What a beautiful morning!

Friday, June 28, 2013


Last April, I had the opportunity to spend a week in Stamford, U.K. for work.
(That's United Kingdom, by the way....)
Stamford made me feel like I was back in Jane Austen's time.
Walking down the cobbled streets going to the town center.
Browsing little curious shops and tea rooms.

Not only was imagination was satisfied.
My tummy was also very happy with Stamford.
Below are just some of the excellent meals that I ate while I was there.

French Pressed Coffee - EVERYDAY
I had this for breakfast everyday. Minus the fried bread. 

My First Meal in Stamford
Lunch at the Burghley House - braised pork belly!
Dinner Option #1

Dinner Option # 2
This Doner was so good, I had it 2x that week.
Lunch at a French restaurant near the office.

Cannot leave England without having a Pimm's.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Sad and Maddening

As I was trying to put a little bit of order in the kid's room just now, MiL started telling me about our next door neighbor who is finally moving to a nursing home. Just a bit of background about this woman next door - she's probably in her 70s, can barely walk or see, and a widow with no children. She's been getting by with the help of my MiL and other good hearted neighbors, and her niece who lives outside LexKy. She's really coming to that stage where living alone is no longer advisable, that's why she has to leave and move to a nursing home.

From that conversation, came a question from my MiL.
She asked, "if I have to go to a nursing home, do I have to sell the house?"
MiL pointed out that she'd rather not do that and wants to leave the house to her son.
We went back and forth on the reasons why moving to a nursing home and/or selling her home is not necessary.
What made me feel sad and upset was what certain people have told her.

When she mentioned to her friends that she wants to transfer the house to Jay now, these old women's advice was a resounding "NO". Their reasoning?
Transfering the house to her son's name, means she is giving up her rights to live in the house.
Which means, her son can throw her out of her home whenever he wants to.

Hearing that, I feel sorry for those paranoid bitches (yes, I called them BITCHES!) who told my MiL that. Obviously, in their family they dont have the sense of security that someone will care and love them at their advance age. It's so sad that they know that their own family will discard them like dirty old rags, therefore they would rather sell their properties, move to a nursing home, and just be done with their so-called-family.

I do understand that caring for the elderly or the sick (or both) is an energy and time zapper.
Yes, it is very big inconvenience to all involved, but the family that I grew up in, we just try to do our best. Despite how frustrated you sometimes feel about that person, or how old they are, you do not turn your back to family.
You respect that elderly person.
You care for them, the way they cared for you when you were growing up.
You do not throw them out or have someone else care for them.

So screw those paranoid bitches my MiL calls her friends.
I pity their sorry state of mind, but not sorry enough to not want to reach over and slap them so hard their head will concave!

Okay, rant over.

Monday, April 01, 2013

Easter 2013 Scavenger Hunt

The first 4 eggs of the scavenger hunt.
After writing the first 2 clues, my fingers got tired, so I switched to cursive,
which made it a little bit challenging for her to read the clues.

Clue #1

Clue # 2 - Since I lost the audio of the video, I can't post it at all. The clue though led her to the oven where she picked up the 3rd clue.

Clue #3

Clue #4

The Kids Are Alright...sometimes

A couple of days ago, I tweeted about how my faith in youth was restored.
I took the kid and her friend to the park after watching a movie, and did not realize that I dropped my phone on our way back to the car.
It wasn't until we were almost at our friend's house that I realized my phone was gone.
My friend told me that she was trying to call me when a boy answered my phone.
He told her that they found it in the playground.
The boy and his 2 friends waited until I was able to return to the park.

I thanked them profusely.
I told them that I would have give them cash but I only have $2 in my wallet.
The boy said cash was not necessary,
but if I can give them a ride to the store across the park.
I couldn't say NO.
On the way to the store, I found out that they were all high school students.
One goes to Tates Creek HS, the boy who found my phone is home schooled,
and his girl friend goes to Masterson Station HS.
All 3 kids were very polite.
Often answering "yes ma'm" or "no ma'm".

When they got out of the car, we thanked each other again
and wished each other a Happy Easter.

I was nervous but impressed on how polite they were.
I knew his friend tried to get him to ask for cash reward,
but he told his friend that he couldn't do that.
Which by the way, impessed me most!

Just when I feel like the youth of today is going down the toilet...
something like this happens that renews my faith.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Emma Talks to Dog

Here's a screenshot of that conversation.

Facebook Free Lent (2013)

Well, it's the home stretch.
Since Ash Wednesday, I was not even tempted to log-in on Facebook.
Which makes me think that maybe next year,
I might have to find something new to give up.
This was just too easy!

How about -
Meatless Lent 2014?
Candy/chocolate free Lent 2014?

Any suggestions?

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Snowman Watch

This SNOWMAN cup was the only cup left in the office kitchen.
It's like he is the last kid to be picked at games.
So to make it interesting for us afternoon tea drinkers, we (as in Tracy and I) decided to move Snowman and see how long it will take for someone to use him or move him somewhere else.

Day 1 - Snowman in the cupboard.
Will he still be there tomorrow? Tune in!