Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
I keep meaning to write, but I really have nothing exciting or interesting to say. But I got sick of seeing the Fiber Bar entry, so here is a boring, uninteresting update. Read on if you dare… Because I have no kids, and don’t know too many people who do, I was completely oblivious to … Continue reading Checking In
No, not the fitness blitz that Neil and I started. This is an entirely different regimen. I realized last Friday night that I am completely and utterly ill prepared for a trip to the UK. I have completely and utterly lost any and all ability to hold my liquor. I thought the Cinco de Mayo … Continue reading In Training
Oh my hell. I love snowboarding, I really do – what I don’t love are the typical injuries that come along with it. I know most snow sports are inherently dangerous, and to date I’ve still hurt myself far worse skiing than I ever have snowboarding. But Sunday I took a tumble, and my poor … Continue reading Coc’d Up
I do believe I’m getting sick. I have perpetually dry eyes, a cough, exhaustion, sniffles – I figured it was just a matter of time. Problem is, I haven’t had the time to slow down enough to just get sick! I was really feeling ill on Friday, had a busy weekend, and was a mess … Continue reading Down with the Sickness
I was out shopping with Neil last night, picking up a few things at the local pharmacy. Since I had Gravol on my list, and had already been tasked with picking out an appropriate bubble bath for his new soaker tub, I asked him to run and grab some for me. He picks up the … Continue reading If you want something done right…
I never realized how handy that whole “opposable thumb” thing was, until one of them ceased working after I managed to fall upon it. And so I present to you, a list of things I’ve found great difficulty doing today. An (L) behind each thing denotes the fact that I ended up having to attempt … Continue reading Monkey Business
Diet Pepsi’s new Brown & Bubbly schtick isn’t going over so well with me. For someone who’s a lifelong sufferer of IBS, the phrase brings up thoughts of anything BUT (no pun intended) diet soda. I’m just sayin’… Continue reading Bad Marketing