Tuesday 22 February 2011

Time For A Quick Flashback To The Early '90s...

This week, I am paying homage to the early 90s PBS classic show, "Where In The World Is Carmen SanDiego?". Don't remember this epic television event? This might jog your memory...




In the spirit of Carmen Sandiego, I will give you a clue to my travels this week in video form. Before you get TOO excited, no, I will not be traveling in a neon jumpsuit. I am also not traveling back in time. Bummer, I know.



That's right--I'm going to the land of kilts, haggis and Braveheart! More pictures and stories when I return!

Friday 18 February 2011

T.G.I.F.

I don't know about your Friday, but I'm so thankful that ours went a little something like this:



South Hinksey Village, courtesy of Google Images


Wytham Wood. Like Cameron Park... but a trillion times awesome-r.


Did I say a trillion? I meant a gazillion.


See what I mean?

Friday 11 February 2011

Brits Say the Darndest Things

When Will first approached me about applying to Oxford University my thoughts went something like this:

"Whew! At least he picked an English-speaking country."

Or so I thought...

According to our shared dictionary we technically communicate with the same language. But there is one gigantic difference that separates us from our British brethren.

They are SO stinkin' adorable!!!

My first clue was on the airplane ride to London. The stewardess came over the intercom, reminding passengers that the airline attendants would soon be collecting our "rubbish" in the "rubbish bins." And that was the moment that I fell head-over-heels in love.

This love fest with British accents and British words just keeps growing the more time we spend here. Yes, I've experienced some of the typical "ah you silly American" moments--the most recent originated from a 3 year old ("These aren't pants--these are my TROUSERS," followed by bouts of laughter. Apparently "pants" are their word for underpants. My bad). But I don't mind the giggles or the attempted American accents when I remember that I do the exact same thing to them in my home. And now on my blog. So I have collected some of my favorite words/phrases over the past few months that have tickled our fancy. Enjoy!

1. "Cheeky blighter!" I think this was supposed to be a negative comment to my dear husband, but we both belly laughed when we heard it. Why can't Americans use such delightful phrases like that, instead of the crude and rude alternatives we seem to favor so much?

2. "Maths." Yes, as in plural. As in Will is "reading for his DPhil in Maths."

3. "Acclimatized." I used the word "acclimated" (as in "we have quickly acclimated to the weather over here") and was met with a blank stare. Then, "...is that like acclimatized, or did you make that up?". I have now switched to acclimatized just to avoid confusion.

4. "Fritta." I was asked to make a fritta the other day at work and before I could betray my confusion my boss reminded me to "make sure the bread sits in the egg for a few minutes to soak up as much egg as possible." Could it be... french toast? Yes! Whew. Saved face on that one.

5. "Holiday." I know I know, you've probably all heard this one before. But there's a big difference between singing "it's a jolly holiday with Mary" and actually listening to people discuss where they are going on holiday. I love it.

6. "Pushchair." I kept trying to convince the 3 year old to climb into the stroller and finally, with a huff, she turned to me and said "it's not a stroller it's a PUSHCHAIR!". It's really a very obvious word, isn't it?

7. "Stroppy." As in, "now don't you go and get all stroppy with me." This one I had to google. Apparently it is used to refer to someone who is ill-natured or in a bad temper.

8. "Fag." I was mildly offended when I first heard "you want a fag?". Oh. Cigarette. Right.

9. "Cheers." Ok, I know you've all heard of cheers as an alternative to "thank you," but we have one friend here who blends them constantly! His redundant "cheers, mate, thanks!" makes me grin every time.

10. Instead of a specific word, there is the very confusing way of speech/accent. There have been so many instances where I have been asked questions that I absolutely do not understand. My new rule of thumb to ask twice for clarification and, if I'm still confused, just smile and nod when they repeat themselves for a third, indistinguishable time. Who knows what I have agreed to thus far, but it seems to be working!


Oh British people, how I enjoy you! Now if only I could convincingly pull off your accent...

Cheers, y'all.


Saturday 5 February 2011

In Case You Haven't Heard...

I am a (part-time) working woman again! Yes, my days as a lady of leisure are over. No more sleeping in (wait, not true...), no more morning coffee with my neighbor (just Fridays now) and no more afternoon hikes (unless you count the walk to work). However, I always have three day weekends, I get to have a discipleship day with Blythe, and my mornings are spent with my cute husband.

Hmmm... my days are still sounding rather leisurely...

Brilliant!

So the job--I'm working as a part-time nanny for a family with a 4 1/2 year old autistic boy and his 3 year old little sister. The benefits of the job include my awesome schedule, the pay, the ability to work with a special needs kiddo, and the flexibility of my vacation time. I only work Monday, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons (for a grand total of 18 hours) which still leaves time for exploring Oxford, weekend trips, volunteering for a local ministry, and quality time with Will. The pay (although no teacher's salary like last year) is far above minimum wage, which will more than take care of our bills and allow us to start putting money aside for traveling. We're thinking Scotland or Ireland in the next month or two. The family is super flexible with vacations--the mom works from home so she only needs a week's notice for any time off and she'd be able to arrange her schedule to be with the kids. This will be perfect for whenever we do make the long voyage back to the States. We're thinking September. :)

Before you start imagining my job to be all kinds of Mary Poppins happy I should remind you that working with a special needs child is not always a "spoon full of sugar" kind of easy. His diagnosis was very recent so the entire family is readjusting to this new way of life. My job is to ease some of that transition and to be an extra experienced hand of support. New situations are really difficult for autistic children and, as I had expected, my first week saw some very difficult behavior from the little boy and his little sister, who is watching her brother's behavior and imitating the fits to get what she wants. The three of us are definitely still getting used to one another. Lord willing, I'll quickly find the balance between having fun with the kids and working with this little boy on some behavior goals.

And on that note--I must get ready for work! Happy Monday, everyone.