Thursday 20 August 2009
I just heard this the other day and remembered how good it was. Enjoy and listen!
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of . . .
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing . .
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss . .
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch . . .
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…
even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Friday 19 June 2009
Ah summer . . .
I love English weather. I know, stereotypical English conversation, but really, it is pretty cool around here. One or two days of blazing hot heat, the next we have thunder and lightening, then the next it is freezing and windy. I love the variety. But it does mean I have to carry a 'brolly' wherever I go just in case. That is slang for umbrella by the way.
Most of you know by now that my mother and stepfather surprised me for my birthday. How amazing was that? Being the oldest kid I kinda, not intentionally, get left by the wayside a lot. AND I never get quality time with my parents alone. So it was really heart warming when I realised that two of the people I love most in the world would set up this whole surprise months in advance and flew over just to see me. It was incredible. I blubbered like a baby and lost all self control when I realised it was my mother and Jimmie walking into the Tapas Bar where my friends, John and I were sat. Then John turns to me and says, 'Baby, I'm so sorry I lied to you about your mother coming to visit, but it was for a good cause.' Yep, that is my man.
Then I had an amazing time with them, having them meet John, having John meet them, having them meet our friends. I think all groups approved of each other. Jimmie, everyone is still talking about your sense of humour over here. Mom, everyone is impressed with your intellect and your wit. When are you coming back?
This week has been extremely hectic. I had to get my certificate of work sponsorship from my employer taken care of and then get my visa application posted out all in the same week. Getting the person who is suppose to do my paperwork, you know, actually look at it for my sponsorship, has been close to impossible, I have been trying since the beginning of May. AND of course she tells me on Tuesday when I meet her it can take up to six weeks for the Border Agency to process my Visa once the sponsorship is done. AND of course that day was exactly six weeks almost to when I leave for Montana to visit my father. Did I mention that I had to post my passport, my license, my work permit, my current visa, my birth certificate to these people. Yeah, I have no identity right now. So yeah, it has been a mad dash of reading the 48 pages of guidance for the 52 page application for my visa and make sure that I don't make one single little insy binsy mistake. They will just reject it if I do. Then I had to compile all my paperwork, put it in the correct order, etc. and mail that out with the application as well. All while doing end of the year reports, getting work ready for those that aren't going on the school trip and oh, packing for the school trip to Wales.
Ah, Wales, now I am off to Wales. Not sure how I feel about this. I had a great time last year but this year the schedule is different. We came back on a Friday last year and I had all weekend to pretty much recover before I went to work the next Monday. This year we are leaving on a Friday, coming back on a Tuesday and I have to get to work the next day all the way through Friday. Is my headmaster nuts?????????
Anywho, will let you know how it goes. Like I said, I enjoyed it last year and this year hopefully won't be as nailbiting (caving and going into a mine) as last year. Um . . . hopefully . . . .
Most of you know by now that my mother and stepfather surprised me for my birthday. How amazing was that? Being the oldest kid I kinda, not intentionally, get left by the wayside a lot. AND I never get quality time with my parents alone. So it was really heart warming when I realised that two of the people I love most in the world would set up this whole surprise months in advance and flew over just to see me. It was incredible. I blubbered like a baby and lost all self control when I realised it was my mother and Jimmie walking into the Tapas Bar where my friends, John and I were sat. Then John turns to me and says, 'Baby, I'm so sorry I lied to you about your mother coming to visit, but it was for a good cause.' Yep, that is my man.
Then I had an amazing time with them, having them meet John, having John meet them, having them meet our friends. I think all groups approved of each other. Jimmie, everyone is still talking about your sense of humour over here. Mom, everyone is impressed with your intellect and your wit. When are you coming back?
This week has been extremely hectic. I had to get my certificate of work sponsorship from my employer taken care of and then get my visa application posted out all in the same week. Getting the person who is suppose to do my paperwork, you know, actually look at it for my sponsorship, has been close to impossible, I have been trying since the beginning of May. AND of course she tells me on Tuesday when I meet her it can take up to six weeks for the Border Agency to process my Visa once the sponsorship is done. AND of course that day was exactly six weeks almost to when I leave for Montana to visit my father. Did I mention that I had to post my passport, my license, my work permit, my current visa, my birth certificate to these people. Yeah, I have no identity right now. So yeah, it has been a mad dash of reading the 48 pages of guidance for the 52 page application for my visa and make sure that I don't make one single little insy binsy mistake. They will just reject it if I do. Then I had to compile all my paperwork, put it in the correct order, etc. and mail that out with the application as well. All while doing end of the year reports, getting work ready for those that aren't going on the school trip and oh, packing for the school trip to Wales.
Ah, Wales, now I am off to Wales. Not sure how I feel about this. I had a great time last year but this year the schedule is different. We came back on a Friday last year and I had all weekend to pretty much recover before I went to work the next Monday. This year we are leaving on a Friday, coming back on a Tuesday and I have to get to work the next day all the way through Friday. Is my headmaster nuts?????????
Anywho, will let you know how it goes. Like I said, I enjoyed it last year and this year hopefully won't be as nailbiting (caving and going into a mine) as last year. Um . . . hopefully . . . .
Thursday 9 April 2009
Swearing of the Horns
I am now a Freeman of Highgate people!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swearing_on_the_Horns
Last night John and I participated in the ceremony at the Wrestlers in Highgate.
It is a great old pub located right next door to Charles Dickens' house. In signing up we donated five pounds to Children with Leukemia. We had to stand in the centre of the pub with a group of people also taking the oath. Two men came out dressed as judges with full on white hair wigs, one holding a scroll with the oath and the other holding the horns. As the judge with the scroll read out the oath in parts, we had to answer as instructed by the horn judge when to respond with 'I do Father' It is quite a humorous oath and received many laughs and hoots from participants and witnesses throughout the ceremony. It was good fun. Once done we were called forth by name to receive our official Freeman of Highgate certificate and to kiss the horns as a sign of our oath.
My only complaint would be that only the men got to drink out of metal tankards for the occasion. I took the oath too people!!!!!
Now our names will be down on the 400 year old list for posterity and our money has gone to a good cause. We are part of a long and fun tradition. Woo hoo!!!!
Saturday 4 April 2009
Springtime in England
Hello everyone,
One thing I am really beginning to enjoy is the change in seasons. Growing up in California I always said that we had two seasons, rainy and hot. Here you have autumn with its rainbow of leaves and chill in the air, winter with its snow that stops everything in London and springtime. I would have to say spring is my favourite time. Right around the beginning of March, shoots of daffodils start sprouting up everywhere . . . and I do mean EVERYWHERE! They are around every tree, smack dab in the middle of every lawn, on hillsides as my train passes by . . . . everywhere. They are pretty much like weeds when it comes to growing. But people don't think of them as weeds . . . . they are the first sign of spring. After that the trees begin to bloom. They bloom in a wide variety of pinks, yellows, whites and they bloom in little, medium and full on flowers that you could hold only in both hands . . . . it is a pastel rainbow. So imagine this . . . . green grass, bright yellow daffodils growing out of the grass around trees that are blooming in bright colours all over. Yep, it is beautiful, VERY beautiful. Now the leaves are starting to sprout as well so you have that lovely new leaf shade of green coming in behind the blossoms too. For the most part the weather has turned around and been very warm. When Joe was here it didn't rain or cloud over all week.
Not only that but events start to take a turn here as people come out of their warm winter houses for annual traditions such as The Boat Race and The Grand National. The boat race was last weekend and has been going on for over 155 years. It is a rowing race between Oxford and Cambridge on the Thames but all you need to say to someone is, "Yeah, the boat race is today!" and they will know exactly what you are talking about. Since Cambridge couldn't be bothered to admit John for university, yes he got that close, we support Oxford. Yes, all future little Rivers children will be Oxford supporters and hopefully . . . . alumni. Anywho, not to spoil your fun, but in the last two years we have seen Oxford slaughter Cambridge by whole boat lengths! Go Oxford!
Today is the Grand National . . . . think National Velvet with Elizabeth Taylor. All the newspapers cover it, news tv, radio . . . everything. Everyone talks about it all week before as well. It is a HUGE deal. Today we are heading up to a pub to meet friends and make a few friendly bets. You have to be really sure of what horse you are betting on here because horses die in this race. It is that cutthroat and dangerous.
Other than that I have my QTS assessment my first day back from term break . . . YES I am on holiday! Yeah!!!! John is waiting to hear back from Random House after his second interview. Thank you for all your prayers and well wishes. He was pretty much fed up with Harper Collins before he was made redundant anyway and is being very positive and proactive about his situation. Again, we really appreciate your support.
Now I am off to eat my breakfast and drink my coffee. Hope my description of springtime in England sends a beautiful pastel picture into your minds that will bring a smile to your face. Love you all.
One thing I am really beginning to enjoy is the change in seasons. Growing up in California I always said that we had two seasons, rainy and hot. Here you have autumn with its rainbow of leaves and chill in the air, winter with its snow that stops everything in London and springtime. I would have to say spring is my favourite time. Right around the beginning of March, shoots of daffodils start sprouting up everywhere . . . and I do mean EVERYWHERE! They are around every tree, smack dab in the middle of every lawn, on hillsides as my train passes by . . . . everywhere. They are pretty much like weeds when it comes to growing. But people don't think of them as weeds . . . . they are the first sign of spring. After that the trees begin to bloom. They bloom in a wide variety of pinks, yellows, whites and they bloom in little, medium and full on flowers that you could hold only in both hands . . . . it is a pastel rainbow. So imagine this . . . . green grass, bright yellow daffodils growing out of the grass around trees that are blooming in bright colours all over. Yep, it is beautiful, VERY beautiful. Now the leaves are starting to sprout as well so you have that lovely new leaf shade of green coming in behind the blossoms too. For the most part the weather has turned around and been very warm. When Joe was here it didn't rain or cloud over all week.
Not only that but events start to take a turn here as people come out of their warm winter houses for annual traditions such as The Boat Race and The Grand National. The boat race was last weekend and has been going on for over 155 years. It is a rowing race between Oxford and Cambridge on the Thames but all you need to say to someone is, "Yeah, the boat race is today!" and they will know exactly what you are talking about. Since Cambridge couldn't be bothered to admit John for university, yes he got that close, we support Oxford. Yes, all future little Rivers children will be Oxford supporters and hopefully . . . . alumni. Anywho, not to spoil your fun, but in the last two years we have seen Oxford slaughter Cambridge by whole boat lengths! Go Oxford!
Today is the Grand National . . . . think National Velvet with Elizabeth Taylor. All the newspapers cover it, news tv, radio . . . everything. Everyone talks about it all week before as well. It is a HUGE deal. Today we are heading up to a pub to meet friends and make a few friendly bets. You have to be really sure of what horse you are betting on here because horses die in this race. It is that cutthroat and dangerous.
Other than that I have my QTS assessment my first day back from term break . . . YES I am on holiday! Yeah!!!! John is waiting to hear back from Random House after his second interview. Thank you for all your prayers and well wishes. He was pretty much fed up with Harper Collins before he was made redundant anyway and is being very positive and proactive about his situation. Again, we really appreciate your support.
Now I am off to eat my breakfast and drink my coffee. Hope my description of springtime in England sends a beautiful pastel picture into your minds that will bring a smile to your face. Love you all.
Thursday 22 January 2009
John's 30th Birthday
First of all, thanks to all of those who sent John emails, cards, etc. He is the most important person in my life and it really makes me feel good that those I care about support him. I love you guys.
John and I decided after all the 30th birthday parties we had been to, to keep it low key. We had it at one of our favourite locals, the Winchester. Hopefully, when we move to Highgate later this year we will consider it our definite local pub. Everyone came from all over to celebrate John's birthday bash and it was a good celebration, but I am getting ahead of myself.
I have been trying to get my QTS, qualified teacher status in this country, as quickly as possible. Because I have been working so hard I have been offered a contract, starting February 1st, to stay with the school I am currenlty at. They are going to keep me as long as they can so I am secure in staying here forever! Isn't that great? I enjoy it, don't mind the distance so much, and can see me working there a long time, or at least until John and I have kids, then we both agree we need to get out of the big city!!!!
Anywho, I had two lesson observations the week before John's birthday so I didn't really get to his decorations or etc, until the Friday that school got out, his birthday being the next day, the 17th. Fortunately, I had my wonderful friend Kyla, a Canadian teacher I met over here, who came over Friday night with her boyfriend Dan (an Englishman friend of John's I set her up with a year ago! Woo hoo!) and between the two of them they created great posters of an assortment of John's life in pictures courtesy of his mother. She steathily handed them to me when we left after Christmas and I grouped them into what I thought were appropriate themes.
They spent the night with us, Dan is currently in the middle of the renovation from hell, and Kyla and I took off running after serving John his favourite breakfast, breakfast burritos. We got balloons, decorations, baked a cake, Kyla (who worked ten years in a bakery) decorated the cake. Finally we got all the decorations up, the cake done, and we were ready to go. All the while, typical Engish boy, John was with his friends, who one by one joined him, including Dan who deserted us. .. in the pub. ;-)
Finally the party began, the posters, streamers, and balloons were up, John was there and so was everyone else from all aspects of his life. Kyla bought him a flashing light pin that said 30 on it. He, (somewhat grudgingly) wore it with pride. The pub played all of his favourite music, turned down the music for his cake and it was magnificent. When asked to make a speech John turned immediately to me and said to everyone that I was the light of his life and the most amazing person he has every known, hands down.
I didn't even feel that I had done that much!, But I am happy that he had a good time. Wish you all could have been there. When I have my 33rd birthday party in May, John's family and friends intend to come out and help me celebrate. They have really taken me in with open arms, I have never felt alone or purposely left out. If you can make it, you are all invited! It is a bank holiday weekend so Monday will be off for us all!
John and I decided after all the 30th birthday parties we had been to, to keep it low key. We had it at one of our favourite locals, the Winchester. Hopefully, when we move to Highgate later this year we will consider it our definite local pub. Everyone came from all over to celebrate John's birthday bash and it was a good celebration, but I am getting ahead of myself.
I have been trying to get my QTS, qualified teacher status in this country, as quickly as possible. Because I have been working so hard I have been offered a contract, starting February 1st, to stay with the school I am currenlty at. They are going to keep me as long as they can so I am secure in staying here forever! Isn't that great? I enjoy it, don't mind the distance so much, and can see me working there a long time, or at least until John and I have kids, then we both agree we need to get out of the big city!!!!
Anywho, I had two lesson observations the week before John's birthday so I didn't really get to his decorations or etc, until the Friday that school got out, his birthday being the next day, the 17th. Fortunately, I had my wonderful friend Kyla, a Canadian teacher I met over here, who came over Friday night with her boyfriend Dan (an Englishman friend of John's I set her up with a year ago! Woo hoo!) and between the two of them they created great posters of an assortment of John's life in pictures courtesy of his mother. She steathily handed them to me when we left after Christmas and I grouped them into what I thought were appropriate themes.
They spent the night with us, Dan is currently in the middle of the renovation from hell, and Kyla and I took off running after serving John his favourite breakfast, breakfast burritos. We got balloons, decorations, baked a cake, Kyla (who worked ten years in a bakery) decorated the cake. Finally we got all the decorations up, the cake done, and we were ready to go. All the while, typical Engish boy, John was with his friends, who one by one joined him, including Dan who deserted us. .. in the pub. ;-)
Finally the party began, the posters, streamers, and balloons were up, John was there and so was everyone else from all aspects of his life. Kyla bought him a flashing light pin that said 30 on it. He, (somewhat grudgingly) wore it with pride. The pub played all of his favourite music, turned down the music for his cake and it was magnificent. When asked to make a speech John turned immediately to me and said to everyone that I was the light of his life and the most amazing person he has every known, hands down.
I didn't even feel that I had done that much!, But I am happy that he had a good time. Wish you all could have been there. When I have my 33rd birthday party in May, John's family and friends intend to come out and help me celebrate. They have really taken me in with open arms, I have never felt alone or purposely left out. If you can make it, you are all invited! It is a bank holiday weekend so Monday will be off for us all!
Sunday 21 December 2008
Christmas Greetings and Great News
Hello all,
Am sitting here, finally on holiday with most of my Christmas shopping done. I have been crazy busy this past term trying to get a lot of my QTS, qualified teacher status, stuff done and trying hard to impress the school with my teaching skills. I am about 2/3 of the way there in the QTS department. But, the best news is . . . . .
I have been offered a teaching contract for three years starting next school year at St. Joseph's Catholic Primary in Barking. I like the school, the staff are lovely and the curriculum is very challenging to teach. The borough is going to pay for my new work permit and sign me up for three years, all the way to 2012. After that I can apply for 'indefinite leave to remain' and sign a permanent contract with the school. This means that starting in the fall I will have sick days, holiday pay, a raise in pay and can start a pension! Woohoo!
It has been really rough, I am not going to lie, but the experiences I have had have been worth it. I love it here so much and want to stay. I know some of you are waiting for me to come back to LA, but well, I think it IS just going to be for visits from now on ladies and gents.
Yesterday I was walking down Oxford Street doing some Christmas shopping with John for his family. The chestnut sellers were out, along with carolers and metal drum bands playing classic Christmas songs. There were cider and mulled wine stands about for the warming of the tummies. The decorations on the street were amazing and I even got to see Santa. Once we were done, we met up in a pub with all of our friends who were also doing their shopping on Oxford Street as well. We sat right by a coal fire and chatted, showing off presents and just sharing our time with each other. It was good fun. After that we went to a bar in Soho that played classic rock and roll and danced our night away to Elvis and Run Around Sue.
Today was wrapping presents, having breakfast burritos for breakfast (What?? You can take the girl out of California, but you can NEVER take California out of the girl!) and just enjoying a warm cup of tea by our Christmas tree as the cold wind blew outside.
I have come to appreciate winter and the coldness here as an integral part of the season. I think it was just the massive amounts of snow, mean people and gray skies that always bothered me in Montana. Here it can be gray as well, but somedays, it is just so beautiful and clear. It hardly snows at all and never sticks for more than a few hours, if we are lucky. Transportation or difficulty walking are not an issue. Not only that, but England knows how to do cold weather right. They have warm cider, tea and mulled wine to drink. They have hearty dishes like roast lamb and duck that taste perfect while sat next to a coal fire. I am really starting to enjoy the tea in the afternoons and it is truly amazing how tea CAN sort out a bad mood or most other problems. It is MAGIC I am telling you! I still have my coffee in the mornings . . . . oh must start morning off with coffee NOT tea, but in the afternoon tea is the perfect pick me up.
All TV shows and music do eventually come here. I am pretty much caught up on all TV shows by the end of summer. The CSI's will run starting in January, then when they are done in the spring Criminal Minds, NCIS and Ghost Whisperer start; as well as Cold Case. Heroes runs the same time as it does in America, Arthur Patrelli just died . . . . again, for those that watch the show. I do miss 'The Amazing Race' but can catch reruns of previous races, so eventually ones that I haven't seen will pass me by.
John is fine, wonderful, the best thing to happen to me ever. He is realising he is getting old as his 30th birthday approaches, 17th of January, and he is starting to ache. He is still working for Harper Collins and still enjoys being creative with the books and clients he is in charge of.
In the Spring John and I are most likely moving to a new home in Muswell Hill, further North. Our friend Dan is looking to get a job for two years abroad and needs someone to look after his house. It is a simple row house, with a small garden patio area, two bedrooms, etc. He is having the kitchen, bathroom, and carpets all redone as I write this so the house will be decent when we move in. The only downfall is that it is in a residential district and not that close to public transportation. I am just excited at the prospect of a garden area!
Gidget is getting fat. Actually, she is just looking healthy for a change. Ever since the doctor put her on this dental food she has been eating like a pig and developing a really good coat and body. Not only that but she is a lot more lively than before. She never use to mess with the Christmas tree but suddenly this year she is fascinated with it. She hasn't knocked it over yet but is loving the lower ornaments and playing her usual hide and seek behind it. Yes, Gidget plays hide and seek, you have to see it to believe it, but really, she does do it. Our friends are fascinated by her and love to come and visit just so they can play with her. She has lots of aunties and uncles to play with now. ;-)
The one thing that still throws me off is the amount of daylight we get in the winter. It literally is full on dark by a quarter to 4 to 4pm. I am not joking, I dismiss the kids at 3:30 and it is dusk. John encourages me to learn to be nocturnal but still, I can feel it getting to me sometimes, all the darkness. My boss Jim said to me the other day, "You and I are like moles, we come to work in the dark and leave for home in the dark. That is why I am very VERY happy that today is the shortest day of the year. After today I know that the days are going to be getting brighter and brighter.
Anywho, am off to Colchester, the oldest city in England, on Tuesday to see my friend Natalie. She just got a new job at her newspaper, the Telegraph, in the travel department, and promises to take me on some of her work adventures. Then on Wednesday we are taking the coach out to Winscombe for Christmas revelry as John Sr. and Janet Rivers throw their annual Christmas Eve bash at their house. Lots of our friends will also be in the neighbourhood over Christmas and plan on attending the party as well. Hopefully I will NOT have the flu this year over Christmas. FINGERS AND TOES ARE CROSSED! Then I will awake Christmas morning to the sound of church bells being rung from Winscombe Chapel in the village centre. The 27th will find me singing keraoke for Matt's birthday bash again and the 28th will find me back home in London with my kitty and my man waiting for the New Year to arrive.
Oh well, that is enough of an update now. Happy Christmas as they say and Happy New Year's too!
Wishing you all the best and sending my love,
Cory
Am sitting here, finally on holiday with most of my Christmas shopping done. I have been crazy busy this past term trying to get a lot of my QTS, qualified teacher status, stuff done and trying hard to impress the school with my teaching skills. I am about 2/3 of the way there in the QTS department. But, the best news is . . . . .
I have been offered a teaching contract for three years starting next school year at St. Joseph's Catholic Primary in Barking. I like the school, the staff are lovely and the curriculum is very challenging to teach. The borough is going to pay for my new work permit and sign me up for three years, all the way to 2012. After that I can apply for 'indefinite leave to remain' and sign a permanent contract with the school. This means that starting in the fall I will have sick days, holiday pay, a raise in pay and can start a pension! Woohoo!
It has been really rough, I am not going to lie, but the experiences I have had have been worth it. I love it here so much and want to stay. I know some of you are waiting for me to come back to LA, but well, I think it IS just going to be for visits from now on ladies and gents.
Yesterday I was walking down Oxford Street doing some Christmas shopping with John for his family. The chestnut sellers were out, along with carolers and metal drum bands playing classic Christmas songs. There were cider and mulled wine stands about for the warming of the tummies. The decorations on the street were amazing and I even got to see Santa. Once we were done, we met up in a pub with all of our friends who were also doing their shopping on Oxford Street as well. We sat right by a coal fire and chatted, showing off presents and just sharing our time with each other. It was good fun. After that we went to a bar in Soho that played classic rock and roll and danced our night away to Elvis and Run Around Sue.
Today was wrapping presents, having breakfast burritos for breakfast (What?? You can take the girl out of California, but you can NEVER take California out of the girl!) and just enjoying a warm cup of tea by our Christmas tree as the cold wind blew outside.
I have come to appreciate winter and the coldness here as an integral part of the season. I think it was just the massive amounts of snow, mean people and gray skies that always bothered me in Montana. Here it can be gray as well, but somedays, it is just so beautiful and clear. It hardly snows at all and never sticks for more than a few hours, if we are lucky. Transportation or difficulty walking are not an issue. Not only that, but England knows how to do cold weather right. They have warm cider, tea and mulled wine to drink. They have hearty dishes like roast lamb and duck that taste perfect while sat next to a coal fire. I am really starting to enjoy the tea in the afternoons and it is truly amazing how tea CAN sort out a bad mood or most other problems. It is MAGIC I am telling you! I still have my coffee in the mornings . . . . oh must start morning off with coffee NOT tea, but in the afternoon tea is the perfect pick me up.
All TV shows and music do eventually come here. I am pretty much caught up on all TV shows by the end of summer. The CSI's will run starting in January, then when they are done in the spring Criminal Minds, NCIS and Ghost Whisperer start; as well as Cold Case. Heroes runs the same time as it does in America, Arthur Patrelli just died . . . . again, for those that watch the show. I do miss 'The Amazing Race' but can catch reruns of previous races, so eventually ones that I haven't seen will pass me by.
John is fine, wonderful, the best thing to happen to me ever. He is realising he is getting old as his 30th birthday approaches, 17th of January, and he is starting to ache. He is still working for Harper Collins and still enjoys being creative with the books and clients he is in charge of.
In the Spring John and I are most likely moving to a new home in Muswell Hill, further North. Our friend Dan is looking to get a job for two years abroad and needs someone to look after his house. It is a simple row house, with a small garden patio area, two bedrooms, etc. He is having the kitchen, bathroom, and carpets all redone as I write this so the house will be decent when we move in. The only downfall is that it is in a residential district and not that close to public transportation. I am just excited at the prospect of a garden area!
Gidget is getting fat. Actually, she is just looking healthy for a change. Ever since the doctor put her on this dental food she has been eating like a pig and developing a really good coat and body. Not only that but she is a lot more lively than before. She never use to mess with the Christmas tree but suddenly this year she is fascinated with it. She hasn't knocked it over yet but is loving the lower ornaments and playing her usual hide and seek behind it. Yes, Gidget plays hide and seek, you have to see it to believe it, but really, she does do it. Our friends are fascinated by her and love to come and visit just so they can play with her. She has lots of aunties and uncles to play with now. ;-)
The one thing that still throws me off is the amount of daylight we get in the winter. It literally is full on dark by a quarter to 4 to 4pm. I am not joking, I dismiss the kids at 3:30 and it is dusk. John encourages me to learn to be nocturnal but still, I can feel it getting to me sometimes, all the darkness. My boss Jim said to me the other day, "You and I are like moles, we come to work in the dark and leave for home in the dark. That is why I am very VERY happy that today is the shortest day of the year. After today I know that the days are going to be getting brighter and brighter.
Anywho, am off to Colchester, the oldest city in England, on Tuesday to see my friend Natalie. She just got a new job at her newspaper, the Telegraph, in the travel department, and promises to take me on some of her work adventures. Then on Wednesday we are taking the coach out to Winscombe for Christmas revelry as John Sr. and Janet Rivers throw their annual Christmas Eve bash at their house. Lots of our friends will also be in the neighbourhood over Christmas and plan on attending the party as well. Hopefully I will NOT have the flu this year over Christmas. FINGERS AND TOES ARE CROSSED! Then I will awake Christmas morning to the sound of church bells being rung from Winscombe Chapel in the village centre. The 27th will find me singing keraoke for Matt's birthday bash again and the 28th will find me back home in London with my kitty and my man waiting for the New Year to arrive.
Oh well, that is enough of an update now. Happy Christmas as they say and Happy New Year's too!
Wishing you all the best and sending my love,
Cory
Thursday 4 December 2008
Train Attack
First of all, I am fine, safe, and mostly injury free. Second of all, I see it as a blessing in a lot of ways.
On Tuesday I was staying late at work to catch up on my marking before the end of term. I usually take the London Overground train directly from Barking station, about a 10 minute walk from work, to Gospel Oak. I usually get off at Upper Holloway, walk up to the Archway Underground station and take that one stop to Tufnell Park station, where John and I live. Anywho, I took the 5:34 train and usually I turn to the right and get one of the seats with the heater under it, but that evening they were taken and I had to turn to the left. Immediately I knew I had made the wrong choice, sitting across the aisle from me were three boys, between the ages of 18 - 24, all with hoodies on, rapping loudly and obnoxiously to their hearts content. My first thought is 'Oh God, not again, because there is a real bad problem over here with wild youths like this doing whatever they please on public transportation. People just ignore them as the disrupt, harrass, and sometimes get into flat out fights on buses and trains. I have seen the police pull one of them off a bus myself. Then I overheard them say they were taking this train all the way to Upper Holloway. My second thought was 'Ah man, I have to sit by them until then, I'll just move later then.'
It has been very cold this past week and was about zero degrees celsius that day. I had spent ten minutes on the platform waiting for the train so of course my nose began to run once I was inside the warm train. I took out my trusty pocket tissues and was about to wipe my nose when one of the boys screamed out, 'Big Boogers!' I blew my nose lightly, and just tried my best to ignore them while they laughed. I turned up my ipod and took out my phone to play my monopoloy game. This must have aggravated them even more because they continued to talk and say things on purpose they thought would annoy me, look over, waiting for a reaction I refused to give. I just turned my ipod up more and continued playing.
Finally, about half way through the journey, they threw bits of rolled up paper at me and laughed as one landed on my chest. I turned, fully annoyed now, and said, 'I don't think that's funny.' One of them said, 'What, you talking to me?' Another more agressive one said, 'Turn around, don't talk to me like you know me! F-you . . ' and continued to cuss and make threats. At that moment the train had stopped at a station and a family got on to sit on the seats around me. They started to complain to the boy that there were children present and I felt I was aggravating the situation by staying. So I got up, walked to the front of the train and told the drive what was going on. I explained to them that they were unknowingly getting off at the same platform as me. He said to get on the front of the train and to make sure when I got there that someone on the platform could walk me to safety. That was it! That was all he did. He did not radio ahead, or have them thrown off the train. So I waited impatiently for the train to reach my destination.
As we approached Upper Holloway the boys had walked themselves from the back of the train to the front of the train where I had moved. I overheard them say 'There she is!' and later on a witness that stayed to help me report the incident to the police said that they were walking up and down the aisles looking for me. I got off, walked up to the driver and pointed out the boys. I am so annoyed with the attitude of these punks on public transportation that I refused to let these boys get away with it. They had been watching me and saw what I was doing. The one that was really agressive earlier walked over and got in my face, almost close enough to touch my nose to his, and said, 'What are you saying?' I have to say all I felt at this point was supreme annoyance and determination. I looked him right in the eye and said 'I am not afraid of you, keep walking.' That just aggravated him worse, I could tell by the crazed look in his eye he was on something, and he said, 'What'd you say, huh? What'd you say?' And puffed his arms out in a challenging fashion. I crossed my arms, again looked at him straight in the eye and said again, 'I am not afraid of you, just keep walking.' He then said, 'What, you aren't afraid of me? Huh? Huh? What'd you say? What'd you say to me?' I just looked at him, wanting to say, are you deaf, but I didn't. I just said, 'What are you fourteen?' All the time I was standing by the driver and he was trying to keep the guy back from me. Everytime he did the boy pushed him back and shoved him. The driver finally got back on his train and left me there, with the three boys coming after me. Oh, trust me, the police had a field day with that and asked the station manager to find out his name as soon as possible.
Anywho, by this time his two friends realised that their friend was getting way to agressive and were ready to let me go, but he wouldn't. Seeing the train go I decided to walk away. I did not run, I walked purposefully away from the platform and around him as his two friends tried to hold him back. He came after me and pushed me, shoved me, and pulled my arm to turn me around to face him. I walked to one side of the stairs, he blocked me. I walked to the other side of the stairs, he blocked me again. He seemed to think that I had called him a name, 'Dickhead' and that proceeded to make him even angrier. I can swear to you now that I did not say anything to him at that point and as most of you know, I never use that word in my vocabulary. If I had said anything to him it would have been the word 'ass' because that was the one that was coming up in my mind at the time and is my usual tag name for people like him.
Finally, his two friends came at him again and got him down on the ground. He was still screaming threats and profanity continuously throughout this ordeal but I tuned it out and really couldn't tell you what he said. I walked up the stairs and was heading towards the station. I could see a man, the only one of the people who had gotten off the train and stayed, watching and I thought if I could just get past him I would be fine. I was walking past him when all of a sudden I heard glass shatter and felt some of it hit the soles of my shoes. The boy was still coming after me but just then the station manager had come around from the other side of the station and a woman who had been waiting on the platform for someone surrounded me, along with the man I had mentioned before. Apparently, according to the two witnesses and the station manager, the boy was coming after me with a broken vodka bottle.
Seeing that I was surrounded the two boys grabbed their friend and dragged him away, heading towards Archway station. Only then did I break down and cry and start to shake. The two witnesses stayed and gave statements to the police 40 minutes later when they arrived. The girl witness actually answered the phone for me when John called. I had texted him earlier, after the paper incident, saying I was being harassed on the train. I had also called him and left a message saying that the boys had attacked me and that I was waiting for the police. He came and got me and listened as the witnesses talked to the police and heard me tell my account of the event. He also walked with me as the station manager and I showed the police where the bottle was. He never let me go.
I don't remember much from the trip home. I know I clung to John for dear life and kept my eyes closed for a lot of it. When he got me home I felt ice cold and numb. He gave me a shot of whiskey and I think had to encourage me to drink it because I was just sitting there keeping my arms crossed around me. The next day I went to work and everyone wondered why I came? The group of people I work with are so loving and protective. They found me alternative routes home and walked me part of the way to the station. They even offered to come sit in my class and help me teach if I needed it because I refused to go home. Part of me wanted to, but part of me thought I should get back to normal as soon as possible. I think that I did the right thing, my students could tell something was very wrong and took care of me that day, making me laugh and being really good. I also am not allowed to work late, this comes from both my boss Jim and my boyfriend John. Looking back I think I was still in shock when I went to work. I had hardly slept all night because of nightmares and looked like a zombie when I came in. Not to mention the soreness my body felt from the stress and shock.
Ultimately though, I stood up to them, they never saw me cry or be frightened. I kept thinking 'I'll be damned if they see me scared!' I thought John would be angry with me for standing up to them, but he pointed out that if they had been searching for me on the train they obviously weren't going to stop, nothing I could have done otherwise would have made it turn out differently, it actually might have been worse if I had shown fear. It's funny, at the time, I wasn't afraid or felt that I was in danger. I was just extremely annoyed at the boys and how dare they think they could harrass me and take advantage of me after I had been up and working since 4:30 that morning. Dammit! ;-) The two witnesses kept telling me that part of the reason they stayed was because they were amazed at the fact I stood up to them. And as Diane, my beloved teaching assistant said, 'Look at it this way, most people have no idea how they would hold up in a situation like that, now you do, and you should be proud.'
Anywho family and friends, I am safe. My legs shook the entire journey back to work the next day but now I am fine. Hope you all are well and take care of yourselves. I miss you.
On Tuesday I was staying late at work to catch up on my marking before the end of term. I usually take the London Overground train directly from Barking station, about a 10 minute walk from work, to Gospel Oak. I usually get off at Upper Holloway, walk up to the Archway Underground station and take that one stop to Tufnell Park station, where John and I live. Anywho, I took the 5:34 train and usually I turn to the right and get one of the seats with the heater under it, but that evening they were taken and I had to turn to the left. Immediately I knew I had made the wrong choice, sitting across the aisle from me were three boys, between the ages of 18 - 24, all with hoodies on, rapping loudly and obnoxiously to their hearts content. My first thought is 'Oh God, not again, because there is a real bad problem over here with wild youths like this doing whatever they please on public transportation. People just ignore them as the disrupt, harrass, and sometimes get into flat out fights on buses and trains. I have seen the police pull one of them off a bus myself. Then I overheard them say they were taking this train all the way to Upper Holloway. My second thought was 'Ah man, I have to sit by them until then, I'll just move later then.'
It has been very cold this past week and was about zero degrees celsius that day. I had spent ten minutes on the platform waiting for the train so of course my nose began to run once I was inside the warm train. I took out my trusty pocket tissues and was about to wipe my nose when one of the boys screamed out, 'Big Boogers!' I blew my nose lightly, and just tried my best to ignore them while they laughed. I turned up my ipod and took out my phone to play my monopoloy game. This must have aggravated them even more because they continued to talk and say things on purpose they thought would annoy me, look over, waiting for a reaction I refused to give. I just turned my ipod up more and continued playing.
Finally, about half way through the journey, they threw bits of rolled up paper at me and laughed as one landed on my chest. I turned, fully annoyed now, and said, 'I don't think that's funny.' One of them said, 'What, you talking to me?' Another more agressive one said, 'Turn around, don't talk to me like you know me! F-you . . ' and continued to cuss and make threats. At that moment the train had stopped at a station and a family got on to sit on the seats around me. They started to complain to the boy that there were children present and I felt I was aggravating the situation by staying. So I got up, walked to the front of the train and told the drive what was going on. I explained to them that they were unknowingly getting off at the same platform as me. He said to get on the front of the train and to make sure when I got there that someone on the platform could walk me to safety. That was it! That was all he did. He did not radio ahead, or have them thrown off the train. So I waited impatiently for the train to reach my destination.
As we approached Upper Holloway the boys had walked themselves from the back of the train to the front of the train where I had moved. I overheard them say 'There she is!' and later on a witness that stayed to help me report the incident to the police said that they were walking up and down the aisles looking for me. I got off, walked up to the driver and pointed out the boys. I am so annoyed with the attitude of these punks on public transportation that I refused to let these boys get away with it. They had been watching me and saw what I was doing. The one that was really agressive earlier walked over and got in my face, almost close enough to touch my nose to his, and said, 'What are you saying?' I have to say all I felt at this point was supreme annoyance and determination. I looked him right in the eye and said 'I am not afraid of you, keep walking.' That just aggravated him worse, I could tell by the crazed look in his eye he was on something, and he said, 'What'd you say, huh? What'd you say?' And puffed his arms out in a challenging fashion. I crossed my arms, again looked at him straight in the eye and said again, 'I am not afraid of you, just keep walking.' He then said, 'What, you aren't afraid of me? Huh? Huh? What'd you say? What'd you say to me?' I just looked at him, wanting to say, are you deaf, but I didn't. I just said, 'What are you fourteen?' All the time I was standing by the driver and he was trying to keep the guy back from me. Everytime he did the boy pushed him back and shoved him. The driver finally got back on his train and left me there, with the three boys coming after me. Oh, trust me, the police had a field day with that and asked the station manager to find out his name as soon as possible.
Anywho, by this time his two friends realised that their friend was getting way to agressive and were ready to let me go, but he wouldn't. Seeing the train go I decided to walk away. I did not run, I walked purposefully away from the platform and around him as his two friends tried to hold him back. He came after me and pushed me, shoved me, and pulled my arm to turn me around to face him. I walked to one side of the stairs, he blocked me. I walked to the other side of the stairs, he blocked me again. He seemed to think that I had called him a name, 'Dickhead' and that proceeded to make him even angrier. I can swear to you now that I did not say anything to him at that point and as most of you know, I never use that word in my vocabulary. If I had said anything to him it would have been the word 'ass' because that was the one that was coming up in my mind at the time and is my usual tag name for people like him.
Finally, his two friends came at him again and got him down on the ground. He was still screaming threats and profanity continuously throughout this ordeal but I tuned it out and really couldn't tell you what he said. I walked up the stairs and was heading towards the station. I could see a man, the only one of the people who had gotten off the train and stayed, watching and I thought if I could just get past him I would be fine. I was walking past him when all of a sudden I heard glass shatter and felt some of it hit the soles of my shoes. The boy was still coming after me but just then the station manager had come around from the other side of the station and a woman who had been waiting on the platform for someone surrounded me, along with the man I had mentioned before. Apparently, according to the two witnesses and the station manager, the boy was coming after me with a broken vodka bottle.
Seeing that I was surrounded the two boys grabbed their friend and dragged him away, heading towards Archway station. Only then did I break down and cry and start to shake. The two witnesses stayed and gave statements to the police 40 minutes later when they arrived. The girl witness actually answered the phone for me when John called. I had texted him earlier, after the paper incident, saying I was being harassed on the train. I had also called him and left a message saying that the boys had attacked me and that I was waiting for the police. He came and got me and listened as the witnesses talked to the police and heard me tell my account of the event. He also walked with me as the station manager and I showed the police where the bottle was. He never let me go.
I don't remember much from the trip home. I know I clung to John for dear life and kept my eyes closed for a lot of it. When he got me home I felt ice cold and numb. He gave me a shot of whiskey and I think had to encourage me to drink it because I was just sitting there keeping my arms crossed around me. The next day I went to work and everyone wondered why I came? The group of people I work with are so loving and protective. They found me alternative routes home and walked me part of the way to the station. They even offered to come sit in my class and help me teach if I needed it because I refused to go home. Part of me wanted to, but part of me thought I should get back to normal as soon as possible. I think that I did the right thing, my students could tell something was very wrong and took care of me that day, making me laugh and being really good. I also am not allowed to work late, this comes from both my boss Jim and my boyfriend John. Looking back I think I was still in shock when I went to work. I had hardly slept all night because of nightmares and looked like a zombie when I came in. Not to mention the soreness my body felt from the stress and shock.
Ultimately though, I stood up to them, they never saw me cry or be frightened. I kept thinking 'I'll be damned if they see me scared!' I thought John would be angry with me for standing up to them, but he pointed out that if they had been searching for me on the train they obviously weren't going to stop, nothing I could have done otherwise would have made it turn out differently, it actually might have been worse if I had shown fear. It's funny, at the time, I wasn't afraid or felt that I was in danger. I was just extremely annoyed at the boys and how dare they think they could harrass me and take advantage of me after I had been up and working since 4:30 that morning. Dammit! ;-) The two witnesses kept telling me that part of the reason they stayed was because they were amazed at the fact I stood up to them. And as Diane, my beloved teaching assistant said, 'Look at it this way, most people have no idea how they would hold up in a situation like that, now you do, and you should be proud.'
Anywho family and friends, I am safe. My legs shook the entire journey back to work the next day but now I am fine. Hope you all are well and take care of yourselves. I miss you.
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