A few weeks ago I got suckered persuaded, to run a 5k in Cambridge. I agreed because it’s for a good cause and that it’s still a few months down the road, which basically means I have plenty of time to practice for it. While one can walk this 5k, I want to do it properly and I had this oh so awesome plan to start running again for this 5K AND also to loose a few pounds… the same few pounds from a few months ago. I asked my friends for some tips on how to get started and
A few weeks ago a good friend of mine mentioned this thing called a Herman. I knew then that I should not have not chimed up but I did – it was like one of those childhood moment when you knew you shouldn’t do it but since all your friends were doing it, you did it too. Five days ago, via Facebook, this same friend said that Herman was ready to for me (and three others). It took me a good whole minute to figure out who/what this Herman was. My mind went sorting through the folds of my brain
Hubby thinks I suck at cleaning because I grew up with a maid (or three). I disagree. I know people who didn’t grow up with (or ever even had) a housekeeper who is not good at house cleaning. Personally, I think I am not too shabby. I dust, sweep, mop, etc. well enough (hubby think a lot can be improved). My issue, the reason why I “suck” at it, is: I hate don’t like it. I clean because I have eeky bathroom phobia, get itchy skin, and in general rather live in a clean and tidy place than a messy one.
A haircut that is. It’s about time, don’t you think? The problem is though, Jovie does not like scissors, or strangers. Getting Jovie to stay still while being trimmed is like trying to yank a lollipop out of her little hand – this girl LOVES her lollies!! It’s not too bad looking I suppose but I think sometimes before she starts pre-school this girl will need to learn how to stay calm during a trim. I have tried a few times to get some scissors near her but each time she always freaked out. A hairdresser told me to do
While my accent is still quite American my body has definitely become British! It was in the high 70s today and goodness my gracious, I was dying! We went to the Cambridge midsummer fair, celebrating its 800th year (which makes it the oldest fair in the UK – I’d think the world’s oldest too), and couldn’t stay too long. I remember last year, hubby and I had a good giggle because one of our neighbors was complaining about how hot it was to cook. It was no higher than 75 degrees (23.8C) that day and coming from Missouri we were
There’s one thing I really love about living here: Proximity to fun city. I LOVE Cambridge. It’s always busy and there are so many fun outdoor shops besides all sorts of sites and punting to do. I’ve never been a fan of inside malls. They smell funny — at least the ones in America. It’s not a stinky smell but they all smell odd. Somebody once told me that it’s the smell of the “buy buy buy perfume”. HA! There are a few shops that I love to hit when in Cambridge: John Lewis, it’s like a Sears but with