An Udate for Susan

Wow, I just checked Susan's blog and I am on her list. I feel visible. I did not really think anybody read this. Ok, Susan. I have been very busy calling Democrats to see if they are voting for Obama. And it got very depressing because so many are switching their vote for McCain. I am working with my local Obama for Change in my county. I don't know how you persuade someone to change their vote. I am not good at debating the issues. I can't even get my husband and sister in law to listen to me.
If this country has four more years of Republicans, I will have to move. I don't know where. But England is looking good. Canada is closer and I have a friend Andrea there.
And I also have a lot of cousins in Toronto, Canada. My mother was born there.

I have chicken in the oven but I'm feeling like shrimp. You know what I mean. We eat
a lot of chicken. I may start clucking soon. My husband has become allergic to beef and he can't eat a lot of foods that he used to eat. So, it's pretty much pork or beef. He could eat fish but he hates seafood. His idea of fish folks is frozen fish sticks. His idea of a vegetable is applesauce or cranberries. Ok, I will quite
picking on him. He is a good husband. He has to have been to put up with me for 41 years. I miss my Mother so much today. I don't know why. Just hit me today. Sometimes I want to talk to her so much.
I am watching The New York Yankee's play the Boston Red Sox. The Yankee's were my mother in laws team and the Boston Red Sox was her brother Donalds team. I like to think they are sitting here with me watching along.

London Westminster Bridge and Big Ben

Each night I would walk down at about 8 or 9pm and watch the lights come up in Parliament and Big Ben. It was magical. Our hotel was just blocks from the river.
I miss that nightly walk so much. There just must be some way I can live in England permanently. Here is my favorite photograph.

Dunwich England

Laura's Tea Shop in Dunwich. The best fish and chips in all of England. And the best dessert counter. Very very fresh Plaice. The chips are hot, crisp. The fish is fresh caught locally. This is the "real" thing. http://www.visit-dunwich.co.uk/review/Dunwich/00000000375/FloraTeaRooms.html



While visiting London, I could not find one decent fish and chips place. Not one.
I miss England so much. Everytime I visit, then I am depressed for months because I cannot acclimate to my own country. And especially during an election year. My country is so corrupt.
My husband shooting a movie along Dunwich seacost. He is up on the bluff. I am walking along the beach.

Breaking a record

Three updates in one month. Whoo Whoo... And nothing to write about. I have this blog, live journal, facebook, my space, and flickr account. I gotta cut back on the internet. It's bleeding into my personal life. And my dogs are none too happy about it. Speaking about bleeding. I love Leona Lewis and her song, I Keep on Bleeding.
If I am in the car and that song comes on, I just sing at the top of my lungs. With
the windows up.

I am soo ready for some Fall weather. It is still to hot here in Central/North Florida. My husband is watching golf. That is what he does on the weekend. I have already mowed the entire lawn over at my mother's old house. (my mom left me this
house I have to take care of) At least until my brother decides if he wants to sell it or live in it. My brother lives in Colorado and seems in no hurry to move back
to Florida. He just called me and made me sick telling me their low is 48 degree's
and high is 70. I should be so lucky. We're still hitting 90 every day. Sometimes
the humidity is so high that it looks misty and steamy. I really hate Florida.
I only like Miami, where I was born and raised for 21 years. And no one will take me down there anymore.
This is about all. Maybe I will keep this updated more often.