tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43390196025690937382011-11-04T15:32:15.949ZGina Geremiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00490288555546518951noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339019602569093738.post-79794061373803951172010-04-09T14:29:00.002+01:002010-04-09T14:29:54.895+01:00

[Photo]What would you choose to do on the most beautiful day of spring? BBQs, picnics, visits to a local pub's beer festival and cycling over the hills of Suffolk are among some of the very many activities our friends participated in over this past weekend. We were lucky enough to have a visitor from America and took to opportunity to endulge in a relaxing afternoon including a long walk along

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Oftentimes when I discover a new place I can feel how old it is, especially now that I am in England. I can almost smell the ancient age of trees and soil in the air. And sometimes, a place has such familiarity that I actually wonder if I have been there before. Take Chalkney Wood for example. In the heart of Colne Valley in Essex County lies Chalkney Wood, an ancient forest that has lived for

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To kick off this blog about living in and visiting East Anglia, it seems most appropriate to write about the river Stour. Appropriate because I have explored this area more than any other in East Anglia. Appropriate because it is one of England's oldest navigations. And appropriate in hopes that the river's original meaning "the strong, powerful one", will give this blog the strength and power to

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My stepson In the last year he has provided me with a lifetime of funny stories which I will undoubtedly threaten to use against him when he least suspects. As I am sure those of you with children understand, the humorous material they provide is endless.  Chay is eight years old and as such, considers himself a man. He wears a "tough" look when he's around adults giving the impression that

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This time of year is filled with everything Christmas We were lucky enough to get snow, which really drove the Christmas cheer home, presents from family arrived on time, our tree is glimmering with lights and ornaments, radio stations are pumping out Christmas songs and we got a load of wood so we are sure to have a crackling fire to see us through the new year. And, as is always the case this

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Last night we had our first snowfall of 2009. Looks like all of those snow danced finally paid off! This is what it looked like when we went to bed last night... Chaga and I went for a walk this afternoon. These photos show how gorgeous it is outside still! What a beautiful place to be with snow! We're hoping to hold on to this little bit of winter wonderland long enough

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This past weekend Justin, Chay, Chaga and I went on a walk around Nayland and Wiston. It's amazing how a fresh walk can build your spirits! We were all energized - even when walking through the muddy field. Since there were so many bridges along this particular walk, I decided to take photos of us at every bridge. I did forget one bridge along the way, but got all of the others. Bridge #1: At

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Oats are loaded with nutrition and versatility! I use oats in breads, cereals, trail  mix, as a thickening agent in soups and stews and of course, in these delightful and "healthy" treats!  Spicy Oat Cookies There is much dispute amongst my family and friends over whether to put raisins in oatmeal cookies and then, whether or not to use soft of hard raisins. In other words, do you soak them

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This post is dedicated to the tantalizing, spicy and versatile tuber, Ginger. Ginasnaps (yes, Gina-snaps. Named so by my wonderfully clever friend, Paige. Adapted from a recipe included in Saveur by Claudia Fleming.) These little morsels put a whole new snap in a traditional gingersnap. With freshly ground white pepper, loads of fresh ginger and dry ginger, and adorned with a little diamond of

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I am going to capitalize on the fact that I don't have a lot of readers and take the opportunity to post some of my favorite recipes for the holiday season. Not all are my personal recipes, but all are my personal favorites. The recipes I am going to post over the course of the month are coveted by me. It has taken quite a while to tweak them and get them just to my liking. I hope you enjoy them

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The information I choose to share is valuable. At least it's valuable to me and therefore should be worth a listen or a read. At least to my family and friends. I really ought to get more of my thoughts down on... on... paper? Screen? What do you call it when you write it on a computer but don't print it? Ah hell, it's not like it matters. My point? I sit at home applying/bidding on dozens of

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Yesterday I applied for multiple freelance writing jobs. Let's just say I was on a role. Really, it seemed absolutely unbelievable that I would find so many ads in search of freelance writers or assistants to the editor or bloggers, etc. After writing several ingenious cover letters I attached writing samples and my CV and sat back feeling quite satisfied to have accomplished so much in one

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My one-year anniversary celebrating my giant move overseas was on October 31. Since then, I've been thinking a lot about moving in general, how many times I've moved over the years, the number of houses I've lived in (or structures), how much money I've spent on gasoline travelling back and forth with all of the trips. Seriously, it seems endless. It feels like an endless string of insecurity,

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Today I was interviewed on BBC Radio Suffolk; and, it all started with the growth of a beard... Oh, and throw in some bras and pants as well. The celebration of such undergarments and facial hair growth is all in the name of cancer research and support. 11 November, 2009 – For Immediate Release Beards & Bras in Bures November is cancer awareness month in Bures. In an effort to support both

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It was one night and one night only we were able to experience the week-long festival. Still, it was one GREAT night and well worth the one year wait! The party consisted of (starting from front left) Claire, James, Tom, me and Justin along with about 300+ fans and 400+ beers. Our mission was to taste delicious beers from all over. After going through the full beer list I made my list of must

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I love looking at photos. I love looking at snapshots of life through someone else's eyes. It is inspiring, emotional and in some cases downright odd (check out the photo of the body builders - you couldn't stage it better!). Antony Bennison is a photo editor for MSN in London. Each week Antony hand picks the most striking photos (as he sees it) taken over the previous seven days. Check it out.

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Clean, Walk, Bathe, Eat, Bake. Wait. Dishes. Dinner. Dishes. Guitar Sounds. Food and Music. Food, and Music. Food. Music. No matter how you slice it, it always turns out the same -- delicious and fun. Nice to taste. Nice to hear. What a nice way to be. Not to sound like life is a bowl of cherries. Some days it is. Some days the cherries are bitter. Some days it's nothing but pits. And some days,

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One afternoon a few months ago while browsing the Internet I realized my computer was acting odd. This odd behavior continued for several weeks until it became eminent that it was to be replaced. I had been so far out of the market that I had no idea where to go or who to talk to regarding a suitable replacement. That being said, I knew exactly where to start my search - Shopwiki. Shopwiki is a

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What it all boils down to is that a diet of sausages and mashed potatoes simply is not as slimming as a diet of salads and fresh fruit. Just remember, if you really are what you eat, would you rather be brown and mushy or green and snappy? You choose.

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I like my blogs, I like to write, take pictures and share about my life. I don't have a lot of advice to give. I don't have the incredibly mind altering, earth shattering, life changing experiences of other bloggers. I am not a single mother who offers advice on how to get back into the dating game or what brand diaper suits the urban green momma. I don't take the time to blog about everything I

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When Claire, James, Justin and I went to the pub for dinner a week ago we were faced with the dilema of there being only one pork schnitzel left on the menu. Both Claire and I wanted the pork schnitzel. What were we to do? Ever so gracefully, and much to my delight, Claire backed down and allowed me to have the last schnitzel. It wasn't without dissapointment on everyone's part however. We had

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Justin and I had our very first American guest this past weekend! It all started with that little networking service, Facebook. What a way to connect and reconnect with people from all aspects of our lives.Chris in the Sun Inn in Dedham Chris found me on Facebook a few months back - 19 years after we graduated from Castleton State College. The craziest thing is, we hadn't even spoken since

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Today Claire and I went to the Essex Food Show in Cressing Temple and Oh My God was it a delicious and entertaining day!!! One of the medieval barns at Cressing Temple: Outside and In To begin with, Cressing Temple is a fantastic place in so many ways. An ancient monument with origins going back to the 12th century, it is home to two Templar barns as well as many other farm buildings including a

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Yesterday was May Bank Holiday Monday. The Thatcher's Arms, a freehouse in Mount Bures, hosted a farmers' market and dog show. Claire, Justin and I walked up with Chaga to check out the scene and enjoy a pint. We each had a Golden Duck ale and Chaga and I entered two competitions, the "look alike" competition and the "don't take the biscuit" competition. We didn't do well in the look alike

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On Sunday we had our very first BBQ of the year. Claire, James, Sarah and Becky came over. Justin spent most of the day pretending to be a spy with Chay but the two of them paused the game for a short while to eat and get in this picture! The BBQ was complete with cheeseburgers, sausages, Thai peanut noodle salad, tortilla chips, salsa and blood orange margaritas! It was a great day that we

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Easter Sunday marked the beginning of spring for me. Justin, Chay and I had Claire, James and Gilly over for the day. I made the traditional Ham and Egg Pie and Claire and I put together an increadible spread. We gorged ourselves silly and wrapped it all up with a cheesecake with raspberry and chocolate sauces. Before gorging ourselves on all of the delicious food we took a fantstic walk through

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Easter is nearly here. I always loved Easter in the same way I loved the Tooth Fairy. The Easter Bunny would come hoppin' down the bunny trail to deliver chocolate eggs, jelly beans and all kinds of sweet treats to "all the girls and boys". No dressing up, no being good for a whole year in order to get something. The Easter Bunny loves all equally -- good or bad, young or old, right or wrong.

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Who’s your best friend? We get asked that question from the time we are two years old. I’ve had many best friends over the years. The first one I can remember was when I was between five and seven, Thomas. Thomas had curly, afro-like, brown hair and was really funny. I remember when I turned seven Thomas gave me a stuffed ladybug for my birthday. It was purple with hot pink spots and was filled

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Reconnecting with friends of past is a real treat. I hesitate to say "old" friends because I refuse to consider myself or any of my friends old - regardless of our age. Life is short, or so they say, and so I find it difficult to imagine ever being old. Is it possible to become old in such a short lifetime? Today I found myself remembering, laughing out loud and feeling happy for both myself and

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Early mornings have always been one of my most cherished times of the day. Waking up, going for a long walk, returning to a delicious cup of coffee. On a particularly warm day in the spring or every day in the summer throughout autumn I would enjoy my coffee on the porch of my house. "Coffee on the porch?" My mother would ring me at 8 am every Friday morning and we'd sit on our respective porches

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We caught each other's eye and I chirped "You must be Jarred, the other American!" He laughed and said "Hi! I thought that was you!" Someone said, "It's funny how you Americans can recognize each other!" He seems super nice and friendly. Apparently he is unhappy living here and talks incessantly about how great America is compared to here or anywhere else in the world. "Leaders of the Free World!

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Laying in a bed of snowdrops is deliciously comfortable. A telltale sign that spring is here and warm weather is on its way is when you capture the little green shoots of the snowdrop peering through the soil. Each day you walk by hoping to catch the first sight of the nodding white flower. Several varieties even offer you the promise of spring by blooming in January and February. The nicest time

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Every day I collect strange and interesting data to write about in my blog. Mostly it comes in the form of making mental notes when other times I actually mention it to Justin that I ought to write about it. Henry is one of those topics that simply had to be written about. Henry. What can I say about the ol' fella? Henry means well but he's just not good at getting the job done. I'd say he sucks

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Well, we're here. Chaga and me that is. We're here, with the love of my life, in our new home built sometime in the late 1480s (makes you realize how relative "new" is), filtering our thoughts between all of the valuable (and not so valuable) artifacts on the walls, tables, corners, ceilings. We are leasing the house but somehow when I walk through it I get the sensation of house sitting for two

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He never ceases to amaze me with his patience. His humor makes my eyes squint. His intelligence makes my ears twitch. The love he shows me is true, deep, rich and alive, making my knees soft. I look around me wherever I am and something reminds me of him. The color blue. A crystal vase. A map. Paperclips, staples and tape. The color blue. A ribbon. A book on hiking trails. Notebook paper,

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Uuuugh! Now that I started a blog, there's the pressure to keep writing!!! I love to write. I don't profess to be an exceptional writer. As a matter of fact, I don't think I'm necessarily that talented of a writer at all. I insert commas where they don't belong or are not necessary or I don't use them where they are useful. In all honesty, I don't even remember all of the parts of speech and

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It can happen to anyone really. Believe me. But don't ask me anything like how or when or even why. Don't ask me how to get there. Don't assume I know how to give directions. And don't try to take a ride on mine as you're liable to get hurt. You can however, ask me about mine in an effort to understand how to weave your own. Here, let's start in 1990. I mean, it's a ways back in time, but you

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