So Long, Farewell......

The time has FINALLY come for Chris and I to move up to Doncaster.  This Saturday we are saying goodbye to the caravan, the family, the amazing branch, the noisy trains, and the city of March.  Am I sad?  Yes!  I am sad because I have really grown to like my new family (especially my mother-in-law -- and that isnt kissing up -- she doesnt read this).  It is also scary to go to a new city that Chris and I know nothing about at all.  Chris is brave... he already has job interviews set up and doesnt know how to get to them.  I am going to hold things off until I get a little settled.   We are going to be staying with an old lady called Olga who is gone with her senior friends a lot and is legally blind.  I am wary of moving in with someone that I dont know at all but the other day when Chris called her (he always does, I dont understand anyone on the phone here) she asked if we wanted her to get us any food for when we come on Saturday.  I have a feeling it will be like living with a grandma - a grandma who I cant understand - but a grandma none the less.  It will be good to get on our own.  Olga informed us that she will be gone all next week.  I turned to Chris and asked, 'What are we going to do with a house to ourself?????!?'  It is something we've never NEVER had.  It will be strange for him to go to work each day, strange to have a bathroom in the same house as us, strange to have some space, and strange to have a closet -- we havent had one of those since we've been married.  I dont think she has the internet so it might be a while until I write again, but its my blog - you faithful readers are used to that!

A Near Death Experience....

The other night I couldnt sleep in the caravan.  Chris could and did - and he fell asleep about an hour before me.  I caught up on some writting and then settled in to bed.  Chris was snoring as usual.  I put in my earplugs and then he rolled over and grabbed my hand to hold it, and fell back asleep.  It was at an uncomfortable angle so I shifted my hand to make it more comfy for Chris.  A few minutes later it got really quiet.  Usually I can hear Chris snoring, even with my earplugs in, and I didnt hear anything so I thought to myself - he isnt breathing.  I looked at his shoulder against the light outside to see if I could see it rising up and down - nothing.  So I started to feel around on his wrist trying to feel for a pulse.... nothing.... trying for at least a minute, I started to get worried.  Then the second I took out my earplugs Chris snored SOOOO lound that it scared me to death!  He was breathing and then so was I and I was conforted in the fact that not only now I knew he was alive.... my heart was beating so fast, so was I!

*  We are moving to Doncaster next Friday!  Finally getting out of the lovely caravan (camper) that, after waking up to a large spider crawling in my sweatshirt (yes its that cold), pulling it out with my fingers and waking up with it dead under me, I am R-E-A-D-Y to leave it behind as a memory.

*  Speaking of spiders, there was a spider in the bathroom here that was as big as an adult female's whole hand.

*  And FYI, since Jamie is a boys name in England, we (Chris and I) are contemplating changing my name in England to McKayla... what do you think? 

That Lemon Fresh Scent...

Here is what happened to me last week:

Here in England they have lemonade but it is clear and fizzy - just like Sprite.

Chris and I were dying of heat the first few weeks here in England so we bought some lemonade and coke for refreshement.  When we were done with the bottle of drink we'd fill it up with water, freeze it and have it the next day.

A week or so after the weather turned cooler, I was getting ready for church in the trailer.  I didnt want to go up to the house and fight for the one bathroom with 5 people.  I needed to put some water in my spray bottle to do my hair.  I found an old bottle we had filled with water and poured that into my spray bottle.  I wet my hair down really well so I could achieve the style I was looking for and then proceeded to brush my teeth.  I didnt have any water left in the bottle so I just used the spray bottle instead.  I put the toothpaste on and carried on brushing.  When it was time to rinse I took a big swig from the spray bottle and began to wash my mouth out, but there was a problem. 

I got that taste in my mouth.... how do I describe it???  You know that taste of mixing LEMONADE and toothpaste????

I had accidently put flat lemonade all over my hair and just brushed my teeth with it.  I couldnt believe it. 

And what was I to do?  It was time for church so I just went and hoped everyone enjoyed my new lemonade hair styling product, and made a promise to myself NEVER to get ready for church in the trailer again.

Better Late, than never...... Right?

If I wrote on here everytime I thought about writing.... it would be full of stuff.... but, I havent.  So take this as my first blog from my new life in England.

I would love to be able to write a whole bunch of wondeful things about England (like I did in December), but the thing is... this is harder than I ever though it would be.  That is the real reason I havent written.  I dont want to sound too down or complain to much or give England a bad name :). 

It has been a hard adjustment.  I am living in a trailer (caravan) with Chris in the back yard (garden) of his parents house.  We are lucky that we've spent so much time together already, because, had we not we probably would have killed each other by now in the small space.  The first 2 weeks we got here the weather was awful.  HOT HOT HOT and no air conditioners.  I mean we're in England, who needs air conditioners?  AMERICANS!  And then after he heat comes the rain - and LOTS of it.  Much better than the head mind you, I'm not complaining!

Everything is different here - the scenery, the accent, the television, the words, the food, the people, EVERYTHING.  People here say 'blimey!' and 'fortnight'.

Everyone here has been really nice though.  I dont mind living with my in-laws (I can say that because it is short term). 

But through the good of England, all I can think about is home....  Utah.  I miss my family and my friends more than I ever thought possible.  It is like a part of me was left in America. 

But, I'm fine.  I always am.  I'll update on here more often.  Make sure you leave comments so I know its being read!!!