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Does hailing cabs make you fabulous?

Before I moved to London I couldn’t wait until the day I was a big city gal, whimsically hailing cabs with a casually glorious semi-smile on my face. I’d toss my shopping bags in the back and be on my fabulous way.

I woke up this morning and felt a deep pain in the place my pocket normally resides. I realized I’d wasted yet another £30 ($50) on a cab ride home from the city because I was too stupid to leave 15 minutes earlier to catch the last train and too (I don’t even know the word – smart?) to take the night bus home.

Thirty pounds doesn’t sound like so much, but I’ve developed a habit of easily convincing myself it’s worth the money to not have to take the bus, tube, whatever. “Oh, it’s only £10. Oh, it’s only £20.”

Two months later it’s nearly £200 spent because my stupid hand won’t stop sticking itself out in the street and stopping cabs.

And instead of looking like this:

I looked like this:

So, no, taking cabs does not make you fabulous. It makes you another drunk idiot with less money than you had before. And the fabulous shopping bag? Just an empty, crumpled up, in-case-I-puke shopping bag.

Some people waste money on smoking. Some people waste money on compulsive shopping. I waste money on cabs, and I think cab addiction should be hailed as a serious medical affliction in the same regard as other addictions.

I kinda feel like Annie on Bridesmaids, “Help me I’m poor.”

By the way – if you’re up for cat jokes, cute cat pictures, and discovering the makings of a crazy cat lady, check out my sister’s blog, Furry Little Cousins. It’s great!


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I’ll be friends with anyone who wants to file my taxes for me.

This has been a big week for me in terms of life revelations. I found a reason to have children AND a reason to become a British citizen.

This year was the first year my parents said (in February), “You need to make sure you file your taxes.” I said, “OK,” and now it’s the deadline in three days and I haven’t filed my taxes yet. I’m scared.

Being an adult isn’t very fun. I don’t want to file taxes. If I become a British citizen I’ll never have to file taxes again, unless I become self-employed.

Yes, that’s correct. I pay taxes over here and I don’t have to file a tax return. “They” do it for me, and I carry on living my life.

Filing a tax return is the kind of thing that makes you start thinking, “My parents should have to do this for me. I didn’t ask to be born, so why am I being punished? You aren’t just a parent for 18 years, you are a parent for life! Who do they think they are?? The audacity!”

I want to go back in the womb. Kind of like Benjamin Button, except my story wouldn’t be so gawddang boring and make people paralyzed with rage that they wasted three hours of their life watching one of the worst movies ever made, and then have to hear obnoxious, self-obsessed, a-doublesnakes-holes talk for months about how the film was “beautiful” and “Oscar-worthy.” No, no it wasn’t. I don’t want to be friends with anyone who can look me in the eye and honestly say that was a good movie. There’s being tolerant of other people’s opinions, and then there’s this movie.

 So, who wants to be my friend? This offer is on the table only until April 18.


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Buying organic food on a budget

We’ve made the decision that our traveling and fun lifestyle has to be put on hold while we save hardcore for the next year. We realized if we don’t start saving we could get stuck in England forever, and that’s definitely not ideal. It’s not ideal for a variety of reasons, one being that this is the weather almost every day of the year:

Yes, you are seeing that correctly. A big gray blanket of misery. Gray everywhere. Never too cold. Never too hot. Never much of anything.

Anyway, this financial decision also meant my food budget got cut despite my protests. I guess it’s fair to say I didn’t have a budget for food before. If I wanted it, I bought it. I felt (feel) that health shouldn’t be connected to a budget.

Needless to say, buying all organic is no longer an option for the Mitchell residence.

Adrian believes that if you aren’t going to buy all organic then it’s pointless to bother buying any organic. I disagree. I think you should do all you can to eliminate pesticides and fertilizers from your diet, even if that means cutting them by only 50%.

I’ve read that certain vegetables and fruits are worse than others in terms of contamination, so I did some research and found this list from organic.org on which are the most contaminated fruits and veg:

12 Most Contaminated 

  • Peaches
  • Apples
  • Sweet Bell Peppers
  • Celery
  • Nectarines
  • Strawberries
  • Cherries
  • Pears
  • Grapes (Imported)
  • Spinach
  • Lettuce
  • Potatoes

12 Least Contaminated

  • Onions
  • Avocado
  • Sweet Corn (Frozen)
  • Pineapples
  • Mango
  • Asparagus
  • Sweet Peas (Frozen)
  • Kiwi Fruit
  • Bananas
  • Cabbage
  • Broccoli
  • Papaya

From what I can tell this list seems to coincide with a lot of other things I’ve read concerning the contamination levels of these foods.

(Image from dailymail.co.uk)

In addition to trying to limit my organic spending to the most contaminated, I’m also buying far less meat. If I can’t buy meat that is humanely farmed and raised free of hormones and drugs then we won’t eat it.

We want to eat more healthfully anyway, so adding a lot more vegetarian options to our diet will be a good thing.

I tried going to our local farmers’ market to try to buy local but it was just awful. It was nothing like farmers’ markets I’ve been to in the US. All the food was clearly days old and starting to go bad, the meats weren’t displayed in a clean or safe  manner and at one stand there was blood all over the back of one of the vans. We also ended up getting food poisoning from what I believe was  a cheese we bought.

There are lots of markets throughout the city, but a few I’ve been to it’s no better than the supermarket because the food isn’t even from England. I’m sure that’s not the case for many, but I’ll have to find them.

Do you have a budget for food/organic food?


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I turned one this week!

On March 22, 2010 I was birthed into the world of money making and careering.

On March 22, 2011, behold! Career woman!

It was rough going through seven months of job searching and then finally getting hired because I couldn’t believe the search was over. Wild fears of mistaken identity or revoked new-hire budgets plagued me and kept me awake at night in the weeks leading up to my first day.

“Are they sure they’ve hired the right person? Surely after seeing so many people there is bound to a mistaken identity every now and then.”

Even when my manager came upstairs to collect me I still wasn’t 100% convinced that I was truly the one. I hadn’t met him before because he wasn’t in my interviews, so I was like, “For all this guy knows I’m some bum off the street who happened to wander in here in need of a comfy couch.”

When he showed me around and no one seemed to object, I only had to worry about the budget being revoked and being immediately fired. First in, first out. I don’t like that saying. Well, I started liking it a lot more once I was fourth in line from the firing squad. Yeah, now I kind of like it.

Anyway, my blog also turned one! Technically that was at the end of February, but happy birthday, blog!


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Funny Thing About English People # 287

Many English people I have met believe Monopoly is a British game. They know this to be true.

It’s no wonder they are in disbelief when they are shown the truth. In true reflection of the outrageous drinking culture, there is even a website dedicated to going on a Monopoly pub crawl. You can do it in order, or simply visit all the sites.


At work when I told a couple of them it was 100% American they were sure it wasn’t. Even when they read the facts on the Internet I could see a sadness in their eyes that didn’t want it to be true.

According to some quick research on the net just now, I found out the first versions of the game date back to the early 1900s, and before long it became the official Atlantic City version we know today. Later it was taken to the UK and the streets were changed to London streets.

Ha! USA -1, England – 0.

I'm always the iron


There’s an English person who just been enlightened and is crying right now.

Pictures taken from http://www.worldofmonopoly.com


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