A daily photo-blog of my life as an American transplanted in the UK.
Monday, 16 November 2009
Year 2 Day 47: Dishes My Life
Oh the inconvenience of no longer owning a dishwasher. We had one when we moved in, but it wouldn't fit in the kitchen as the space left for it was entirely too narrow. That space now houses Myst's litter tray (which reminds me, I've been meaning to get a small, spring-loaded rail to hang a privacy curtain.)
::makes note to self::
I was so on top of things today. I didn't get a call for any work, so immediately after dropping Matt off at work, I headed to Asda to stock up on our survival items for the week. Cereal, stuff for sandwiches, etc. I won't bore you with the entire grocery list. I had to make a detour and get Matt's sandwiches from the fridge at home and to him at work for dinner since we forgot them on the way out the door. When I finally got home and put things away it was 10am so I started in on the washing up -- such a fun task.
I did make a list of "To-Do's," but after getting hooked on some Dog The Bounty Hunter and knitting by mid-day...it was time for my date with Dr. Phil. I don't remember the end of Dr. Phil because at some point I nodded off on the sofa while the list I made (to stay productive) stayed very UN-productively by the computer with only one item ticked off.
I woke up at 3:45pm to some 'baby daddy' results on Maury and from what only I can describe as a blink, it was all of a sudden then 4:45pm and past time to go and fetch Matt from work. I phoned him on hands-free to let him know that I had a late start and traffic was backed up. I quickly learned why when I got to the intersection and saw a large crowd and several sets of blue flashing lights. Initially I thought it was a car accident, but I realised there were no cars involved when I saw the crowd standing around what looked to be an 11 or 12-year-old boy on the pavement in the crossing. I couldn't tell if he had passed out or been hit by a car, but with all the emergency vehicles I will bet he was likely hit by someone running the lights at the crossing. I'll have to keep an eye out for the online version of the paper to find out.
From there...uneventful. Picked Matt up from work. Got home. Worked on some knitting. Ate. And now...blogging before bed.
After two and a half years in a long-distance relationship, I packed my life of 29 years into 21 boxes and moved to England to marry and be with my husband, Matt. Now I'm reveling in the youth of my 30s in Great Britain, supply-teaching in primary schools near Birmingham and enjoying newlywed life, being a mommy, and all the surprises they bring!