Sweatkini

This might be one of those "you had to be there" kind of moments...

Today's workout at Crossfit was intense and therefore sweaty. While lying face down on the floor after the workout, my friend Danielle was rolling out my hamstrings. I stood up and there was my sweat-kini. Sweat angel (snow angel, get it?) was another one thrown out there. Perhaps a bit sick, but it got a good laugh and that is my pic of the day!

Only in London

I am not exaggerating when I say London has a big drinking culture:

I'm not sure people will be dropping their greasy hangover sandwiches to go for a salad, but good effort.

Anyone got a cigar?

I felt like I should have had a smoking jacket and a snifter of whiskey tonight.
Hanging at the Royal Automobile Club - a private members only club in London that celebrates the history of cars and 'motoring' as they say. Here for a client event and it's got that old school British royalty feel to it...I'm thinking it was definitely a male-only club years ago where old dudes sat around smoking cigars and throwing back 100 year old whiskey while chatting about autos. Here's the featured car which perhaps only my Uncle Bobby would recognize - a Bristol 405 Drophead:

Don't forget your brolly

I've lived in London over a year and I still haven't learned one of the golden rules of living in London: never leave home without your brolly.
(Brollie = umbrella. Londoners love to "-y" lots of words. Some of my faves: breky = breakfast, telly = television, footy = football/soccer)
So I got up in a rainstorm on my way out of work. Not great weather for stopping to capture a piece of my day. The type of weather that made me want to curl up on the couch, put on a 'spot of tea' and break out a good book. Here's what I'm reading...from the author that wrote probably one of my favorite books of all time that I only recently discovered, The Alchemist.

The kettle is whistling...Cheerio :)

I'm a Sloaney

That's what they call us who live in Sloane Square - sloaneys. Known as a "posh" part of London, it looks amazing at Christmas time. Here's what I see every night coming off the tube...capturing the lights before they take them down!

Meat is good

So now that I'm eating red meat again (and LOVING it), I made my first beef dish in a slow cooker. Very proud moment! So proud that it made my picture of the day:

Project 2012

Wow, I haven't done this in over a year. I had to look back in my initial email to my family to even get the web address. But I decided to pick this up again and here's why.


My friend Danielle recently shared her "Project 2011" with me. It was 365 photos, one thoughtfully taken for every day of the year. Ugh - sounds like a LOT of work, particularly for someone like me who is easily distracted/forgetful/inconsistent with this type of stuff. However, she explained it to me like this: it makes you stop and look around every once in a while. Because you're always looking for your "picture of the day", your eyes are a bit more open to taking everything in. (And there's a lot to take in here.) She's also away from her home country and started this project as a bit of a documentary. 


I think it's a big task, but I love the whole idea of it...less of a documentary (think I've already proved that too daunting), and more just daily snapshots. So some days it might be boring given some days I may not do or see much of anything outside of my flat, work and the gym. It may end up being more for myself to force me to stop keeping up with the rat race and appreciate what's around me sometimes, and to remember at least a tiny piece of every day and (hopefully) capture some of the neat things I see or do. Here is my Jan 1 entry...cuz technically this was taken after midnight. 

Ringing in the New Year at the Blitz Party. The Blitz (from German, "lightning") was the sustained bombing of Britain by Nazi Germany between September 1940 and May 1941 during WW II. London was bombed for 76 consecutive nights. Here we are in a former bomb shelter - 40's swing music all night, plenty of polka dots, pin curls and lots of men in uniform...