I miss my other half...

Speaking of my baby - he has started trying out typepad...have a wander over to
izzy.typepad.com and check it out!

P.S I've temporarily forgotten all my knowledge of HTML as the knowledge of how to make a Caramel Macchiato fills my head, so until I start working part time again, I doubt I'll be able to do anything fancy with the ole HTML, but if you do happen to be in Nottingham and pop into Starbucks, I'll make ya a mean Cappuccino ;-)

You MUST MUST MUST check out www.danielbedingfield.com ... that is an order, his music RAWKS! ... Hit the numbers at the bottom of the screen in the UK site to preview his songs - check out numbers 5 and 6 first - my faves!

Got his CD in the mail this morning and I cannot stop listening to it!

...P.S - I'm still working FULL FULL time, (i.e 43 hours per week) hence the lack of posting, but when I get back to University (Friday 26th Sep) you won't be able to stop me from writing, so don't desert me just yet will y'all!? :)

Have a good one.

So here I am, back home, with four weeks of full time work ahead of me at Starbucks on Clumber Street. I asked my boss before I left if she could give me as many hours as possible when I got home and she has sure done that…in just the next four days I’ll be working 32 hours and next week I’m doing 42…she’s only giving me one day off a week. This means I’ll get taxed like crazy but it also means I’ll get more money and goodness knows I need it!
Yesterday was my first day back at work and despite the little mishaps of not knowing where new products are on the register, and my co-worker Alex pulling so hard on my apron string that it actually broke off, nothing amazing happened. Starbucks is Starbucks and when you go back, you feel like you’ve never been gone.

Rewind back a few days to coming back home from America. The journey was ok, but those night flights give me worse jetlag than the daytime ones. Yesterday I simply couldn’t get out of bed and this morning wasn’t much better. I’m usually an early bird, jumping out of bed as soon as I wake up but since I’ve been home, that’s not been the case! My body is all messed up and this jetlag is killing me. The problem is, I don’t feel tired at night, so I end up going to bed around midnight, 1am, and then I just can’t get up when I’m supposed to…here’s to hoping I’ll snap out of it soon.

Apart from that, everything here is going great. I miss my man more than you can know but I’m happy that we’ve caught each other on the phone everyday that I’ve been back, even though our schedules are somewhat clashing now, we’ve still managed it :)…I’m still not quite used to hearing his voice just over the telephone, knowing he’s so far away but it sure is better than not hearing him at all.

I went to see my new house on Wednesday (the one I’m living in for college) and let me tell you that it deserves a whole entry of it’s own about cleanliness and people’s astounding ability to live in what looks more like a bomb site than a house…more rants coming on that one soon!

Well, I’m sure I have a lot more to say but I gotta get my ass off to work (so is the story of my life for the next four weeks)…so bye bye for now my little home chickens :)

Just a real quick note to everyone to let you know that it's really difficult got me to get online right now. I'm back home safe and sound but my boss has given me the nastiest hours because I've had two months off work! I'll get right back into blogging regularly as soon as I can, but right now posts will unfortunately be sporadic...(sporadic means occasionally...try using it in a sentance today ;-))

Thanks for reading folks, I'll be back to regular posting a.s.a.p :)

...and a lil MUWAH for Izzy ;-)

Wow, the weirdest thing is happening to me! I think I'm becoming acclimated to this whole 'living in America' thing ;-) ... seriously, despite some moans that I have (who doesn't have moans?), life here is truly wonderful, and I'm feeling better about it with every day that goes by.

I was thinking this primarily last night while Izzy and I were out at the Macaroni Grill for our 16 month anniversary dinner (whenever I'm with him on an anniversary, no matter how small, I like to celebrate it as we're not always together on our anniversaries). He had been at work since 6.30 in the morning, had worked around 10 hours at the hospital and was now out with me eating wonderful Italian food at our favourite restaurant, before that, we'd even had a cruise around Office Max and Old Navy, (one of my favourite stores in the states, I WISH we had an Old Navy in England!) We managed to pack so much into the evening that activities which I would normally save for two days, we did all in one. That's the great thing about America, this mentality that if you want to do it, why not? Izzy is embarking on the busiest two years of his career and yet he still finds time to spend with me and take me out - isn't it wonderful?! Ya think we're in love? ;-)

When he first started at the hospital my world crashed down around me, he wasn't here 24/7 and we weren't spending a lot of time together. The hospital had to come first and I was scared about being left behind to hang around the house all day and never see him. Now that he's been there for a good ten days, my outlook has changed and I feel a whole lot better. I know that this is going to be the hardest two years of his career, that he's gonna be putting in a LOT of hours at the hospital, but as long as he comes home in the evening and I get to just see him there with me, I am truly happy. Pleasure often lies in the small things don't ya think?

I'm also happier about being here and away from England. Sure I miss it, I miss my family, I miss my old walking places and eating different food, I miss the chocolate and I miss my grandmother's garden, but I don't have this overwhelming terror running through me that I just can't do this like I did before. When I first got here there were evenings where I would just lie in Izzy's arms and cry my eyes out for fear that this was something that I just cannot do. I'm still scared by it and moving to America is a HUGE thing, but I'm a very capable woman and although I'm not saying that I'll find it easy, I am saying that I think I can do it, and that has filled me with a glowing sense of optimism for the future.

I love Izzy and I love the life that I have when I'm with him and I do not want to jeopardize that for anything :)

So I'm kinda bored, just sitting here thinking of something interesting to write...settling into the whole 'waiting for the man to come home' routine that I have right now. It's made me think seriously about whether or not I really want to be a housewife let me tell ya! There's nothing like waiting around for someone to come home to make you think about whether or not you really want to do that for the rest of your life...having said that, if it really was for the rest of my life I'd have other things to do than just wait around for him all day, I'd be able to drive which would make a difference, and the apartment would be mine too so I could do stuff as I please and not feel like I'm intruding in someone else's space ya know? Anyways...

Good news is that I passed all my second year finals with a high B! Not too shabby and nothing to be sniffed at since a 2:1 (what equates to a high B in England University language), is what I'm aiming for. Izzy got me all inspired by telling me he thought I could get a first (High A in English University terms) if I really worked at it...and I agree with him, I reckon I could get one too but whether or not I really want to slug my guts out to the extent that I'd have to, remains to be seen.

The thing I'm pondering now is my final year project. The Izmeister and I were talking about this on Sunday, and I think I'm gonna try and focus on something to do with the internet and love - do we view love in a different way since the birth of the internet? Has the internet changed the boundaries of love? Is online romance acceptable in today's society? Things along this nature are the things I've been mulling over. I have a lot of tweaking to do, but at least now I have an idea to bounce from :)

I was visiting the Third Day Message Boards this morning, which is where Izzy and I met. So far there have been four couples who met on the boards and are now romantically involved as a consequence, Izzy and I being one of them. Two of those couples are already married and today I read that the third have just gotten engaged! Congratulations to Stephanie and Byron :)
One person left the comment of 'three down, one to go...'
Izzy and I had better get a move on eh? ;-)

Ponderous...
I'm sitting here watching 'Autumn in New York' - Izzy is at the hospital and has short call today, which means that he probably won't be home until gone 11.30pm - that's 12 hours from right now. Every day that he is gone, I count down the hours and the minutes until he comes home and I can see his face light up as I jump into his arms and hold him tight. Reminds me of the first job I ever had, four weeks work experience in an office when I was 15, filing and making tea, it was more boring than you can believe and I spent most of the time writing down the time on a piece of paper in the moments I had between tasks - it always made the time seem to go faster and when I came home I had this strip of paper with loads of times written down in intervals from 9 - 5. When I write my journal while he's away, I do the same thing...counting down the hours...

I miss you Izzy

Watching this film has put me in an extremely ponderous mood about love. I'm sitting here thinking about our relationship and the love that God has given us, and I can't help but think that I am the luckiest girl in the whole world.
In this film, the girl, Charlotte, is dying from a tumor and right now her guy has been told that she only has weeks to live...makes you think about life in an entirely different way when you have that perspective doesn't it?

How much time do any of us have?

I'm always worried in this relationship about leaving my family behind in England and moving to America to be with Izzy, but what scares me more is imagining a future without him...the minute that thought crosses my mind I literally feel the tears well up, hot behind my eyes and I just can't think about it anymore.

Every day, Izzy gives me something to smile about, something to laugh about, something to make me proud of him, something to make me thank the Lord that he chose me over the many other girls that he could have if he really wanted...he chose me, he wants to be with ME and that's an incredible feeling.

In this life there are things that you have to do, there are choices and there are decisions that you wish you didn't have to make, but that's the way life is - and instead of complaining about how much easier our life would be if we didn't have to make the decisions we do, we should be glad for all the riches that our life gives us, and take the bad with the good, the scary with the exciting, the amazing with the mundane...

Izzy makes my life incredible - amazing, exciting, fabulous...but in some ways we both make each others lives scary too...and instead of running from that like I sometimes do now...from now on, I'm gonna stare it square in the face, because a life without Izzy isn't a life at all.

In the Library...
I'm here in the library of NEOUCOM - North Eastern Ohio Universities College of Medicine - could you even try to think of a longer name? Yeah, I don't think so either. Anyways, this is Iz's Med School and he's currently in his second day of Orientation. Today we're looking at around 6 or so hours so I have to think of productive things to do to fill that time, I might resort to unproductive things however, just to fill the time. I'll keep you posted.
I have around three weeks left in the States now, being here for the summer has taught me a lot of things, it's interesting to see the things that I miss, some are what I thought I'd miss, others actually surprise me. Of course I miss my family and my home but I also miss my way of life in England, the way of life in England is very different to the way of life in the US, but then again, lately I've been thinking that maybe it's more the way of life of Izzy's family is different to the way of life of my family - I think that's a more accurate statement when I really think about it. It's always difficult adapting to living in somebody else's household, but I think the experience is opening my eyes to many things and is good for me.
I do love it here...America really rocks.

I'm sure I'll write more a little later, we'll see how my morning goes, man I could murder a cup of tea!