Saturday, 9 May 2009

A Matter of Perspective...

Every now and then I post on here about the differences in communication Matt and I have. Usually, it's not too bad, an Aussie and a Yank living in the UK can usually come to a good middle ground on vocabulary and accents. But every now and then, a little confusion still happens.

Today was such a day.

We decided to be crazy and adventurous today and see a matinee of Star Trek. It's a short bus ride from our flat and movies (and short distances) are some of the few things I can still do comfortably being 9 months pregnant. The theater is also located in the same complex as the large Sainsbury's where we shop.

After the movie, Matt headed down to Sainsburys to pick up a few things we needed, while I cooled my heels at a coffee shop also in the complex (normally I'd go along with him, but I keep getting dang contractions that don't go anywhere, but are intense for short spurts, I was going through such a time).

When we got home, Matt was in the front room/kitchen area putting things away and I was in our bedroom tending to the all important (and quite consuming) task of taking my shoes off my semi-swollen feet. Now our flat is very small, so it's not uncommon for us to be able to carry on a conversation while in these two spots.

I will now attempt to recreate our conversation as I heard it:

Matt: Oh, you know what I forgot to get?

Me: What?

Matt: More mince.

Me: Oh, (I'm not too bothered by that).

Matt: Oh! And you know what else I forgot?

Me (struggling with reaching down to take off my shoe): What?

Matt: Cod.

Me (puzzled because we don't really eat much fish and cod definitely wasn't on the list): You forgot what?

Matt: to get a cod!

Me: Cod?

Matt: No...COD!

Me (thoroughly confused): You forgot to get cod?

Matt (deeper in the kitchen): Yes, I forgot to get a cod.

Me (still confused): Cod? As in C-O-D?

Matt: No, a Cod! C-A-R-D!

Me (remembering that we needed to pick some up for weddings/birthdays today): Oh, a card!

Matt: That's what I've been saying this whole time!

So there you have it, people complain about communication in their marriages all the time, but in our case I think there's actually some legitimacy to the claim.

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better...

There are few things I like more in the world than watching Matt watch football. He gets so into it, and it's pretty funny to watch him yell at the TV and be an armchair quarterback (though I'm not sure what you call it when it's related to soccer/football).

He's convinced that if given a chance, he'd be the best football manager in the world.

I've come to the conclusion that men never grow out of wanting to be firemen or policemen or professional athletes, it's nice to see the little boy inside, eh?

No baby yet, but we're anxiously waiting. Matt can't wait for the day when he can watch sports with our girl. He's convinced she'll be as into it as he is from day one. Personally, I think she'll need a few months.

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Return of the Kate-I?

Hey all of you who might stumble across this blog. Sorry about the delay in posting. I've been waiting for Matt to take his turn, but the shine of blogging has lost its luster for my loving husband and he has not been able to come up with something 'acceptable' to blog about. Personally, I think he puts too much pressure on himself to come up with something witty and interesting.

So it looks like you'll be hearing from me mostly, which is okay. He's a hard working man who deserves to relax after work and I've got plenty of time. Because I'm just hanging out here, waiting to pop out our spawn.

Speaking of me being pregnant, I still am. Yup, no baby yet. Though I've noticed, since I'm now 8 months pregnant that I can relate to a character in the Star Wars movies that I never thought I'd be able to to relate to. But the other day, it occurred to me that I've become unfortunately like Jabba the Hut. Let me explain.

Like Jabba, I'm now of a large size. And like Jabba, I can't move around very easily. In our flat, our furniture came with it. Our couch is less than comfortable, and lately in order to be able to sit on it comfortably (we don't have much other furniture), I've had to drag in two pillows from our bed to be placed on my back and side (I kind of sit in the corner). And since my temperature changes every other minute, there is also a blanket. So it's not unusual for me to be sitting on my 'throne' all fat and sassy, much like Jabba.

I also have my hot slave whose only job is to fetch things for me. Because I'm having more and more difficulty getting up and down off the couch, my personal slave (much like Princess Leia) fetches things for me. Food, dishes, napkins, small toads that I eat live...whatever my heart desires. And just because it pleases me, he does it all in his gold, skimpy underwear.

And much like Jabba, I've become a bit of a messy eater, I slobber crumbs and sauce all over me and my large worm-like tongue whips around, licking all that's within reach. And also like Jabba, I've started speaking in a language that has only a few words recognizable in the English language. Like when I'm struggling to adjust myself, I may sound something like "grabba...ugha...back...ochy...sore".

So there you have it, my unexpected and uncanny resemblance to Jabba the Hut. I've accepted it, there's nothing I can really do about it. And honestly, was Jabba's life that hard? I'd like to put forth that it wasn't. Everyone came to him. He was ablet to conduct his business all from his own personal 'couch', he had his every need taken care of as well as some nice eye candy in his hot slave. I have all those things as well. So I'm not complaining, just stating a fact.

Though I'm honestly not sure how much I can milk this, I mean, Leia did end up strangling Jabba on her own chain. I think I'll try to get things back to normal as soon as Baby Jabba is born, so that my own personal Leia doesn't feel the need to do the same, except with a diaper instead of a chain.

Saturday, 14 March 2009

So Many Diapers!!

So I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I'm pregnant. Pretty pregnant. I probably could qualify as 'heavily pregnant' at this point. Though I'm not sure, Matt and I had a long discussion last night over when a woman becomes 'heavily pregnant' versus just regularly pregnant.

Anyway, babies require lots of stuff. Apparently to be a good parent you have to do things like clothe them, feed them and for society's sake, provide some sort of poop and pee catcher around their bums.

Well Matt and I are very responsible. And yeah, we thought we'd try to be good parents first, before we go the route of being just mediocre parents. And knowing that babies like diapers, we thought we'd be smart and spread out buying them. So we have been. Every time we go shopping and see deals on diapers, we buy them. We thought we were doing pretty well. Sure our grocery bills are now almost double than what they used to be, but hey, we're good parents.

At least that was our intention. Until we found how many diapers babies actually go through a week. Apparently, it's lots. And with all our buying on deals, we realized that we maybe have enough for a month.

Yikes, already this kid is costing us more than we thought it would. We looked into doing a return on the baby, but apparently it's a no refund/no return type of situation. So we did the next best thing, we've decided to think of ways to keep our diaper bills down. Here's what we came up with.

*We purchase a large tarp that we spread all over the living room floor. Baby is free to crawl/run/walk on it and does so with a bare bum. When nature calls, she is free to go wherever she's at. At the end of the day, we take the tarp outside, wash it off and leave it to dry for tomorrow.

*We train the baby to go in a litter box. We can even use litter like for a cat (we'd make sure it's the finest brand though), that way we can just scoop the poop/pee clumps out and save lots of money. Plus, if we get a cat, they can share.

*When we go out in public, we're going to take a page from the Chinese way of doing things, see in China the kids wear open bum pants and just go wherever they're at. At the time I thought it was nasty, but now I see the wisdom. Plus, she'll be half Chinese, so we can totally get away with it without too many dirty looks.

*We teach baby to inform us when she needs to go, then we just hold her over the toilet and she lets loose. Kids are doing some amazing things really early on, so we're confident our smarter than average kid will be able to handle it.

So there you have it. Some fool proof ways of cutting down the cost of diapers as well as instilling a sense of freedom in your child. You'll thank me, I promise.

Plus being good parents is way overrated. Our kid isn't going to get on American Idol or Survivor with a story about being raised by 'good parents'. Not enough sob factor.

Sunday, 22 February 2009

You Are What You Eat!

Despite living in the UK for two years, Matt and I are pretty pleased how how un-British we are. We feel comfortable in our objective point of view on all things relating to British pop culture. Every time we watch a 'The 50 most funny moments in TV' we weep for the British sense of humor. Granted, the Brits have given us some very, very funny things like the original The Office, Extras, Fawlty Towers, Monty Python and many others. But trust me when I say that there are so many 'funny' moments that aren't really that funny. And there is an obsession here with certain celebrities which make even this pop culture American scratch her head. For example, Kylie Minogue would be voted queen if it worked that way. We can't figure out how this British press, known for its scathing reports on celebrities, sees no wrong with this woman. I mean, she's not really all that great and talented. It is funny how they call her things like a 'national treasure' and very conveniently forget that she's actually from Australia! Americans will best remember her as the woman who sang the 'Locomotion' song from the 80's.

Despite our staunch efforts in maintaining true to our respective countries, it has occurred to me that in some ways, we are becoming entrenched in the UK lifestyle. For example, we know who Lulu is. We know who Mylene Klass is (and hate her). When the papers talk about Jade Goody, we know exactly who it is and lately we've been humming the hit single "Promise" by Girls Aloud, despite the fact we never listen to the radio.

We look at loud tourists and shake our heads. We walk very fast, like any good Londoner does. We're starting to know all the political players and what party they represent, and even what that party stands for.

And heaven help me, but I can't stop calling diapers 'nappies' and pre-natal things 'antenatal'. You can't help but get caught up in the things around you I guess.

Lately it's become apparent in some of our meal choices. Before getting married, I was not a good cook. Well, I don't think I was, I never actually cooked enough to see whether I was good or not. But since being married, I would now say I've progressed to a mediocre cook. I'm doing better and have actually put together some semi-decent meals. Matt is a fantastic cook. He can just whip anything up and it'll taste pretty good (with only one exception...which wasn't very good, but the concept was there). In fact, we had company over last night and Matt made his famous lasagna and everyone could not stop raving about it. Myself included. It was even his first time making it vegetarian, since one of our guests doesn't do the meat thing.

Lately we've worked in two meals that have quickly become our favorites. We've started incorporating sausages into our meat rotations, we found a brand that is cheap and very yummy. So of course, that leads us to making Bangers and Mash (bangers are sausages, mash is mashed potatoes). And let me tell you, yummy! Now you have to know that our bangers are not like the link sausages in the States, nor are they the brats kind that you can get either. They're just regular yummy bangers.

I even made the mash from real potatoes and unlike our Christmas dinner when I tried to make it then, they turned out fantastic. Very creamy and very yummy, I have to admit I was proud of myself.

We've also started doing what we call 'Breakfast for Dinner' which might sound complicated to some of you, but basically it's where we cook breakfast foods and eat them for dinner. See? It's pretty self explanatory when you hear it that way, don't you feel silly?

But do our breakfasts include items such as pancakes, waffles, cereal or hash browns? Not on your life. We've become too British for that! Instead we have what is called a 'full English' which includes eggs, bacon, sausage, and beans on toast (okay, I don't eat the beans, but I have toast). It's also often served with mushrooms and tomatoes, but we don't do that. It's not the healthiest meal, which is why it's a treat, but trust me, it's a yummy meal.

So that's it. Slowly but surely, we're becoming British-ised. Though no matter how long we live here, I'm pretty sure we'll always be the "Aussie and American" living in London. And I'm pretty sure we'll never, ever fall under the spell of Kylie Minogue. Or Kate Moss for that matter.

Sunday, 8 February 2009

Where you poo matters.

This commercial is one we see all the time. It's a testament of how sophisticated our lives are in London.

It's actually one of our favorites, and we quote it all the time. I think after watching it, you'll see why.



We just hope that the little boy grows up to be a major movie star and then this can be played on one of those 'before they were stars' shows. It's just that good.

Monday, 2 February 2009

It's snowing!

Greetings from snowy London!


How good can this get, listening to Take That and drinking hot chocolate while it snows outside!


Famous Abbey Road....


Long may it snow!