Blog - The Brit on the Block
The Great American West….
This past week I was fitted with a new mouth guard at the dentist. Apparently the purpose of this is to protect my teeth, and the millions of dollars I have spent on them, because at night, while dreaming about Mark Wahlberg, I grind my teeth.
Watch what you watch…….
Last night I watched my recorded Oprah show while I sat on the couch eating dinner. Oprah’s guest was Shirley MacLaine – you know, the lady who has lived many times, lives in New Mexico and sees UFO’s on a regular basis. That Shirley MacLaine.
Feet….
or some reason I find my current situation rather amusing. It is 10:30 pm and my husband is already fast asleep. He does that ‘male’ thing where he can turn his brain dial to ‘sleep’, and be in REM land within one minute.
Crap
Wow, who would have thought that something coming out of the rear end of a large mammal could make food taste…..better?
The Oscars
I hate Sunday nights – I try to squeeze as much time out of them as I can so that Monday morning won’t get here too quickly. I can remember feeling the same way about it when I was young and going to high-school (well the few times I went) –
Happy New Year!
I have decided to start my new year in February. There are several reasons for this. 1. I am usually in a bad mood in January 2. I like to be...
I am FAT………
This week I have 3 Christmas parties to go to. For 23 years, back when I was single and skinny, I would have given ANYTHING to have 3 parties to go...
The Ravings of a sick mind…..
few weeks ago I was bragging to all of you about how I was going to the gym. I was determined to finally lose all the post-pregnancy weight I have carried around for the past 34 years (funny how that works), and I was miraculously going to look younger and fitter, just by going to the gym.
Identity Crisis……
Last week I was very confused. On Monday, my mum went back to England. As I stood at the airport, watching her go through security (after she had chatted up the guy checking I.D’s), I felt the instant sense of being alone that you can only really feel at an airport. It was almost like being back in 1968, when I was an 8 year old kid she left standing on the steps at Boarding School, only this time I wasn’t the one crying, she was.
Working out SUCKS!
I have been religiously working out every day (except Sundays) for the past 3 weeks. I have not been on a diet, but I haven’t consumed my normal amounts of chocolate and vodka. Results…….absolutely bloody none.