of a larger goal. I completed a 15 minute yoga routine. I have spent the last week or so learning each part of the routine, the breathing techniques, poses etc, and this morning it was all put together. I am so proud of myself!

I know it sounds simple, who can't complete a 15 minute yoga routine? But I did this before 5:30 AM, a time when I am usually wishing I could just get some darn sleep so that I can be a fully functioning human being by 6 AM. Ultimately, I decided that since I was awake anyway, I may as well get up and do something.

I was motivated to make the most of this time when I found a small book at Barnes & Noble, called "Morning Cup of Yoga". The book is dedicated to this short routine, to help you wake up, stretch, and get in touch with yourself. The routine is designed to be done in the kitchen, using the kitchen counter or a straight backed chair for support. I do it in my pj's!

Yes, today, I am proud of myself!

New Blog

2010-02-28T14:12:00.003-07:00

If you are interested, and some of you may be - check out my new blog - www.mightygrape.blogspot.com

On a suggestion from a good friend, I decided to start blogging about wine, I love to drink it, and I love to write, so it just makes sense!

Was the car behind you flashing their brights?

2009-11-10T20:38:00.002-07:00

It was probably me. Why? Because you were driving 10 miles an hour below the speed limit in the EXPRESS lane!!! It's called an Express lane for a reason, you complete retard - people are trying to move EXPRESSLY from one place to another! If you want to drive at 55 in a 65, or 45 in the 55 work zone (admit it, you did it!), then do it on THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE FREEWAY! Everyone over there is driving slowly, that's why there are so many lanes, duh! You wanna play with the big boys on the left side of the freeway, then it's five miles an hour over speed limit, or nada!

Thanksgiving

2009-11-07T15:46:00.000-07:00

You may not know this, but Thanksgiving is pretty much my favorite holiday. I am thankful every year, that American's have a holiday that I can use as an excuse to cook and eat so many of my favorite foods! Awesome all American cooking, turkey, stuffing, strange casseroles that only exist in the US (marshmallow sweet potatoes, beans with those crunchy things on top, each of you has a local family favorite!), it's all GOOD!

It's also helpful that I really love to cook - I think the picture says it all. This was my turkey last year, which I had to proudly defend, as so many other's gave their recommendations ("orders"!) on how to cook a great turkey. I listened politely, then went about my business, ignoring all the advice, and trying to remember what my mother used to do. My Mum is THE greatest cook to grace the face of the earth, and I grew up with some pretty fabulous Christmas dinners (no Thanksgiving in the UK, boo!). Oh, I also pulled out the Joy of Cooking, a cooking guide no kitchen should be without.

This year I hope to cook dinner our new house, with my somewhat new family. Megan and I have always had each other, now we have Tony, the best addition to our family imaginable. He is willing to eat anything, and he always has a compliment about the food, even when it is not my best effort.

OK, I know it's not all about the food, it's about being thankful for what you have, and I am, oh yes I am! I get to cook, cause I have a home with a kitchen to cook in. I can afford the food, cause I have a good job. I can sit down to eat with a family I love, and they love me back (I am sure it has NOTHING to do with the food!). Although I don't get to see them as often as I would like, I have wonderful friends, and amazing family.

Oh, and although I don't update this as often as some people would like, I am greatful for you too!

So, about the guy...

2009-03-09T21:00:00.003-06:00

...yeah, yeah, there's a guy - I know, I couldn't believe it either! I met Tony just over a year ago, I came home, and he was sitting on the couch, visiting with my roommate. I thought he was sort of cute and that was about it.

About a month later my roommate asked if I would mind inviting his friend out, next time I went to my fave dive bar, The Canyon Inn. I grudgingly said yes, and made a promise that if this guy was a complete party pooper, my roommate would have hell to pay.

So, me and my girls (Tina & Lisa) go out, and meet up with Tony. Only he i s not the quiet couch potato I remember - he was the life and soul of the party. Joined in the conversation like one of the girls, came out and danced with us (which is more painful for us than him!), and generally just fit in.

Tina started inviting him to go golfing with us, and hang out, and I sort of figured that they would hook up. I mean really, Tina is the cute one. She is vibrant, and fun, full of personality, and brings light and happiness to most situations. Her blonde hair is very reflective of her personality. Me on the other hand, well, my dark hair is very reflective of my personality. I am dark, and pessimistic, and I don't do small talk. I never get asked out, and have been told that I can be intimidating. I have also been told that I need to dumb it down a bit (don't hold your breath for that!). Apparently, guys don't like girls with opinions, especially when we share them.

The thing is, Tony doesn't do blonde and sparkly, he happens to prefer strong and dark! Much to my surprise, Tony and Tina did not become a couple, and, before I went to the UK in the summer, I realized that the more I hung out with Tony, the more I looked forward to hanging out with Tony. And, he really didn't mind the bitchy, pessimistic, dark side of the moon comments.

Let me quickly say (as if I could!), that Tony is neither dark nor pessimistic. He is the bright light at the end of the tunnel (and it's not an oncoming train, yippee!). He is easy going, straight forward, and pretty simple. Not simple as in stupid, but simple, as in not complicated. And since I am complicated enough for a whole room of people, it all works out rather well.

When I got back from the UK, I realized that I needed to do something about Tony (and I really wanted to shag him!!!). It's been a long, long time since I have turned on the charm for a guys benefit, I usually reserve that for friends and family! But it just seemed like the whole situation needed a little more effort on my part - my effort at the time being less than zero, I felt that moving it to a 1 seemed like a good bet. And it was, and it still is.

We've been dating since August. I know, chronologically, not that much time, and, if I were a teenager, I would tell myself to slow it down a bit. But, when you are in your late 30's (and now that I am preparing to be face to face with 40 I can say that), six months is like six years. I mean, all the games have been played years ago, there's no messing around. It either is, or it isn't, and in this case, it is. Yes, I think this may be for good - but please, don't expect wedding announcements in the near (or distant) future. I am perfectly happy to live in sin for the rest of my life, and just be happy.

Best of Intentions

2009-03-07T09:16:00.003-07:00

It has been a while since my last post - and, to be honest, I haven't had too much to say. My life is not an exciting mix of social events and travels, just the daily grind of working 10-12 hours a day and the constant learning experience of being a mother. BUT - I have wanted to post - I do a few things from time to time. And I have wanted to write about them, and, I have started to write about them. In fact, on my other laptop I have saved three drafts of different posts. The car show (dreaming about all my future rides), new boyfriend (he's the best), Megan growing up, you know, that sort of thing.

Then, last night, as I was surfing for pictures of Miley Cyrus (Megan is off to the hair salon today), I started to get viral warnings - "Your computer is at risk" "Scan now!" "Danger, Will Robinson, danger!". OK, so I'm just kidding about the Will Robinson bit, but you get the drift, right? Suddenly, I can't close anything out, and hundreds of pop ups start swamping my screen, so I hard boot, figuring I will stop it from spreading (wishful thinking, I know!). A few minutes later, I re-boot, log on and...I am stuck in a boot cycle, logging on, logging on, logging on again. That's it, a crash and I can't even log on, I am done.

I have never experienced a computer issue that I could not resolve, never! I can usually fix them, cause they are usually minor. I am super careful about what I open, download and view. Surfing for Miley Cyrus pictures? Seriously? Dude, it's not like I am some kind of perv, and typed "naked miley cyrus" - just "images of miley cyrus".

This all started cause Nicki sent us an email of Milly & Miley, and Megan loved Miley's hair color. Those pictures did not show it very well, so off I went, surfing the internet for more Miley Cyrus pics.

Quick side note - Nicki is one tough cookie, and I am sure that Milly continues to fight because she see's the example of strong women around her, goddesses who preserve the true nature of womenhood through their work and actions. Nicki had a great example to learn from as well, her mother. Here's a shout out to the whole Broby family - the best example of family I have been blessed to know.

Well, that's it, half written posts are locked on a system that has crashed. Pictures of Megan, Tony and I having fun at the car show. Pictures of Megan growing up, becoming a beautiful young women, pictures of other random stuff, GONE!!!

OK, so not really gone, I can take the laptop into a computer shop, who will charge me an arm and a leg to find my stuff, and hopefully, put me back in touch with it, but, let me get back to my original point...sometimes, it's hard to keep up, even with the best of intentions.

I spend 50- 60 hrs a week in front of two monitors, researching and resolving investor questions, reviewing loan docs, reviewing sql queries for data requests and reports, and reporting on it all. When I get home, and on the weekends, I generally am not motivated to sit in front of yet another computer, and write a post about my so called life.

However, my life is good, in fact, it's great. Megan is growing up, and coming into her own. She is strong willed, and somewhat stubborn. She doesn't like to study or do homework, and is only just realizing that she is pretty smart.

I am dating a wonderful guy, who is respectful, responsible and motivated. As an added bonus, he is really cute! We are looking to move, and become a family of our own. That'll be exciting, right?

That's it for now - until the next time I realize I have left this too long, and think of something to say. In the meantime, take of you and yours, and keep posting, cause I do love to read what you write.

Finally!

2008-11-03T23:18:00.002-07:00

After just a few months of procrastinating, I have finally finished a post. The layout is driving me nuts, so, if you have any good tips on formatting, I would appreciate them. Enjoy!

Travels through Normandy – Paris

2008-09-22T21:36:00.022-06:00

Sooo, quick recap, we’ve ferried to La Havre, driven to Bayeux, Mont St Michel and Arromanches, seen almost everything there is to see, and eaten all the delicious French food we could (in restaurants and by the side of the road!). However, the Johnstone’s are not done with Normandy yet. Once we have been given a stiff dose of reality at Arromanches, we set off for Vernon.

Vernon is a beautiful, medieval town in Eastern Normandy. Well, let’s be honest, pretty much every town we have visited so far has been medieval, with original buildings, narrow streets and tons of atmosphere. We get to the center of Vernon, and find our hotel. It’s no Hotel Tardif (impossibly welcoming), but it has beds, a distinct improvement over some of the places I have visited. We arrive in the afternoon, and we are all ready for naps and refreshments. Over the past few days, we have made a habit of spending our early evenings (before we go to dinner) chatting with Mum & Dad over drinks. It is a great way to relax, review the happenings of the day, and make dinner plans.

The next day, Friday, we have breakfast and go straight to the station. Dad bought our train tickets the prior evening, and we are on the 8:45 train. It’s only a 45 minute ride to Paris St Lazare.

At our destination we board the metro and it’s off to the first stop of the day, The Eiffel Tower. Megan, Dad and I walk up to the first floor, and then take the lift to the second. Check out those photo’s, that’s the Seine behind us, pretty cool, eh?

Next, boat tours on the Seine, passing under some fabulous bridges, and drifting by buildings you only read about, or see in movies. The term “living history” comes to mind. Here we are, experiencing history, in all it’s architectural splendor. Thinking about it now, I can realize the big picture of this city. Each part of our day has built the complete picture, created by imaginations that knew no limits. What will our great grandchildren say about the buildings we leave behind? How will the architects of our generation leave their mark? As I think on it, it becomes more and more clear, that our neighborhoods, towns and cities are built in a far more disposable fashion.

Notre Dame is our next landmark, but first we stop for a quick lunch, and then it’s off to the Latin Quarter. It’s on the way to Notre Dame, and it makes for a nice interlude to all the rushing around we are doing. It also really deserves a few hours, as the potential to wonder little side streets and get lost in the culture is almost irresistible. In France, everything is made for your viewing pleasure, food, buildings, clothes, art, etc. Passing by charcouteries, you can see terrines that are simply beautiful. Patisserie windows are filled with desserts (large and small) that look too pretty to eat (however, once they are in your hand, it becomes that much easier!). Even the butchers (boucherie) shop makes the meat look ultra appetizing, and it’s not even cooked yet.

Back to Notre Dame (sorry, I am easily sidetracked), our next stop. What can I say; it’s a really big church! Let me explain, one of the keys of French architecture (especially French religious architecture) is that it is all completely over the top – so, yeah, it’s a really big church, but it’s so much more than that.

Take a look at these pictures, at the entrances (each arch is decorated in multiple layers), all the statues, and that rose window, another predominant feature in French churches.

Unfortunately, we don’t have time to hang around for too long, just long enough to sit, appreciate the features of Notre Dame, and then it’s time for The Louvre. Back on the metro, and we come out directly across from our destination. I will warn you know, I don’t know that I have words for this, cause it is really, really spectacular. The Louvre was the residence (read “palace”) of the royal family before Versailles was completed. Walking into the courtyard, we pass through a carriage way, and it’s not hard to imagine the ‘clip, clop’ of horses hooves as they pull a carriage. Of course, all we can hear now is the footsteps of hundreds of tourists, but remember, you are walking in the footsteps of history.

Entering the courtyard is by far, the best experience ever.

The building is built in a U shape, around this courtyard. New additions include fountains, reflecting pools and of course, the famous glass pyramids.

What an incredible comparison of classic and contemporary, and on such a massive scale. The contemporary is made that much more real by the atmosphere. People are everywhere, talking, laughing, reading, pondering, and being themselves. People from all walks of life, speaking every language, taking a moment to appreciate their surroundings. This scene perfectly represents (and complements) the spirit of art, and the expression of artists through the ages. Some may want to push the boundaries, and develop scenes that challenge the way we think about and view the world around us, others want to depict the beauty they see in the world around them, whether it is the curve of a flower petal, the curve of a baby’s smiling cheek, or the curve of a comforting arm. Just as these people represent all walks of life, art depicts aspects of life, love, loss, anger, pain, beauty, joy, feelings, thoughts and emotions that no full life is without.

Yes, it's true, you cannot fully appreciate the joy and happiness of life without also experiencing the pain and tragedy. But, when the happiness, pain, joy and tragedy of life is experienced with the three people below, then I say "Bring it on", cause they make it all worth while.

All of this takes us to our final destination, Sacre Couer, built on the summit of the butte Montmartre. It is reputed to be dedicated the lives of 58,000 soldiers (hence it’s name Sacred Heart), who lost their lives in the year long, Franco-Prussian war. In reality, the request to build this basilica, made by the archbishop of Paris, specifies it is to “expiate the crimes of the communards”.

Er, no, not the Communards, 80’s band (singers of “Don’t leave me this way” & “Why?”), but the communards, members of the Paris Commune, a government that briefly ruled Paris in 1871. The Paris Commune were basically democratic socialists (without getting too deeply political), and I think we all know how the Catholic Church feels about free thinking lefties! Really want to know more (cause there is more, I promise, and my understanding is merely that, my limited understanding), then check out this link Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, Paris, & Basilique du Sacré Coeur. Ultimately, it is another really big church, but this one is definitely finished on a much grander scale than Notre Dame, and the whole effect, built on a summit, white stone, with multiple elevations and styles, it really is breathtaking.

Whew, ok, so I have finally finished up Paris! Gotta start writing about Giverny, thank goodness for notebooks and Google!

Travels through Normandy – Arromanches

2008-08-05T06:57:00.002-06:00

After two nights in the wonderful Hotel Tardif in Bayeux, it was time to leave. We had visited Bayeux and Mont St Michel, and now we were headed to Vernon, in Eastern Normandy. Vernon was to be our base of operations, from whence we should visit Paris and Giverny, but more about that later.

This posting shall be dedicated only to Arromanches, and, in spirit, dedicated to the brave troops who landed on the beaches of Normandy in June 1944. We don’t think much of it today, but it is an important part of our history. When I say “our”, I mean mine as a Brit and yours as an American.

Before we get started, lets get one thing completely clear, we are talking about the Allied Forces, both British and American troops (although they landed separately), and now would not be the time to remind me that “us American’s saved your ass in the war”.

A failed raid in 1942 taught the War Office that if they wanted to land “we must take our harbors with us”. Prefabricated ports were developed that consisted of breakwaters, pier-heads and floating piers. These portable harbors were given the code name Mulberry.

Arromanches was the landing point for Mulberry B (Mulberry A went to Omaha Beach, where the American troops landed). The pieces were floated across the channel, and then sunk to create the artificial harbor. (Wait, lets think about that for a minute, the Germans are flying over the Channel nightly, for bombing raids on the UK, and the Allies are floating bloody great barges across the channel, at around 6MPH – talk about taking your life in your hands!) Today, remains of these Mulberries can still be seen in Arromanches. The guidebook tells us they make for a startling sight, but really, they are a testament to the ingenuity of mankind, in a desperate time, taking desperate measures.

The truly startling sight is the Arromanches 360. Located on the cliffs above the beaches (Sword, Gold and Juno), is a monument to the regiments who landed, and a theatre, which shows the movie “The Price of Freedom”. The movie is shown on 9 screens, in 360 degrees. No one sits down; you lean on a horizontal bar behind you. The theatre is crowded with people of all nationalities. No translation of the movie is needed, as there is no narration, and no dialogue. The entire movie uses wartime footage of the landings, Arromanches, and battle damage, and joins it with footage taken 50 years later. In one amazing scene, a local bridge is shown, one screen shows one side of the bridge as we see it today, the next screen shows wartime footage of the center of the bridge, the next screen shows the other side of the bridge as we see it today. But that is just fancy imagery. The truly startling part is the smiling men on the landing craft, laughing and smoking. They are having a blast. Brave or scared, they are going into the unknown, with little or no idea of the incredible battle and losses they are about to face. Next we see images of the beach, fallen men, dead or injured we don’t know. Next there are images of the beach today, peaceful, children playing in the sand and the sea. Images of a bombed out town come next, civilians (having been allowed back in) are combing through the rubble; a lone kitten stands in the ruins of a street. Then gunshots, soldiers searching houses. Then color images of those streets today, a market, a couple walking hand in hand, and their child running ahead of them. The town has been rebuilt, through the love, commitment and solidarity of the townspeople. This brings to mind the French revolutionary statement “Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite” – Liberty, Equality, and Brotherhood.

More images of the sick and wounded, housed in mobile hospitals, as their comrades fight on. These soldiers traveled on foot, from town to town, fighting for freedom from one house to another. And I don’t use that term for any kind of imagery; they literally fought from one house to another. Never have I been so moved by the mere image or thought of what freedom meant to a person, or what it means to me. I sit here, in my parents home, looking at the gray weather outside, and not once do I think “Will it be safe to go into Chichester today?” or “Will it be safe to travel home on Thursday?” however, I know that people think about these things every day (well, not in the terms of going into Chichester, but their local equivalent, Chichester is perfectly safe).

I should say here, that I am a ‘live and let live’ kind of person, not one to judge others on their way of life, or how they choose to live it, (unless it is harmful to others). I don’t care if you want to wear a burkah; I just think you should be given the choice. I don’t care if you want to practice another religion; I just want you to have the choice. I just want us all to be happy, and live in a society where we are free to choose. And, if the society does not allow you to choose, or you feel oppressed, speak up; don’t stay quiet, as history has shown us what staying quiet can do.

~I'm putting a photo of Megan here, because her middle name is Laurel, a symbol of victory~

Ok, so, off my soapbox – sorry! In my prior post about Bayeux and William the Conqueror, I made sure to tell you that the battle between William and Harold was over in 8 hours, just another day at the office. The Germans were so entrenched in France, that it took the troops 34 days to reach Caen, which is only 22 miles away. Of course, you realize that it didn’t take them so long cause they were slow walkers, or just dilly-dallying along the way. It took them 34 days cause they fought from house to house, in each village or small farming area they came across. And each day, they did it again, and again, and again. Through all this fighting and bombing, there were agreements as to which towns would be spared (seriously!). Paris was one of them, Bayeux was another.

That is about it for our history lesson for today, just one last point to discuss. The French often get a bad rap for giving in so easily to the Germans, for “handing over” their country, for being traitors, as it were. However, this is an over simplification of a more complex issue. Prior to the WWII, France had been through The Great War (1914-1918). They had suffered huge losses. What does this mean for the German invasion in WWII? It means the French lost an entire generation, or, that a generation of troops that should have been born and raised between 1918 and 1940 just didn’t happen. With far fewer men of fighting age, the French were at a disadvantage when the Germans arrived.

~A photo of my parents here, cause they are wicked cute sometimes, and the structure behind them represents what my mother's father worked on during the war.~

Alright, I am done for today. Next on the agenda, the beautiful town of Vernon, Paris and Giverny, home of Claude Monet.

Bloody English Weather!

2008-08-02T07:50:00.004-06:00

Take a look at the photo below - 9:30AM, when my Dad and I were considering going racing in his boat. Since it was gray and rather damp (drizzle turning to rain with each passing minute of our indecision), we decided not to. Why would you? You're just going to be stuck out in the rain, racing a bunch of other damp sailors to the next buoy, wishing you were at home with a hot cup of tea in your hand.

So, we decided against sailing, and took off for the library. Pulling into the library (which has not changed since I was 5 yrs old), Dad made the comment "Watch, as soon as the start time gets here (race start was 11:50AM), the rain will stop and the sun will come out" Now take a look at the photo below.

This was taken this afternoon, the sun came out and it is now t-shirt weather - the weather gods are bastards!

Quick Update

2008-08-02T02:15:00.003-06:00

I forgot to add this delightful picture of Megan, who no longer looks like a little girl, but a beautiful young women, as this picture shows. If my family is a crown, she is the outstanding jewel at the center. Even with her teenage years starting to progress, and her teenage moods moving right along, she still is one of the coolest people I know.

Travels through Normandy: Bayeux and Mont St Michel

2008-08-01T07:34:00.008-06:00

Monday, July 21 was the day of our big departure to France. There has been lots of build up, discussion and planning (all planning care of my father, The Commander!). The ferry is overnight, leaving from Portsmouth at 11:30PM. We had a delicious dinner prior to leaving the house (sausage, lamb, salad), packed up the car and hit the road. The ferry terminal is only a half hour from the house, so it was an easy drive, but then you have to wait for an hour to put the car on.

Once we were on board, we found the cabin, (four bunks, Dad and Megs were relegated to the uppers); pj’s on and jumped into bed. Aside from Megan, we are a family of readers (and talkers, but you know that already!), so we whipped out the books and got to it. There are scads of announcements regarding the ferry preparing to leave, safety warnings, restaurants preparing to close, and various announcements looking for passengers. Since the ferry is between France and England, all announcements are done in both languages, so it takes twice as long. All four of us are giggling, farting and belching all the way through – there’s no keeping us down! Finally, everyone is asleep (with Mum’s warnings about Dad’s snoring), except for me. I have no clue how I slept as a child on a boat (like a rock, I remember), but that is now a far distant memory, and all I can think of is…work (what I did do, what I didn’t do, what I may be fired for upon my return); parenthood (will she make it through, will I make it through, how much therapy will we both need); boys (yes, even I still think of boys!!!); how can I improve upon my skills at being a less worse daughter (it involves not only remembering Christmas and birthdays, but actually getting gifts shipped, whew!); and last, but by no means least, what is the world coming to (gas prices, food prices, mortgages, etc, etc, etc.).

Roughly six hours later, we arrive in La Havre (click all the highlighted links for more info), deboard the car and set out for Bayeux (home of the Bayeux Tapestry, depicting Williams conquering of England). Since our last trip in December 2006, we have talked about Bayeux, and it’s links to Bosham (read all the way back to my first or second post, all will be revealed). Aside from a small issue getting out of La Havre (we weren’t lost, just mislaid), we got going just fine. We stopped in Dives Sur Mer, wandered around, admired the medieval architecture and shopped at a Charcuterie. The result was pate, ham, bread and a bottle of wine. One of the wonderful things of driving around France is the L’Aire’s, roadside picnic areas. I haven’t had pate this good since I lived in Antibes, and no one does pate the way the French do.

We made it to Bayeux around 3PM, and checked into the Hotel Tardif.. Yeah, check out that action – the house was offered to the Tardif family by Napoleon. If you know anything about architecture (the host sure does!), you will note that it covers three architectural periods. No, I didn’t know either, but even I know great architecture when I see it (plan on reading the word “architecture” over, and over, and over again!). Anywho, check out the site, the great photo’s and you may be able to imagine the delightful stay we enjoyed in Bayeux.

We went straight to the Tapestry, and were all amazed at the quality, intricacy and the development of the story via pictures. The tapestry is housed behind glass, and you can lean in close and see the detail of the stitching. Ok, so I know that everything was done by hand back then, and they were all experienced, but really, the planning of the story, the layout, the handwork, the whole deal, is just AMAZING! Having landed in England, and, since Harold was up north in Stanford Bridge, he had some time on his hands. So, he organized his troops, built a basic town, and got some rest. By the time Harold arrived with his troops, exhausted from the long ride, William and his army were well rested, and spent 8 hours in battle. By 6PM, Harold was dead, and William was the new King of England. Just another day at the office for a medieval Duke, who, by rights, should have been handed the crown upon Edwards death. Ok, well, maybe not quite that simple, he continued to crush English rebellions until 1072, which results in a united England.

After the Tapestry, Megan and I checked out the Notre Dame Cathedral (there seems to be one in each French city).
She dragged me down to the crypt, which was suitably spooky, and I realized I have viewed way too many horror movies! Once we met back up with Mum & Dad, we went to a wonderful exhibit of local porcelain. The designs of blue flowers on white porcelain were Mum’s favorite, while I love the rich colors of blue and gold. Then it was out to dinner, on a street filled with restaurants, which is fairly typical in France. Megan tried escargot (snails) for the first time, and enjoyed them (yay, my daughter may become a gourmand yet!). Snails really are just an excuse to eat huge amounts of garlic butter, which makes them super yummy.

Day 2 in France took us to Mont St Michel. As you get close, you can see it rising from the fields and sea, almost floating above the land. Parking is at the end of a causeway, which takes you to the entrance. Before the causeway was built, pilgrims to Mont St Michel battled the sea and quicksand to get to the Mont. The tide has been explained to come in as quickly as a galloping horse, which would suck if you had already gotten stuck in some quicksand!

So, quick history – the abbey dates back to the 8th century. Aubert, Bishop of Avranches, was visited three times by the Archangel Michael, in a dream. St Michael commanded him to build an oratory on Mont Tombe, the outcropping of rock that is now Mont St Michel. Aubert did not do as commanded immediately, which resulted in St Michael prodding him in the forward, leaving a dent. The oratory was subsequently built, and eventually replaced by an abbey. Other buildings were added through the following centuries, and the result is what we see today.

As you stand next to it, and look up, you can see what an amazing feat of engineering it is. Brick foundations rise up from the rock, which support a small town built around the abbey. Progressing onto the Mont itself, a narrow street winds up to the abbey. It’s not hard to imagine pilgrims working their way up, stopping to buy medals depicting St Michael, and lead amulets filled with sand from the beach. Hotels, souvenir shops and restaurants flourished, just as they do today. On a hot day (and it was hot the day we visited), it can get extremely uncomfortable.
People are crowding in the street, and in the various corridors leading to wherever (this place is a maze), and heat can be stifling. Still, think of the history on which you stand. The abbey was so well fortified; it never fell to an enemy, even during the Hundred Years War.
We enjoyed an easy ride back to Bayeux, followed by dinner and a walk. The pace of life here is peaceful (at least as a tourist), which is good, because all of this is only prepping for the Big One, a day in Paris. However, before this, we have to visit the D-day Beaches, which shall be my next post.

Typically English Sights

2008-07-30T08:51:00.002-06:00

On the Saturday after Megan and I arrived in the UK, we decided to go to a school fete with my life long friend Clare. Clare now has two bright and cheery young boys (William and Luke), the oldest of which (William) is preparing for his first year in school. The primary school he will be attending held a fete to raise money to build a new library.

It was a typical English summer day, sunny weather interspersed with dark clouds, cool winds and the promise of rain. Megan and I cycled from my parent’s house in Bosham over to West Ashling, admiring rolling fields and stone walls along the way.

Events at the fete were the Fancy Dress Costume competition, where the St Trinian girls made an obligatory appearance (you’ll just have to google it!); Belly Dancing Exhibition & the Tug of War (where the girls killed the boys, and the young taught the old a lesson!). Booth’s included children’s crafts, children’s obstacle course, a used bookstore, hotdogs and the all important beer tent, also serving Pimm’s.

Let me explain, Pimm’s is an English summer tradition, mostly partaken in the south, by those of us who want to hang out in the sun and get pleasantly plastered. Since we only have to ride our bicycles home, no worries! It’s made with water, fruit (lemon, orange) and some mint, with a healthy dash of Pimm’s. Naturally, the beer tent also serves ale, served at the perfect room temperature, and no, you won’t find a single cube of ice in sight.

So, there I am in the beer tent, getting my Pimm’s from Dad, and I look over to see the local Vicar (Reverend, Priest, Pastor, choose your poison!) in his summer uniform, of a black shirt, white collar and a rather nice white jacket. He is a friendly looking older gentleman, kind eyes behind grandfatherly glasses. He acknowledges me, smiles and holds up his pint of ale to take a healthy gulp, and sighs, appreciatively. It was just so perfect, and completely exemplifies my love of England, and quiet, content summer fetes.

This is also a perfect example of why you should never leave your camera at home, cause I don’t have a picture. Oh well, more to come, as I detail and organize my thoughts on our travels through Normandy. Whew, I hope you like to read!

Compassion

2008-07-20T12:09:00.000-06:00

Who comes up with the names of these flowers?! This rose is named 'Compassion' - seriously! Will the mere view of it fill me with compassion? Compassion for...? Can't think I really need to feel compassion for the flower, maybe the scientist who's life work was to achieve this color - needs to get out of the lab a bit more, if you ask me!

I was so busy taking the photo that I didn't take the time to smell it - just resolved that and it smells incredible - sweet, fruity, not like a rose at all, but a delicious, ripe fruit! Unfortunately, the flower no longer resides on the plant, my father just cut it and put it in a loverly crystal bowl - now I feel compassion for the flower!

Oh, yes, I am in the motherland, so expect a few more updates.

Moving on

2008-06-03T21:28:00.002-06:00

I have no clue how to even begin this post, so here goes nothing - I tracked down Megan's other grandparents (her fathers parents) over Memorial Day weekend. I really want Megan to maintain some kind of connection with her father (John), which is tough when you don't even know where his final resting place is, and you decided, not long after he died, to cut all ties with his family. Why, you ask? Well, if you don't already know the big, ugly story, I will just leave it at that, it is a big, ugly story! And, just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, you have to sit your wonderful, amazing, smiley little girl down and tell her that Daddy won't be coming home, ever! Anyway, after he died, it seemed as though I was somehow being held responsible, I think mainly because I was alive, and their son wasn't. It was such a struggle at the time, dealing with all the pain and surprising amount of emotion, staying strong for Megan, trying to answer the questions (where is Daddy? can I talk to Daddy? when will I see Daddy again?) when there really are no answers, and I just couldn't deal with the negativity. So, I did what I had to do at the time, and I cut ties.

I know, I know, horrible of me, and I won't make excuses (although it seems as I just did!), and there, it's done. So, there we are, driving around LA with my brother, and he is telling me that they have a car for me to use if I want to go anywhere. And it just comes out, I ask Megan "If I can find out where your Dad is, do you want to go see him?" Duh, of course, she says (so typically Megan) "I guess". We get home, I fire up the laptop, one query in Google, and lo and behold, I am talking to John's father (Vic) on the phone. Only it's not as simple as I first thought, they want me to come and visit, then they will take us to where John is. Of course, I am such an idiot sometimes, how could I have ever thought that I was going to get through this without facing them, finally?! AGGGGHHHHH! I really hate conflict, or contension, and there seems to be no choice, I have to do this.

Well, Memorial Day dawns, my sister in law (bless her little cotton socks!) wishes me luck, tells me she is proud of me, and off I go. It has been over 10 years since I drove to this house, and I still know the way, almost without directions. I would share all the memories with you, but they aren't that great, unless we go way, way, way back to when I was a wee 19 yr old!

It's difficult for me to express how I felt as I drove up to that house, but the strongest feeling is fear. Not fear of these people, but fear that I have permanently damaged Megan by doing one of two things, or even both. Firstly, by cutting of the relationship with John's parents, or, secondly, by re-introducing them after all this time. Or, perhaps, both events will complete the job I started 13 years ago. Forget saving for a college education, I'm saving for the therapy! There's no turning back now, I have just called to tell them I am pulling up, so it's not like I can pretend that I couldn't find the house.

Ok, so it really wasn't that bad. They were very happy to see us, and gave Megan some great photo's of John. The moment that I knew would come, finally came (the question of why), and I was pretty clear that I was there for Megan, not them, not me, and that whatever happened in the past was exactly that, in the past. Then, it was time to go see John. It was very strange to see his name on a placque on a wall. Just two lines, "John P Teresinski; 1967 - 2000" No mention of fatherhood, or being a son, just simple, he was here, and now he is a placque on a wall.

Well, not really - we are all so much more than that. What isn't memorialized on the placque, lives on in Megan. He was, and is, a father, who is much loved by his daughter. He is someone's son, and they loved him very much. Just like any of us, he was flawed, and just like any of us, he was loved by his family, and he should be remembered for that.

Blessings

2008-05-23T09:25:00.002-06:00

Lately, I have been thinking about blessings. Since perception is reality, blessings may be different for everyone, and I may see my blessings completely differently than you see my blessings. Also, I might view my blessings differently from one day to the next. Today, I can count my blessings as my friends (who leave supportive comments on my blog).

Yesterday, as I sat at Social Security, I met a man who can't read, and needed help reading some instructions. For the rest of day, my ability to read and comprehend felt like a blessing, simply because I was lucky enough to have been educated. Oh, and as I watched the lady at the MS Society count out money (we raised $300 from our bake sale!), I could see she was struggling, and I really wanted to help (cause I am impatient and I wanted to speed up the process). Then it occurred to me, perhaps she has MS, and the simple act of counting bills is an achievement. I sat back, smiled and worked on being patient. So, being able to count out $300 quickly, and be patient, probably both blessings.

In just over a month, I am going back to England to see my Mum and Dad. Wow, those two are a blessing, let me tell you! They let me vent, they listen to me whine, they set me straight and still, they love me! This year, I get to buy my own tickets. I know, doesn't sound like much, but when you have been struggling to get your career together, and raise your daughter, and pay your bills (not always on time!), and keep food on the table, the simple fact that you can take care of your own tickets to The Muvvaland for 3 weeks is HUGE!

All in all, I am blessed, and life is good, and that is AWESOME! Yay for me!

I want to ride my bicycle!

2008-05-17T18:19:00.004-06:00

Yay for me, I got out on my bike today! It was my first ride of the summer, a 36 mile "warm-up" to my goal of a century next month. Whew, a century, I must be nuts! (BTW - many people have asked me what a "century" is - it's 100 miles, yeah, a CENTURY!)

It was great to get out and ride around the Valley. The Salt Lake Valley truly is a beautiful area, and today's ride took us through some great farm land north of Salt Lake. Quiet country roads, horses, cows, sheep, and great company. My friend Susan joined me, and she knows how to keep it entertaining.

Our primary goal today was to see how many times we would be passed. Ok, so maybe we don't take it as seriously as some of the wannabe racers out there, but I bet we had way more fun. I love to ride not just for the health benefit, but the mental benefit. Although it is something of a leisurely pace, we still have to keep a pace. That requires a modicum of focus, which means you can't be bothering yourself with your everyday worries (like, did you check the oil in your car? will you buy a house next year? when will your economic stimulus check get here, cause you want to spend it!). You just keep your eye on the road, glance at the bike computer from time to time, and try to keep up with the somewhat random banter coming from the super freak behind you. Awww, it's a super freak I love, so it is well worth it.

Asking yourself if you can do it? You can. I did it, and those who know me know that I am not sporty spice, I am more like, scary spice, with a little posh spice and ginger spice thrown in, just to keep things interesting. But definitely not sporty. Never have been. However, I can be determined from time to time, and cycling is one of those times. Once I start, I can't quit, and it feels oh so good!

A girl and her bike.

2008-04-27T22:10:00.008-06:00

Just had to add a picture of my other baby, my bike!

I did the MS150 last year, this year, I am adding two more rides, and at least one Century!

Tagged by Brandy

2008-04-19T11:34:00.002-06:00

Crikey, here I am, getting tagged by blogger and IRL friends! The challenge is to reveal 7 mostly unknown facts about myself. This is tough for someone like me, since I am pretty much an open book, but I am sure I will find something to share!Ok, Brandy, don’t say I didn’t warn you…

Right now, more than anything else in the world I could wish for, I want a home of own own. Megan and I have always lived in apartments or with roommates, but now it’s time to get our own place…so, before Megan leaves for college, I want her to have a home that she can call her own.
Although I see area’s for improvement, I am completely comfortable with who I am.
#2 gets me into trouble sometimes, people see it as arrogance, but I’m not, I’m just happy with who I am.
Although I believe in true, everlasting, unconditional love, I just don’t think it is in the cards for me, but I can’t give up on looking!
I cannot stand to be judged, although I find myself doing that from time to time, that’s one of the things I work on everyday.
Sometimes I wish I was more of a girly girl, but I'm not, so I just have to accept it!
I am kind of like an M&M, my hard, crispy exterior hides a soft, sweet interior!

Heather, consider yourself tagged!

The Written Word

2008-04-01T20:52:00.002-06:00

I saw this great "widget" (I need to research that word!), on my friends blog (The Lemmondrop). I just had to add it. As you can see, Dean Koontz is one of my fave's. He has developed so much as a suspense writer, and I love anything supernatural.

If you haven't read the Tao of Pooh & The Te of Piglet, then you should. I was once told by a women that we shouldn't research other religious/theological ideas and beliefs, as it might lead to our disenchantment with whatever practice we are currently involved in. Well, if your hold on your belief system is that tenuous, then perhaps you shouldn't read anything!

I don't read a lot of non-fiction, but I am working on fixing that, starting with Marie Antoinette - The Journey. Great book, hard to read in places. I keep putting it down, then I feel guilty, and pick it back up. I love history, and Marie Antoinette is an unforgettable historical figure. I need to re-new my committment to this book (and my spelling!).

I love to read, it's a great way to shake off the day (preferrably in the tub, with a glass of wine), or get through a snow day.

Reading is knowledge, knowledge is power, so pick up a book and read, your future depends on it!

All things PINK!

2008-03-27T23:00:00.003-06:00

Um, yeah, I really love pink! I also love black (you may have noticed), and leopard print. Sadly, there is no leopard print template, so black with shades of pink will have to do. Oh, why Pink? It makes me HAPPY!

Music

2008-03-27T22:25:00.002-06:00

I have been thinking about adding a playlist for a while. I see them on my friends sites, and I always think they are so telling. Personally, I think that the line "Eyes are the windows to the soul" is a bunch of crap - music is where it's at. Listen to some music, relax and focus on your true self. Not the person you want others to see, but the person you are inside, the person you care about, the one you protect at all costs, the one you share only with those you trust deeply. Ha, for me, that's not too many!

If you really want to get to know me, then listen to my music. I think this list is a pretty good expression of who I am - and it ain't neat, tidy or organized! I really love music, I mean, LOVE music! And I know exactly where it comes from - both of my parents are music lovers, dancers, who love to feel the rythm and let go. My brother, yep, he's the same way. We all love to dance. And this is where some of this music becomes so important, cause dancing doesn't count unless you FEEL it, right? The beat that gets your body moving, flowing, pulsing through you, to the point where you just can't sit still, you can't help but smile, cause you know what's about to happen. Just let go, let it take control for a while, let it move your body and your soul.

And that brings me to another point, the soul. I do believe in it, I can't help but believe. Why? Cause I am emotionally attached to it, that's why! When I am sad, and I really want to wallow in my sadness, I play something sad. However, when I am sad, I usually don't like to let it take control, so I play something happy, something that touches my soul and tells me "This too shall pass", so be strong! You may have noticed that almost all religions use music as a part of their ceremonies, services, etc. Whether it is hymns or chanting, music can awaken your soul to a whole new level of being. To put it in plain english, it makes you feel. Feel what? Just feel, alive, happy, hopeful.

I hope you like the music, I know, AC/DC may not be your thing, but I bet there is at least one song on this list that is. And since I saw fit to have them all co-habitate on one list, the least you can do is give them a listen. Let me know how it makes you feel, even if you feel like I am the goofiest person you ever met (the pleasure's all mine!), at least I made you feel!

Megan

2008-03-11T22:35:00.003-06:00

Just wanted to post more pics of my most favorite person ever! She rocks my world, and I have the best times with her. Through all the really hard struggles, she keeps smiling, hamming it up, and keeping it real. Man, you gotta love that girl!

Megan and Elizabeth

The Smooch!

Old Friends.

2008-03-07T22:47:00.002-07:00

I am so excited that this blog has given me the opportunity to reconnect with old friends, Heather, Candi, Nicki - it's so cool! I mean, really, I love my life, and this just makes it sweeter, so thank you Al Gore, for inventing the internet (hope you can hear the sarcasm!).

Megan and Mariah

2008-02-24T16:31:00.002-07:00

Just wanted to post some pics of Megan and her best friend Mariah, as they are just the cutest kids I know, especially when they are together. Nuff sed!

Back in the UK

2008-02-02T11:22:00.000-07:00

In keeping with my chronological theme, and wanting to keep distant friends updated, I think it is about time to describe my most favorite Christmas ever. In 2006, Megan and I went back to England for Christmas (the Muthaland!). It was my first time back in over 15 years, and since I finally have my Resident Alien Card (only took 10 years!), I can come and go as I please.

I cannot even explain the excitement I was experiencing prior to leaving. For years, I have adopted families in an effort to experience that familial feeling of togetherness. I have become a vampire, unable to survive without the lifeblood of families, and seeing those relationships grow and develop. Family is possibly the single most important element in our lives. Without it, we are meaningless creatures, with no way and no one to express our deepest feelings and desires to.

The thought of being back in my parents home, with the people I grew up with, the people who know me best (or think they do!), was almost too much to stand. Unable to focus on work, I spent evenings detailing and planning what I would pack, packing and unpacking our bags over and over. I checked our passports over and over, making sure everything was valid, and there was no way I would not be allowed into England.

On the day of travel, we got up early, and, having been ready to leave weeks in advance, we showed up at the airport hours before our flight was scheduled to leave. I mean, you never know, they could board the plane and leave early, right? The airport was packed with stranded travellers, whose flights had been cancelled due to severe weather. I seriously considered what I would be willing to do if my flight was cancelled, but in the end, our flight took off without a hitch. But, this was only the first leg.

Knowing that I would never be able to handle an 11 hour flight from LA to Gatwick, I left SLC for Minneapolis/St. Paul, which was our connection for the trans Atlantic portion of the journey. I had cut the connection pretty fine, only allowing 50 minutes between flights. Megan was a trooper, racing without need for instruction through the airport, heading for the new terminal. Whew, I wish I was more like her! So, we get to the new plane, huge big airbus, get settled, meet the very nice couple next to us, and sit and wait. And wait. And then we waited some more. Yes folks, after all that rush, and cutting it close, we sat for over an hour, waiting for other connecting flights. Well, no need to get upset about that, Northwest is a great airline to fly, and it's always nice to know that if you are late, they will be waiting for you!

Finally, we leave, and I am terrified. I am not great at flying, mostly because I usually fly on small planes, that get knocked around by the slightest amount of turbulence. However, things are different on this great big plane, you can barely feel a bump. It was the Cadillac of aircraft, big, overbearing, and unbelievably smooth. So, why am I still terrified? Well, lets just say that I am not sure I trust the physics involved in keeping these behemoth's in the air. And I watch way too much Lost. Thankfully, not too many tropical islands in the Atlantic.

Right, so here we are, Megan and me, settled in for the long haul. Put on a movie, listen to some music, play some Uno, generally killing time. Dinner comes around, and it is surprisingly edible. Watch another movie, and next thing, Megan is snoozing on my shoulder. Aghhh, NOT FAIR! That girl can sleep just about anywhere, where as I have difficulty sleeping in my own bed, let alone an airline chair. Oh well, more movie's and music.

Amazingly, without falling out of the air, we make it to England. Grab our stuff, head to immigration. Suddenly not so smooth. You see, Megan's last name is Teresinski, and mine is Johnstone. The agent starts questioning why I am travelling with a minor who has a different name. Can I prove she is my daughter? No, she just is, geesh, she looks just like me! (OK, maybe a little like John, but she got the good looks from me!) He finally accepts it as the truth (I think Megan saying "This really is my Mum, honest!", may have helped), and suggests we either get matching passports, or carry the divorce decree with us.

Then we walk through the maze of barriers and hallways, and there they are, my parents, on their home turf, waiting for me, my Mum is crying, I am crying, and everything is so RIGHT!

Well, as you know, there is nothing like Christmas with family, and even extended family, so now, for the photo's.

Christmas morning (the hats were a dead give away, right?). Alan, Hilary and Christian spent the holiday's with us. My dad is at the end of the table, and unfortunately, my mother has her back to us. However, she put on a fabulous breakfast, with smoked salmon and all sorts of goodies. Have I told you that my mum is possibly the best chef in the world? I don't think she really gets enough credit for it, but, oh my, give that women a few left overs, and she will turn out a gourmet meal! That's my dad at the end of the table, holding court, no doubt explaining some sort of Johnstone Christmas tradition to Megan.

More pearl's of wisdom from the Johnstone family patriarch. Can you tell from that she has become an expert at humoring him? She has also become an expert at being "Grandpoo's Girl". She see's a pair of boots she likes, he goes out and buys them. Not that she's spoiled or anything, just well taken care of!

Mum and Dad planned a big Christmas party of a dinner. Friends and family joined us for the festivities, and, indeed, it was a festivus to remember. Mum cooked a fabulous meal, and Dad made sure there was plenty of wine to keep things going strong all night. After dinner, the wheel of stilton was served, and the games came out. Clare and I had a great time visiting, catching up and generally goofing off.

I know I can count on my Dad to teach Megan all the important things in life. Always take your dishes to the sink, be respectful of others, and how to play Liar Dice. GrandPoo has it all covered, and as you can see, Megan is paying close attention.

I mentioned earlier that Megan got her good looks from me, but I really cannot take credit. You see, all the good looks and talent come from The Grandma. Not only is she the world's best chef (I am not exaggerating, honestly!), she is also a very talented artist, using various mediums to express her creativity (pen and ink, dried flowers, clay), she has the greenest thumb of any person you have met (I will post proof soon!) and she is beautiful. And fun to be around, quite the English Rose.

In between the fun parties and catching up with old friends, we visited the surrounding area. My parents live in Bosham, West Sussex. It is a beautiful old village, with a lot of local history. Bosham is the first Christian site in England. The old church in Bosham in built on the site of a Roman Temple. King Canute tried to hold back the tide in Bosham (his courtiers convinced him that he was powerful enough to control Mother Nature herself), and some guy name Harold left for France from here. Because Harold left from here, it is also featured in the Bayeux Tapestry. Check it out by clicking here: Bosham

Talking of the first Christian site in England, here it is. Bosham church really is a beautiful example of Norman architecture. At least, that is what I hear, since I really have no idea what Norman architecture looks like. But you have to admit, it is kind of cool.

The cemetary at the Church. You can see the lichen on the grave stones, and since lichen is pretty slow to grow, the excellent coverage gives you a good idea of how old these grave stones are.

Bosham harbor at low tide.

This was my first, and last, effort at being "artsy" with my camera. Lets face it, I am not the most creative person around, but even I can see a good picture when I see one. This thatched cottage backs onto a stream, and has a little patch of gravel in back. I just love the look of the thatch, the old brick and the timbers. This is just one of many thatched cottages in Bosham.

Feeding the ducks in West Ashling.

Doing the tourist thing at Portsmouth's Spinnaker Tower.

My posse, all grown up!

So, there it is, my first trip back to my homeland in far too long. I had the worst time coming back. Nothing felt right, and I spent hours online looking for a job and a home in England. After a few months, I started to settle back into my rythm of life. Work sucked me back in, and I got ready for the ride of my life, the MS150, but that is a whole other story!

Getting to Know You

2008-01-26T11:43:00.000-07:00

My friend Desiree sent this to me, so, read on, if you feel you need more insight into who I am and what I am about.

1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
Car payment
2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?
Too long ago to remember, I think I need to actually go out on a date one of these days, now, to find someone who wants to take me on a date!
3. Do you get jealous easy?
Sometimes, and I always feel badly about it
4. If you could go back and change one thing what would it be?
If I changed it, I wouldn’t have Megan, so no regrets!
5. Name of your first grade teacher?
Mrs Campbell, she was an evil witch, probably the reason I hated school for the rest of my life!
6. What do you really want to be doing right now?
Dancing, I was dancing as I got dressed this morning, and now I am watching Ellen dance, I need to dance some more.
7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?
An actress, or an equestrian, or a business women
8. How many colleges did you attend?
Chichester College of Technology
9. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?
Cause it accentuates my curves and I need all the help I can get
10. What are your thoughts on gas prices?
there is not enough room here to express my thoughts, but I think they should be higher, although if they were, people would just pay more, cause we live in a land of excess, what I really think is that people should be given some kind of tax break for driving hybrid vehicles, and companies should be awarded government grants for researching alternative fuels (and I mean seriously, not some fake, people pleasing grant), and, back to that tax break thing, in fact, I think people should not have to pay a sales tax on vehicles that use alternative fuels or are hybrid, and that tax on fuel should be hiked through the roof to pay for that tax break. It’s about damn time we started paying a realistic price for our lives of greed.
11. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you where would it be?
probably a quiet island in the Caribbean, Bahama’s or south pacific.
12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?
God, why won’t those children stop crying?
13. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
I hope I don’t still have this same headache in the morning, the same headache I have had for the past three days. I feel better now that I got up and danced!
14. Favorite style of underwear?
All of the above? What exactly is above? Please explain.
16. What errand/chore do you despise?
All of them
17. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer?
I have to be honest, probably not. Well, maybe sometimes, I don’t know, I am not good with that kind of commitment.
18. Get up early or sleep in?
Early is ok, just so long as I can have a cup of tea and some toast and marmite
19. What is your favorite cartoon character?
no one character, but I really love well drawn and thought out cartoons (I love lots of Disney movies, especially the ones with strong female characters), but right now, I love Avatar:The Last Airbender
20. Favorite thing to do at night with the opposite sex?
Snuggle
21. Have you ever found real love?
For such a simple question, it really is complicated. I think maybe I have, but I really don’t know.
22. When did you first start feeling old?
I haven’t yet, and I hope I never do.
23. Favorite 80's movie????
Pretty In Pink
24. Your favorite lunch meat?
chicken or ham
25. What do you get every time you go into Costco?
mango slices, I love them
26. Beach or lake?
beach, lake, no beach, no lake, aww, I can’t decide
27. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual?
Not if it means something to you
28. Do you own property?
not yet, but it is my goal
29. Favorite guilty pleasure??
doing nothing
30. Favorite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about?Can’t think of one
31. What's your drink?
Rum and Coke
32. Cowboys or Indians?
Neither
33. Cops or Robbers?
Robbers, at least you know what they are about, you can’t trust cops nowadays.
34. Who from high school would you like to run in to?
no one
35. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?101.9
36. Are you a protective bf/gf
Only when it matters
37. "The Cosby Show' or 'The Simpsons'
Neither
38. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back?
Again, if I took it back, I wouldn’t have Megan
39. Favorite type of chocolate milk?
not a big milk drinker, but I like the homemade, hershey’s syrup kind
40. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
David Bowie, I would enjoy looking at him and talking to him about his music, movies, inspiration and his take on life.
41. Indoors or Outdoors?
Outdoors, just not when it is cold!
42. Have you ever crashed a car or truck?
yes, I have to say I have
43. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its actual purpose?
Never..
44. Last book you read for real?
I just finished a Patricia Cornwell book, before that was Shadow of the Wind, and now I am reading Eat, Pray, Love, and it is GREAT!
45. Do you have a teddy bear?
Not anymore, I gave it to Megan, who, as it turns out, does not get attached to things, so it’s laying in a box somewhere.
46. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth?
on the back of a boat, in my swimmers, in the middle of the Atlantic, with two week old, stale water from the boats water tanks, my other choice was to dip my toothbrush in the ocean!
47. Somewhere in California you've never been and would like to go?
Hiking in the Sierra Nevada, I hear it is really beautiful
48. Do you go to church?
not any more, I just don’t believe you find God in a building, through a man paid to tell who and what God is, and telling you to “donate” your money to prove your love of God. God is all around, in the eyes of your family and friends, in the architecture of both nature and man, in art and music, in the bottle of wine and the food you prepared to enjoy with good company. God is the love you feel for the good times, and sorrow you feel for the sad times. When you feel, that is God.
49. Can you keep secrets?
yeah, just not about me.
50. Have you ever told someone a HUGE secret?
I don’t think I have ever heard a huge secret, what could be such a huge secret?

Chronological Order

2008-01-26T11:40:00.000-07:00

So, you may be asking yourself why a blog post from 2008 it about 2006? Well, this is my first blog, and I really wanted to memorialize my trip to DisneyLand, and then to the UK for Christmas. And, I really like things to make sense, to be in order, so I wanted my posts to be in chronological order. Of course, that doesn't work quite the way I planned, but you get my drift.

2008-01-06T15:29:00.000-07:00

In November, 2006, Megan and I went to Disney with my roommate Julie, two of her kids and her sister. We had a blast!

Megan is pretty excited to learn to drive, but right now, she needs to stick to bumper cars!

My little Pirate Princess!

I always wanted to drive a race car, but I think this will be as close as I get!

My First Blog

2008-01-06T15:05:00.000-07:00

And now for something completely different...my first ever blog post! Well, not counting myspace and facebook, this is my first "grown up" blog. Yeah, 37 and still trying to grow up (don't give up on me now!)

Megan (my daughter, and side kick in adventure), and I live in Herriman, Utah. We've been here mostly since 1998, except for a brief stint in Philadelphia. I have travelled all over these United States, and lived in many states, but have found my "home" in Utah. I firmly believe that home is wherever you make it, wherever you feel comfortable, wherever you lay your hat. Ok, I don't wear hats often, but you get the picture. I love Utah because it has so much to offer. Year round activities such as camping, hiking, biking, swimming, snow skiing, snow shoeing, cross country, and the list goes on. Also, you can't beat the peep's in Utah (people, for those of you not in the know). Peep's here are open, loving, fun and helpful. It is a state of diverse ideas (don't believe me, spend a year or two, it's true!). It doesn't matter what or how you believe, there is a place for you in Utah. I know, I know, how can it be possible? Well, let me tell you, it is. Of course, there are other great states, Arizona (gotta love it, but way too warm in the summertime), Florida (sailing, sailing and more sailing), Pennsylvania (foundation of America, anyone?), Washington (did we mention sailing already?). Ahhh, I love the Colonies!

Oh, by the way, I am British, (hence my reference to the Colonies), and I love the Muthaland! I went back for the first time in 15 years in 2006-2007 Holidays. Hung out with my parents for two weeks, visited old friends (apparently, I was a wild child, I know you find that hard to believe!) and generally just had a great time. I have posted photo's, and, of course, will post more. Since Megan and I are a fairly small family unit, we keep adopting families, so you will find pictures of our adoptive families here as well.

Laters, you all!