After pretty much two weeks of not participating, I pretty much forced myself out this week in order to get some pictures.  Lately it just seems like time has been getting away from me, in a bad sort of way.  In that one day it’s the beginning of the week – and the next the week is over and I havent accomplished one single thing.  Just madness of spinning in circles gaining no ground.  We had one day of no rain this week, and I forced myself out to get some pictures of this tree I have been eying.  We don’t get a lot of fall colors around here – mostly brown and yellow – so this red bush had really gotten my attention.

This is pretty much the color palette here until next Spring.

Pretty in its own way, but somewhat dreary too…

Some reason the red just screams fall to me.

This little blueberry tree was living beside the bush, and had the same fall like color.

In the search for fall colors I was pleasantly surprised to see this little flower still holding out.

I shared this earlier but I cant help but post it again.  On our way back from town I was complaining (in my mind) about the lack of color in fall.  I was mentally writing this post when I had finally settled on the words “The problem with fall is that it doesnt have the bright colors I love.  It is brown, dead and boring.”  And literally seconds later this rainbow appeared.

It stayed long enough for us to drive home, get Nik, and drive back to the water.  Probably less than five minutes, but it never lost its vibrant bold colors.

Between Amanda and I we have decided that this fall/winter season is NOT going to get the better of us – and that instead of dreading it, we are going to make the best of it.  Meaning that we have attempted to make a list of things we want to accomplish this year / something to do everyday.  One of the things on my list was to decorate the office for fall…

The pictures didnt turn out that great, but I was pretty happy with the results.  Another thing I had wanted to do this week was make these candy corn cookies.  Maybe this week?

Its crazy amazing just how fast time has been flying by these past few weeks.  Its not that I havent wanted to blog, or haven’t thought about it, its just that I didn’t realize so much time had passed since I last posted anything.  Funny how that works – just Tuesday I was contemplating how “Monday was just yesterday, yet tomorrow the week will be over.”

And look here!  The week is now over!  Another week, I should say.

Earlier today as we were driving home I was contemplating fall.  I absolutely hate fall.  I was going over all the many reasons WHY I hate fall, and finally decided the biggest reason I hate it is because the lack of color.  Atleast here when fall comes everything just turns an ugly shade of yellow or brown.  I have seen pictures of fall in other places where there are bright reds and oranges but here, there is a grey backdrop, rain, and soggy dead leaves.  Such a contrast from our green summers.  I was writing a post in my head about the lack of color in fall – when we rounded the corner and saw the biggest rainbow I have ever seen.  Literally, right in front of us.


It was pretty amazing.

And a much needed reminder on this dreary day.

Hope you have a fun filled, happy weekend!

“When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you dont throw away your ticket and jump off.  You sit still and trust the engineer.”

“Am I so arrogant to believe that the only things that cant be true are those things that make sense to me?”

I was hesitant about posting this today, there are so many things that I love (when I really think about it) that taking a picture of each and every thing would be impossible.  So this is just a disclaimer that this isnt even the tip of the iceberg.

Light peeking out from behind the clouds on a dreary day?  Love.

Coffee?  Um, yea, Love!

Flowers 🙂 Love!

Mmmm.  Love!

Dogs, Love!

And finally, Love you…

I often feel that animals of the annoying breed, are taunting me. For instance, we have some flies that seem keen on coming in the house. They annoy me, and seem to know it. I have tried multiple reasoning strategies with them, none of which have worked so finally as a last case resort I filled a bottle with soap and water and went all out nuts on these flies. Accomplishing my goal – minus one fly. Who, took it upon himself to fly into my FACE every few minutes as if saying “Cant get me!” Im sure the neighbors wondered why I was doing karate styled moves in the kitchen while yelling things like “ILL GET YOU!” in hindsight I can see that the poor fly was probably just as confused as I was and in a frantic effort to fly away home – he kept flying into me, probably scaring himself at the same time.

But lately, there is another problem (much bigger than flies) that has been driving me crazy. We have a rat or mouse (depending on what google page you want to believe) living in one of our walls here at the shop. I have done everything to try and give him the impression that he IS NOT WELCOME here. I have emptied all his stashes of dog food, we have taken the dog food up at night, I have cleaned, and vacuumed out his houses (yes he has many) and still – he refuses to pack his mouse bags and leave.

The other day I heard him. A very distinctive mouse like sound coming from the piano. Mom had mentioned a few days prior that while playing the piano the mouse had attempted to “Help” her. This combined with the now suspicious noises coming from the piano led me to my belief that I could and would end this mouse business that very night. Armed with absolutely nothing, I marched boldly to the piano and removed the bottom door. I heard mice feet run up the piano, and smiled, knowing how to get him to come down. I opened the top, mouse feet ran down. Knowing the bottom was already open, I got down on all fours to see what I could see. And that is when I came face to face with the monster living in our walls.

Now, Im not scared of mice or rats, Im much more scared of spiders and bears. But staring into the beady little eyes of this gremlin I let out a scream and took off across the office floor. Just as I jumped onto the safety of my chair, I heard him, racing across the floor as well before disappearing into the wall. I let out another scream. Just for good measure, and vowed to end this mice business.

Ever since then, the mouse, has been taunting me. Every morning there is a little pile of “Something” outside his hole. One morning there was some insulation. The next morning, a small pile of rocks, another morning there was some mice droppings. Each and every morning I have busted into moves to stop this mouse from ruining our wall. To no avail.

We have tried live traps, baiting with peanut butter, cheese and even dog food. But he hasn’t even taken the bait. A customer set us up with a bucket/soda can styled trap – it has sat there, tin can hanging on for dear life with a little hint of peanut butter on it for the past three weeks. And still, nothing.

Each evening I plug the mouse hole up. Hoping that someday, he will give up and push the rocks out of the way for the final time. So far, that hasn’t happened. Because this morning, when I went to check for holes – this is what I found.

See it?  The evil eyes?  The fangs?  The go ahead and try to catch me taunt??

Let the games begin, little mouse friend.

September 21, 2012
One great thing about living in another country, is that when you say something that sounds wrong, or isn’t pronounced right, you can just say “Well that’s how we say it in the US” and no one knows any different. 🙂

Bathroom vs Wash closet

Here in England, if you ask someone where the “bathroom” is, and you will probably get funny looks. Bathroom, to British people means “room with a bath in it.” I still refer to it as bathroom though, because to me “Wash closet” sounds like a strange little room, one that I would never go into. Of course, you could ask for the “Loo” or the “Toilet” but those sound strange as well. Since “toilet” here refers to the bathroom, not necessarily the actual toilet itself, be prepared for the problem of mental images when someone says they were “In the toilet” always picture someone literally in the toilet….perhaps putting their foot in there or something.

Sidewalks vs pavement

I still say sidewalk because well, pavement to me means “Any paved surface.” If someone asks “Did you ride your bike on the pavement?” They mean “did you bike on the sidewalk?” I say yes to that, because I ride my bike on both the road and the pavement. That way, when someone asks, I dont have to remember which is which.

Am I standing on the sidewalk or pavement?

Big words! Rendezvous, Crèche, Fête vs Normal Words

All of these big words only exist to annoy me. I don’t know what they mean, or why they exist. I’ve survived perfectly well for the past 24 years without ever having to use a single one of them. When you ask someone from England WHY those words exist, they just blame the French. Typical. Of course, that’s something the US has in common with England, is blaming the French for everything. We ascribe french fries and french toast to them, while the British credit their vocabulary, silly traditions, dips in the economy, and…. pretty much anything else they don’t want to take credit for.

Tea vs Tea

This one is confusing!
“Tea can mean literally tea, or it can mean ‘dinner’ depending on situation, to differentiate between if someone is referring to the drink or food, all you have to do…is simply read their mind. 😀 I always assume drink, and that’s usually a safe guess. Because your average British person must drink something like an average of 14.8 cups of tea throughout the day, but they usually only have one dinner. So, statistically speaking chances are it will be the drink they are referring to. To play it safe tho, say “yes please, no sugar” that way if it IS dinner they are referring to, they can give you even stranger look than they did when you asked earlier where the “bath-room” was.

Rows of tea in the shop

Herbs and ‘erbs

This one annoys me. As a kid, even up until very, very recently I had always said Herb instead of ‘erb. It made sense to me, and I had somehow learned it as “Herb” and it had been stuck in my mind as that ever since…only fairly recently when I had somehow managed to untrain my brain and say ‘erb; the correct American pronunciation. Once over here in England though, I soon realized that everyone said “Herb” “HEY” I said, “That’s not fair! How come you can say Herb and I cant!” Well, now I can, so now I have to retrain myself…all over again.

Biscuit vs. Cookies

One time I made biscuits, I asked David to try one to see what he thought. He took a bite, and made a funny face. “Well,” he said honestly “They aren’t really sweet at all”
“Well, NO they’re not supposed to be. I said, They ARE biscuits after all.”
“Oh…ok” said David.Later I remembered that “biscuit” means “cookie” here. No wonder David was confused why I made cookies without any sugar! Sugar free biscuits anyone? They go great with tea! Dinner and otherwise.

Cookies of biscuits? JD wants the ones with sugar!

Brilliant!

Everything here is brilliant. Everyone says brilliant many times during the course of a conversation. If you don’t know what to say, or if you didn’t understand something that was just said, just say “brilliant”

Doughnut

Someone who is NOT brilliant. “Everything was brilliant until that doughnut showed up”

Fortnight

The first time I heard someone say this, I thought that they were being silly and pretending to talk in Old English. But fortnight is really still used here, and apparently means “two weeks.
“Person: “Would you like to come over for tea in a fortnight?”
Me: “Ummmm, maybe? I’m not really sure…what that means, but sure”

Pence vs Penny

Sometimes I will mix up “pence and penny” I will say something like “How much pence is needed to buy this?” Which probably sounds like someone saying “How much pennies do I need to buy this?” Pence is the plural for penny here, not ‘cents’ there’s no cents here, no ‘sense here’ either…excuse the pun, I had to throw it in since we’re talking about England, where puns first originated. Of course, there are two pence coins here too, just to confuse things a bit.

A Brew

Mom will be pleased to hear, that when we were at someone’s house and they offered us a “brew” we promptly turned them down.
“Oh no” We thought… we didn’t want any…um…home brewed alcohol.
“What!” They said “You dont drink… coffee?”
“OH coffee, sure we will have some coffee!”
“Make a brew” here does not refer to home-brewing some sort of alcohol, it just means… coffee. When in England, never turn down a “brew”