A white lab coat with a clipboard list of names
I'm well aware that I've hijacked this blog and it's become less about what I'm doing and more about what I'm thinking and reading and have found on the internet, but there are things the world needs to know, and I don't know who'll do it if I don't.
For example, we need to collectively decide to stop using the term "[insert noun, verb, adjective, whatever] is EVERYTHING." You know what is everything? A combination shampoo, conditioner, face, and body wash that works. That is everything. So until someone creates or finds that, stop.
Also, stop singing in public. The car is fair game. And you're exempt if you're under....8. Let's say 8. But if you're older than that and you walk down the sidewalk, singing along to whatever is pumping through your earphones from Spotify, you're not giving the world a gift, you're a weirdo.
And this one may sound a bit hypocritical (see above), but for God's sake, let's stop looking to get offended.
Ok, here are two amazing articles. This one is insane, please take the few minutes to read it and you won't regret it and then you won't trust ANYONE. Skim this one, just to get the gist. I always see these lists in airline magazines and wonder where they come from. And again, you won't trust ANYONE.
And so I suppose I should give you an update. I hope to have some good news regarding a job today, but I'm saving that so as not to jinx myself.
We've been spending our time doing all sorts of things: we recently went to a cooking class where we had unlimited wine but didn't eat until 9:30pm (naughty combo) but ultimately made an amazing lamb roast. About once a month we take friends to this local comedy show that's hosted in the horse stables of a closed-down brewery, where tickets are via email only and someone greets you at the gate in a white lab coat with a clipboard list of names and then you're locked in for the night. You can drink unlimited brews, which they continue to make on the property, and I regularly laugh until I cry which is a real surprise given that my sense of humor is SO sophisticated (insert bodily function joke). We lay in bed at night and talk about which companies we'd endorse if we were famous. Jamie tells me I cannot endorse Taco Bell but then reguse to associate myself with major soda brands because of health concerns. We go for swims in the fancy, quiet pool at the club Jamie's family is a member of, a real step up from our local leisure center's pool that is regularly closed because a kid "did a poo" in it. We cook big breakfasts while we play jazz records and read the papers on weekend mornings, and then we go for or cook a roast on Sundays afternoons. I nap. We try new restaurants I've found. We go for walks with friends. We plan long weekends in Europe that are cheaper than going to another state in the US - it's truly astounding and I feel lucky when I see a flight to Budapest for £49 but then, the next week, it's still there, and I realize that's the norm. I get Jamie cards for our monthly anniversaries and cook new recipes that he patiently eats on week nights. We hosted his family for pancakes on Fat Tuesday (the tradition over here). We politely defend the particulars of our home countries, even when it doesn't matter, because we're always going to be loyal. Jamie works a lot, I'm taking an online course on the development of FinTech. I'm doing an ab challenge that will work me up to 100 crunches and 2 minute planks in 30 days. Jamie surprised me with a wedding band (I bought a $7 one on Amazon to use for our City Hall ceremony). During the day, I see charity commercials for donkey sactuaries and lonely old folks, which genuinely take me from laughter to tears in a matter of a minute, and I watch so, so many cooking shows. Every morning, we wake up and find each other in bed and snooze for a few alarm cycles, then I tell Jamie about my dreams and he wonders what's wrong in my head, and then he leaves for work and I make the decision to get up or continue to snooze. It's increasingly the former, I am happy to announce.
There are so many things about this country I am growing to love, and there are so many things about home that I continue to miss.
For example, we need to collectively decide to stop using the term "[insert noun, verb, adjective, whatever] is EVERYTHING." You know what is everything? A combination shampoo, conditioner, face, and body wash that works. That is everything. So until someone creates or finds that, stop.
Also, stop singing in public. The car is fair game. And you're exempt if you're under....8. Let's say 8. But if you're older than that and you walk down the sidewalk, singing along to whatever is pumping through your earphones from Spotify, you're not giving the world a gift, you're a weirdo.
And this one may sound a bit hypocritical (see above), but for God's sake, let's stop looking to get offended.
Ok, here are two amazing articles. This one is insane, please take the few minutes to read it and you won't regret it and then you won't trust ANYONE. Skim this one, just to get the gist. I always see these lists in airline magazines and wonder where they come from. And again, you won't trust ANYONE.
And so I suppose I should give you an update. I hope to have some good news regarding a job today, but I'm saving that so as not to jinx myself.
We've been spending our time doing all sorts of things: we recently went to a cooking class where we had unlimited wine but didn't eat until 9:30pm (naughty combo) but ultimately made an amazing lamb roast. About once a month we take friends to this local comedy show that's hosted in the horse stables of a closed-down brewery, where tickets are via email only and someone greets you at the gate in a white lab coat with a clipboard list of names and then you're locked in for the night. You can drink unlimited brews, which they continue to make on the property, and I regularly laugh until I cry which is a real surprise given that my sense of humor is SO sophisticated (insert bodily function joke). We lay in bed at night and talk about which companies we'd endorse if we were famous. Jamie tells me I cannot endorse Taco Bell but then reguse to associate myself with major soda brands because of health concerns. We go for swims in the fancy, quiet pool at the club Jamie's family is a member of, a real step up from our local leisure center's pool that is regularly closed because a kid "did a poo" in it. We cook big breakfasts while we play jazz records and read the papers on weekend mornings, and then we go for or cook a roast on Sundays afternoons. I nap. We try new restaurants I've found. We go for walks with friends. We plan long weekends in Europe that are cheaper than going to another state in the US - it's truly astounding and I feel lucky when I see a flight to Budapest for £49 but then, the next week, it's still there, and I realize that's the norm. I get Jamie cards for our monthly anniversaries and cook new recipes that he patiently eats on week nights. We hosted his family for pancakes on Fat Tuesday (the tradition over here). We politely defend the particulars of our home countries, even when it doesn't matter, because we're always going to be loyal. Jamie works a lot, I'm taking an online course on the development of FinTech. I'm doing an ab challenge that will work me up to 100 crunches and 2 minute planks in 30 days. Jamie surprised me with a wedding band (I bought a $7 one on Amazon to use for our City Hall ceremony). During the day, I see charity commercials for donkey sactuaries and lonely old folks, which genuinely take me from laughter to tears in a matter of a minute, and I watch so, so many cooking shows. Every morning, we wake up and find each other in bed and snooze for a few alarm cycles, then I tell Jamie about my dreams and he wonders what's wrong in my head, and then he leaves for work and I make the decision to get up or continue to snooze. It's increasingly the former, I am happy to announce.
There are so many things about this country I am growing to love, and there are so many things about home that I continue to miss.
You are living the life! love love love.
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