Career Choices

Not posted on this one forever, not known exactly where to begin- however just when I though British TV could not possibly redeem itself, Say Anything was on tonight. 

“I've thought about this quite a bit, sir, and I'd have to say considering what's waiting out there for me, I don't want to sell anything,buy anything or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or... process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought or processed, you know, as a career.”

― Lloyd Dobler

That pretty much sums it up for me......

Is this summer?

I don't even know where to begin with this blog anymore- continue I should say. I'm pretty sick of feeling sorry for myself about my living situation. I totally do not hate it here but I want to go home- I love my flat right now, appreciate the time I seem to somehow make to "make" something. I have a "studio" space- sort of. I have all my own furniture instead of a bunch of stuff that came with the flat. I have a few more friends here now, I feel totally confident in my ability to do so much shit but still can't find the time or energy to do most of it. Someone should sponsor me.
I do not bitch about my hair anymore now that I have a mullet- going on 7 months now.
I want to live in BOTH places, why is that so hard for some....immigration, cash- why can't they just trust that we aren't going to steal, drain public funds or sit around on our lazy asses. We are pretty hard working creative smart folks & can contribute so much to some community- although I do not feel that in this one - still - and prefer to stay in my house than go outside into Leith (walk).

Still totally unable to deal with the loss of my Aunt, finding it even harder now that more time has passed to reach out to her loved ones.

I became self employed & WANT to help people locally, but the people I think need help usually cannot afford it.. frustration there. Its pretty cheap too.

I still do the hours in the cafe & do enjoy that as it is currently a project moving forward.
I think I need to drink less coffee (which really makes me pissed off). Getting headaches & gonna see how it goes the rest of this week with:
less coffee
less alcohol- been drinking more than usual
less drugs- not that I take any anyway ( really)
more creativity
more rest
intensive work weekend- I shall then re-evaluate headache situation.

I AM pumped about some side projects with friends that require help, I am gonna re-do the website. Today I made a box.

Have had 2 very weird relationship breakdowns back home, both of which I feel totally unable to address although it is CONSTANTLY on my mind, weighing heavily on my heart.

Oats

Call my GP to try & make my follow up appointment which they would'nt let me just make when the Doctor told me to do it- too far in advance- 10 days?
They don't have anything with my Doctor for weeks, nothing with any of the female Doctors for weeks & I was informed none of the Doctors have anything coming up, by a frantic unpleasant sighing woman on the other end if the phone.
I feel like the weird side cramp might be coming back, even after just finishing a 10 day course of antibiotics, decide I should call Chalmers Sexual Health Clinic to see about an appointment. I am actually informed by the condescending man on the phone that appointments can only be made on a Wednesday - Im calling on Friday. What should one do if they have an emergency? Speak to the nurse & she will decide, Ok so can I please speak to the nurse?
No, you need to phone back after 1pm to speak to the nurse, well, Im at work,its 10am & I am phoning NOW when I have the time. Not much luck there for me, no appointments made.

Yep, might sound like Im a total ingrate but Im not, I expect the person on the other end of the phone to be nice to me!!! I have dealt with a lot of bitchy redneck incompetent nurses in the United States but somehow, all of them combined- in health centres for people living below the poverty level, have all been more polite than the people I have had to deal with here when trying to get basic medical needs taken care of.
So this is just the latest of my annoyances. Do natives go through this or do I feel this way since Im American & have different standards? Whatever, all I really want is to encounter someone that likes Americans, or maybe someone that can just be normal about the fact that Im an American.
Feeling totally over saturated (again) in British culture. I want to do a study & go live in England to see if it is different? Is is Scotland? Don't know, need to vent/rant somewhere, yikes if you actually read this. Its not that bad here, just builds up & Im a little sensitive after reading an article talking about how Americans don't understand the concept of an "oatcake"- guess what? An oatcake is not a fucking cracker or a cookie OR a cake! Americans eat oats too- its called porridge, and In America we call it OATMEAL!

Lucky Stars

I have felt like shit for the past 2 1/2 months & it turns out to be a pelvic infection!!! Not entirely sure how that went un-detected considering the amount of times I went to the Doctors, both the GP & the lady doctors.
Glad Im feeling better now & want to get blogging again, for this blog & my view on FOOD of course! This has really made me thank my lucky stars again that Im in good health cos it was pretty much ruining my life to be all cramped up ETC!
Thank you Lucky Stars- you know who you are!

Mom is here!!! She finally made it, the fundraising worked! So thankful to everyone that contributed! Some people may wonder how we can handle having Mom here for 2 1/2 months, its easy for us as she is part of our team. Most of the time its just the 2 of us in our world- which is the best thing ever, but its good to have someone else around that is on the level. So this is where the holidays begin, we will move onto birthdays after & planning for the future! Lots to do! The house feels very festive, alive & warm! Happy December to everyone, enjoy the time with your loved ones even if you are the kind of person that wonders how one can spend such a long time with their parent!
meiw

A photo my Mom sent me of home.

T-day eve

What does Thanksgiving mean? I get that a lot over here, it makes me wonder if Brits ( as Im calling them these days!) actually think that we Americans all sit around & celebrate killing the natives. Yes, I do understand that out there, we have many, many messed up people that do not have their priorities or Holidays straight- but I think we have more people that do have it straight.
On this Thanksgiving eve as I sit here, I feel pretty resentful of things- which is wrong, its the opposite of feeling "thankful". Some things have been unsettling for weeks, feeling like Im alone in a sea of uncommunicative feeling stuffers who want nothing more than to have cryptic IJT= inside joke talk at my expense!
It might be our obsession with the Crime Investigation Network but I feel like I don't laugh that much- or is it just that no one is funny?
I guess its approaching the 6 month mark from the last time we were in the States, and I know- the festive period is hard for everyone. But I usually LOVE IT, and this year I feel so disconnected from almost everyone I know here!
Well now marks the moment when I turn my frown upside down! Its almost that mystical day when its cold & crisp outside but still orange, yellow & red! Turkeys, or TOfurkeys in our house beware! I will remember fondly my Thanksgiving in New Mexico last year making the sauce, meatballs & stuffing with my Aunt Diane. I remember fondly many Thanksgivings making the rounds, I think my Mom & I hit 4 families in 1 day 1 year. Turkey legs at my Moms with Ricky (although he didn't eat turkey) when we first discovered Rock of Love & watched 5 episodes in a row.. . .
Making stove top stuffing with Denise in Sparky's kitchen, going to Thanksgiving night parties when all the family time was over & drinking schnapps- the only thing left! Blindeye Thanksgiving potluck style bar times. . Thanksgiving beer drinking, leftovers & much more incriminating evidence!
Vodafone may have stolen our ability to have a Thanksgiving party this year, my head cold has gotten in the way & we cant afford to take work off anyway, but I will take comfort in the thought that someday I will be back amongst my people & I wont have to explain myself all the time, my strange American traditions & what they mean. . . . . .

Beached

Have not had that much time to write lately, we got the ticket though for those of you that wonder! Thanks Everyone!

As usual the only time I feel like blogging my view is when Im feeling down. . . . Its only really been this week & its only half way through the week just now. The weather here totally sucks, its getting dark about 3pm & it is really cold until you start walking anywhere & then you totally over heat. I walk a lot more now that we got rid of our bus passes which were only really needed for our old jobs.
I sorta feel like people are freaking out, or freaking out on us or taking it out on us? Perhaps we are just big butt-faces angering our friends & family? Regardless though, I feel like Im the only person in Scotland that can or wants to communicate. Slightly over dramatic, I know but still. Noticing a bit more cultural differences at this exact time!
Today after starting several different projects in order to avoid learning how to do the one daunting project I NEED to do I decided to go out. Walked uptown, met the Hubs, went a few places including back to "lower Leith", got some veg & walked home. Got into my jammies & made dinner only to realise it was 4:30 in the afternoon! I thought it must have been at least 7pm, its currently almost 9 & I feel like Im up late. I feel like a beached whale in a pink robe!

On another note, I have no desire to go to any bar or pub or club in this city & every time I put music on at work someone I work with complains. Where TF am I?