now THAT'S ice cream!

Comments

I was just scrolling down my blog and noticed I had some comments! I was very thrilled. I know that I have a fair amount of viewers, but I hadn't recieved any notifications that I was getting any comments. I guess I need to play with my settings. I thought they would be the same as my other blog.

I LOVE comments! Sorry I had not replied to them. Keep them coming!

Banking

We went to the bank today to deposit some cash. Before we went we had this conversation:

Josh: Do I have my bank card on me? Yes, I do. (pause) How do you deposit money here?

Me: I don't think you need your card.

Josh: I don't think I do.

Me: I think there's a form you have to fill out. You need to put your account number on it. Be sure to bring your account number.

Josh: You're right. We have to fill out that form. Where's my account number...

Just one of those things that slips your mind when you haven't done it for 2 years. It was nice that the banks in the UK just had the bank card. Banks here require you to fill out a form with how much money you are depositing, the amount on each check you are depositing, the total amount you are depositing, your account number, your name and address, and your signature. Phew!

Not Depressed, Just British

Someone posted this on my forum and I had a good laugh so I wanted to share it with you all. It may seem a bit weird for anyone who has not spent time in Britain.

Not Depressed, Just British!

A new take on mental health

—By Staff, Living Lightly

January / February 2005 Issue

George Farthing, an expatriate British man living in America, was diagnosed as clinically depressed, tanked up on antidepressants, and scheduled for a controversial shock therapy when doctors realized he wasn't depressed at all, he was just British!

Farthing, a man whose characteristic pessimism and gloomy perspective were interpreted as serious clinical depression, was led on a nightmare journey through the American psychiatric system. Doctors described Farthing as suffering from pervasive negative anticipation: a belief that everything will turn out for the worst, whether it's trains arriving late, England's chances of winning any national sports events, or his own prospects of getting ahead in life. The doctors reported that the satisfaction he seemed to get from his pessimism was particularly pathological.

"They put me on everything -- lithium, Prozac, St. John's wort," Farthing says. "They even told me to sit in front of a big light for half an hour a day or I'd become suicidal. I kept telling them this was all pointless, and they said that was exactly the sort of attitude that got me here in the first place."

Dr. Isaac Horney, a psychotherapist, explored Farthing's family history and couldn't believe his ears. Farthing spoke of growing up in a gray little town where it rained every day, of treeless streets lined with identical houses, and of passionately backing a football team that never won. Although Farthing had six months of therapy, he mainly wanted to talk about the weather. "I felt he wasn't responding to therapy at all," says Horney, who recommended electroconvulsive therapy.

Farthing takes up the story: "Hopeless case? I was all strapped down on the table, and they were about to put the rubber bit in my mouth when the psychiatric nurse picked up on my accent and said, 'Oh my God, I think we're making a terrible mistake!'" Identifying Farthing as British changed the diagnosis of clinical depression to rather quaint and charming. He was immediately discharged from the hospital with a selection of brightly colored leaflets and an I Love New York T-shirt.


A satirical piece reprinted from Living Lightly (Summer 2004), a quarterly magazine that covers people and organizations creating a positive and sustainable future. Subscriptions: $17.50/yr. (4 issues) from Positive News Publishing Ltd., Bicton Enterprise Centre, Clun, Shropshire, SY78NF, UK; www.positivenews.org.uk.

Right turn on red

When I took my first drive I had to quickly run through my head the rules of the road. Who has right of way at a 4-way stop? I have to remember to cross traffic when I make a left turn. Oh, I have to stop for those pedestrians rather than speed up to scare the living daylights out of them. :)

In Chicago we had to look for signs at intersections to see if we can turn right on a red (light). I haven't encountered that here yet, but it took me a bit to remember that I COULD turn right on red. Obviously, in the UK one cannot turn right on red because you would be crossing traffic. But one cannot even turn left on a red. At intersections there are 3 lights to wait for: one for each road intersecting, and one for pedestrians at all corners. There is a point where all lights turn red and pedestrians are able to cross. This allows one to cross at a diagonal (I do miss this).

I am also a bit confused about the striped crossing at some carparks and such. These would be zebra (pronounced with a short 'z') crossings, only with a black and white stripe, and this is the one place where pedestrians actually have right of way and all cars stop if there is a pedestrian in the zebra crossing. But here I am not sure if this is just to warn vehicals that there may be a pedestrian in the area, or a pedestrian can actually step out into this crossing even if a car is coming and the car will stop.

It is nice to have right of way as a pedestrian now. We walked to town the other day and as we were crossing the road with the light I felt a little nervous that the car trying to turn might run us down. I wanted to run out of the way. :)

total

We purchased a meal at IKEA today that was $1.99 so I had my two singles (one dollar notes) ready. We grabbed a glass for water so we told her the cashier (girl at the till) that it was just for water. She rang it up and smiling said "$2.20." I thought she charged us for a drink, but wait, that's only 21 pence, I mean cents. I reminded her that we were just getting water. She said, "I know" and repeated the total. We were both puzzled for a bit and thought they were charging for tap water.

Then it dawned on me...TAX! We have lived in the land of VAT tax included in the price (a whopping 17.5%!!) so it was easy to know exactly what you were going to pay and have your money ready. Here the prices do not include tax. So if you are not great at maths, and if you are not sure what the tax rate is for the particular state you are visiting (I think Chicago's went up while we were away), then you have to just guess and wait for your final total.

Healthy eating...it costs!

I have had a hard time finding things like quinoa, TVP (still haven't found that!), grapeseed oil, and other 'health food' type things I commonly used in Scotland. When I did find some of these things I nearly fell over at the cost! As expensive as it was to live in Edinburgh, I was very pleased that it did not cost an arm and a leg to eat healthier foods. It was not a big expense to replace couscous with quinoa. Grapeseed oil wasn't any more expensive than olive oil (and olive oil wasn't as dear as it is here).

I walked into the one an only health food store in about a 20 mile radius that I could find and walked back out in disappointment. It was expensive and the pickins were pretty slim. As Josh said, "Nearly half this store is in capsule form." :)

I still haven't been able to find any reasonably priced 'earth friendly' products like washing up liquid (dish soap), cleaning products, or detergent (except one at Meijer). And I am really sad that I can find any witchazel stuff for my face. But it was fun to find Boots products at Target!

So if anyone knows of anyplace online that I can get these things, fill me in! I was pretty spoilt with my online grocery shopping, too.

I suppose I should find it humorous that what I missed while in the UK was junkfood and now what I miss is healthfood. :)

Kreepy Krawlies

I found that I am not used to the bugs anymore. I feel something moving on my skin and I have to quickly brush it away. It could just be a hair or sweat dripping down my face, but it feels like a bug to me. I did slap something away from my neck and it stung me, leaving a nice hicky looking spot. We have been spoilt by living in places without mosquitoes for many years. Mosquitoes like me and I am quite allergic. My feet and ankles are covered in bites. Here there are screens on the windows and doors. For very good reason! It would be much more than just the occasional fly that would wander into our homes if we didn't.

Take me to the fair

The County Fair. It's where you go to blow your money...I mean to see farm animals, ride rides, play games, look at the results of 4H (head, heart, hands, health) competitions, and EAT FOOD. The food part has been most important in the Bougie household.

Everyone has their special thing that they want to see or do when they go to the fair. I heard one kid chanting as he went by, "posters and t-shirts, posters and t-shirts." Josh wanted to find the mozzerella sticks. I wanted to see the rabbits.

All around its good fun. Unfortunately it was so hot, as it always is fair week. It felt like it was in the upper 90s with 90 percent humidity. Not even the downpour of rain while we were there cooled it off.


Gourds


Sculptured produce

Prettiest produce

Heaviest pumpkin

FOOD!

My favourite is the elephant ears: deep fried batter covered in cinnamon sugar.

Games

Livestock

The bleeting sheep reminded me of Scotland.

Rides

Welcome to Lowell

We had only been back in the States a few days when we had our first storm. We only heard thunder a couple of times the two years we were in Scotland, so this storm was a bit frightening. It reminded me that we are no longer in the land where nature is safe.

Shortly after we stepped outside to watch the storm on Sunday we heard the tornado sirens. I asked if that was just the 7 o'clock siren the town sounds everyday. Josh was staring at the sky and shook his head. We went in to turn on the radio, which was giving a local advisory, naming Lowell as one of the towns where people should take cover immediately. This was a tornado warning, meaning a funnel cloud or tornado had been spotted. This is different than a tornado watch, meaning there is simply the possibility that there could be a tornado.

The voice on the radio said the storm would be in our town in about 30 minutes. Josh, always being prepared, went downstairs to set up our hide out. He decided that we would hide under the pool table. There he placed a couple of bottles of water, torches (flashlights), our gortex rain jackets, my wellies, and his boots.

So we watched, waited, listened.

I remembered from shows about tornadoes when people said it sounded like a freight train coming through. My heart stopped at one point when the thunder was low and rumbling continuously. It could have sounded like a freight train. The strange thing was that there was hardly any wind! The sky looked ominous and we could see clouds swirling that seemed like they could form a funnel any minute.

The clouds passed and the rain subsided. We were all safe and sound. What a welcome to the Midwest!