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We took a few days off at the weekend to enjoy our two year anniversary. As great as it was to return to an area that means so much to us sentimentally I have to say I needed to get away just to recharge the batteries. The long hours at work and no time off was beginning to take its toll. We have been back less than a week and I feel the need to run off somewhere again. It's partly the fickle

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It's been a nice few weeks. Work has been busy. The weather has been getting noticeably warmer for a while now. The leaves have even come out in the trees in the Spring shy canyon in which we live. So with some time on my hands I was finally getting around to planning the vegetable garden.  Thoughts turned to putting corn on the grill, cabbage in my tacos, watermelon dribbling from my chin on

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It has been a long winter here in Salt Lake, followed by a spring that can be best described as fickle and schizophrenic. One day I'm getting a burnt neck whilst working and getting the crap from the wife that that entails, next I'm rushing off home trying to avoid the snow and hail. I'm almost missing the weather from Scotland, at least that is predictably bad. Anyway our two year anniversary

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Do you ever feel that your life is at the mercy of other peoples cock ups? Generally I don't, but sometimes I wonder. It was just under 3 years ago that I met somechileanwoman and with getting to know one another we realised we had something special and so we made plans to be together. A short few months after we did so the world was coming to terms with the fact the bankers of the world turned

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It seems every where you look today in the US there is division. The Republicans and Democrats can't agree on a budget for the country and so are pushing the country to an enforced shutdown. The NBA league could shut down for next season because the players union can't find an agreement with the franchise owners regarding profitability of teams (or lack thereof) and players wages. Likewise a

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There is a reason the car number plates boast 'the greatest snow on earth', winters here are long. When the snow does finally end, the sun is hot and not Scotsman friendly. Likewise the grass is not soft and baby friendly

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Some words are easier to say than others. Others nots so much. Like the word - sorry - even when you know it makes you a complete arsehole for not being able to say sometimes its remains difficult to spit it out. Granted if you had to spit it out, that would probably make it worse than not saying it at all. Not to mention it would be a tad bit messy. Some words you know are going to be difficult

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Regular viewers of Family Guy will be familiar with the sketch where the James Woods character is distracted from the idea of getting revenge on Peter Griffen by a piece of candy, but surely no one would be stupid enough to fall into such an obvious trap thats only going to lead to harm to self? That's where I can step up to the plate. (hmmm baseball term, I'm becoming more American all the time

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Sometimes I wonder how the hell I got to be part of a Mormon Latino family. Moments like these happen when I am struggling to understand what they are saying. It's liitle use to have conversations with me in Spanish as I may as well be partially deaf. I try to tune to my ear to conversations around me but try as I might I cannot hear much of what my adopted family say to me. The mere fragments

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Wanting a lot less of this  And this  Isn't it about time for walks on the beach and stuff Like watching dragonflies taking a rest Watching the sunflowers grow  Sniffing the flowers? Oh wait that's right, its only February!

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I'm a foreigner in these parts, and as a result I was brought up with a different mentality and way of looking at the world therefore I have a few things I am still trying to understand. This is a my list in no particular order: I don't quite get how some of the followers of the same political party that is most against the destruction of a life before it is born can also be the same people that

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She was tossing. She was turning. She had read. She had put up with me finishing watching the basketball in bed. The noisy distraction had done nothing for her piece of mind. She was too hot to sleep. She was worried about the day to come. Stressing about the patients. Stressing about how much work she might have to do alone due to the snow. Then one of the kids had a nightmare. So much on her

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I love her face  Everything about her seems so worthwhile I love her hair I love her nose I love the cute little dot on the end of that nose In a State where women are getting themselves fake noses and fake tits I'm surprised that no one is getting themselves one of those I love her full lips I love her smile I love the way she can be so shy and aware of my stare

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Its funny how life turns out, had I not met the wife I probably wouldn't be sitting here today listening to Julieta Venegas. I always had a wide ranging taste in music long before I met her but despite having music from as far a field as Sierra Leone and Japan I had not been introduced to the music of the Mexican songstress until somechileanwoman showed me what I was missing out on. Now Julieta

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Unable to watch the fitba or the rugby of back home I have been forced to take up new sport viewing habits. We tried to take in a Major League Soccer game a couple of months back by going to the home of Real Salt Lake. Throughout the game we were not impressed by the standard of play, its clear that Real are nothing like their Madrid namesake, but lets be fair we didn't expect that they would be.

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There is a still a major holiday to go here (Thanksgiving) and they are already jumping the gun. Bah! Humbug! Its not the only thing that's messed up. Lately the weather in these here parts has been getting its freak on. Last week I'd wake up to a cold early November morning only to find that by 3 in the afternoon it would be getting close to a balmy 22 degrees Celcius. Back in the home

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On Sunday we finally had some a few hours to ourselves, time that wasn't taken up by work, peoples parties, or sabotaged by cars that that like to play broke too damn much. It gave us enough enough to go on a shooting spree (photography shooting that is, I'm not that American yet). I'm eager to have a look at the results of a day well spent but if I was to load the images from the card to the

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Looking back on how this year, and then even further back, has developed it's fair to say that without the invention of Craigslist the lives of Scotsman and Some Chilean Woman would have gone on quite different paths. For us it all started over two years ago. Back then I was looking online for some cheap second hand camera lenses, trying in vain to get something for my Sigma, in desperation I

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So the car couldn't have broken at a worst time for our dreams of San Francisco, but you know what I ain't going to shed a tear. It's better it did what it did now than in the middle of the Nevada desert because you know I love the Proclaimers as much as the next Scotsman but walking 500 miles to a mechanic in that environment would make me one cranky butt.  Let's just take all the goods from

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It's the good wife's 30th at the end of this month. So I was thinking I should organise a party. Then I realised I'd never organised a party before. Shit! Nevermind I set forth with my planning. Should be fairly simply to inform everyone of date, place, etc I thought. Then I remembered we lived in a canyon with poor cell coverage. Shit, Again. Then I realised that every party needs a game.

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Its been a while, almost 5 weeks since we moved. We had been looking for a new place to rent for a few months. Without having much luck. For various reasons none of the places that we were looking at felt right. Then for some peculiar reason I decided to look outwith our agreed ideal areas. I came across one property that just seemed to suit our lifestyle. But it was right at the upper echelons

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If you were reading nowriterjustanoverthinker at the tail end of last year you may remember that I made a list of positive resolutions that we had to work our way through for the year, well finally we are finding the time to do just that. We have also invested in bikes for each of us which was not part of the list. Since then we have bought tickets to go see Bell X1 in San Francisco, which helps

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....That I'm the foreigner. It must be the sun it does funny things to my brain. Its funny little things that remind me I'm not in Scotland any longer. Like when its 84 degrees outside at 9:23 in the morning and the kids are saying "I'm cold!" I'm already cursing how hot its going to be and how much I'm going to suffer and they are putting on another layer of clothes - what the freak!

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Since the time when the snow stopped falling, work has been good. Far busier than I dared hope for. It hasn't allowed much in the way of family time, watching the world cup, or blog writing but it has allowed for family piece of mind time. As good as that feels its feels good to have a day off from working. Scottish people probably shouldn't work in the desert we just aren't designed for it.

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Scotland might not have been invited to the party (again) but at least we don't have to listen to those vuvuzela horns. Not that I have seen many games myself (be careful what you wish for working 50 - 60 hours leaves little time for blogging or watching the fitba). Although I have managed to record every one of them on the dvr I have only had the time to watch just two games thus far.

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I initially had intended to write this post after seeing the comments by Purest Green and Jimmy Bastard in reply to my previous post however life and work got in the way and so I just didn't find the time, hopefully I can make it make as much sense now as it did in my head at the time. Both comments come from a different perspective but in their own way are both valid. In the United Kingdom

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In the same week that Arizona's new immigration law has been challenged in court by an Arizona policeman the British Prime Minister has had a tough week on the election campaign trail after speaking to a pensioner on the streets. It was all going as well as expected until she asked the question. “All these eastern Europeans what are coming in, where are they flocking from?” He intially handled

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You would think my wife might have a spirit of adventure, after all there isn't too many Chilean/Scottish couples around and combining that passionate/stubborn concoction together was a risk. But when it comes to the great outdoors that spirit of adventure is lacking. One reason for this is she likes her high heels and flip flops too much, sensible walking shoes are not really part of her

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Utah is a beautiful State, its just a shame that Salt Lake Valley itself has been spoiled by endless advertising billboards, freeways, and ill considered permissible development, not to mention all those fast food eateries peppered throughout the valley that I probably am guilty of dining too often. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to discover Salt Lake Valley before such

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You might wonder why I haven't been writing as much lately. Well it seems that the online adverts for landscaping work took off. As soon as the weather turned for the better people started to phone up. The amount of interest from the adverts surprised even myself. I was expecting a slower but steadily increasing workload but no its really been gathering a head of steam the past few weeks. Last

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It was probably just a few hours before that I said to the wife that I miss the golden orangy-yellow colours of the gorse bush in full bloom in the Scottish countryside when we went for a walk as the sun was starting to set when Utah did its best to replicate the golden hues with the light. There might not be any rolling hills of green grass, there might not be any fields bordered with dry-stane

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As I sit here stuffing my face with a damn good chocolate chip cookie I feel the need to appease the wife. You see she's get a little peeved at the fact that there is something in every day that reminds her that she is with a Scottish husband. It could be as something as simple as watching a movie that just happens to have a Scottish character/Scottish actor/Scottish director/Scottish accent/

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I do not care where you live. I do not care what car you drive.  Or if the clothes you wear are this years must haves. I do not care if you have a trust fund that is unlimited or have minus seventy six cents in the bank. I do not care what phone you have. Or if you want the latest fad/gadget. I do not care if you have a facebook page or are jimmy nomates page. I will not be enticed by how many

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I was a little slow on the uptake on this but I've only just realised that our weekly tv viewing habit seems to have been slowly taken over by chefs with accents. If I were a more insecure man I might think my wife was trying to tell me something. It's no secret that I love my food but I cannot cook. And its no secret my wife loves her food and loves an accent too. I'm starting to think she

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I feel like I've said this already but I'm ready for a little bit less of this And a whole lot more of this. Its about time the skies allowed me to make some real money, dammit. It seems like every time it looks like a little work might come my way a snow storm blows in and says not today.

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Sometimes I forget where I am before I open my mouth. As a result the words come flying out my mouth like a bow on a fiddle playing a jig. Sometimes its only when I take a breath and see the glaekit look of confusion on the face before me that I realise that I might need to slow down a little. However slowing down what I say doesn't come easy to a man like me. I do try to remember where I am and

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In a couple of months from now no doubt you will be able to scold me for my complaints about how I cannot handle the 95 degree fahrenheit weather but right now a little bit more heat would be nice. It's a beautiful early Spring day outside, lots of bright sunshine, but its deceptively cold. Winter seems determined to hang on by its fingernails here in Utah. Back home in Scotland I would hate

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Even though I like the movie of the same name I'm not much of a train spotter. Even though I do like riding trains and would love to ride a steam train through the Highlands of Scotland with my wife by my side or a Bullet train in Japan I couldn't care much for standing in a train station scribbling away in a note pad writing down the numbers of the trains passing through. That said I do like the

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As much as I miss the sense of history of back home I love the fact that the US has such a sense a of geography. Now that I am living here I find myself wanting to see so much of it, from the Giant Redwoods of California to the Everglades of Florida and from the Grand Canyon to Yellowstone. I am lucky enough to have two areas of natural wonder right here on my doorstep of Utah in Zion National

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Two of my favourite subjects at school were geography and history, along with maths, they were also among a select few classes that I was any good at. So it was a sad day at the end of my second year of my secondary school education that I had to choose between the two. Had I had my way I would have continued both and dropped French which I was beyond hopeless at, instead I chose to continue

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It's a year ago today that I got on the aeroplane that took me from Scotland to London, to Amsterdam, to Chicago and finally to Las Vegas. It's been a busy year. It's been a fine year in many ways, I got married for one, buts its also been difficult. I found it harder than I thought it would be to start over from scratch. I thought I had a fairly realistic grip on how hard things might be. It

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The days are slowly getting longer but the temperatures don't seem to be increasing with it. My frustration at the slow change of seasons has been building for a while now. I am more than eager for the warm temperatures to return. But I have another frustration, I am missing my creative energy. Most of you who have read this blog probably don't realise that for 11 years I was a garden designer

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One of the simple pleasures about living in the US is being able to spend a cheap weekend at the cinema. If we had spent the same Saturday paying the monthly bills back home in the UK there would have been no way I could have contemplated going to the cinema with SCW once, nevermind twice, on the Sunday. At a minimum of 12 pounds for two tickets we would probably put it off thinking about what

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I'm going to talk about US politics in this post, sorry dear you might not want to read this one. I am not going to pretend that I am understand American politics because I don't. I have one issue that I am interested in and the rest I couldn't give two hoots about to be honest. Even that one issue (health reform) I don't understand. As much as I try to make head or tail of the latest news

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As a Scottish white male unfamiliar with the latin world I was unaware what I was letting myself in for in when I signed up for living with a latina. I didn't realise that I was entering a world that was going to be different from what I was used to. I didn't realise that I was entering a new world, one that would have its own unique benefits, and sometimes, unfortunate downsides. It's been an

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The game was good, once I got into it. That wasn't until the 3rd quarter when the game was nearing its climax. By the time the 4th quarter was done I was wondering if the Saints quarterback had any Scots heritage and could be persuaded to play at No 10 for Scotland, maybe then we might have someone who could dictate some decent play against the French. As much as I enjoyed the second half. The

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Tomorrow will be the first time I will be able to watch the Superbowl on US soil. It might also be the first in a long time that I will be able to watch all the way to the end without falling asleep. That's no slight against the sport it's just whenever I've watched it in the past its been on tv at somewhere between 1 and 5 in the morning. With work (or school, in the years before that) to go to

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I don't know what it is but I think I might have a switch missing in my genetic makeup. I'm not what you might consider to be a nice person. I try to be. But when it comes down to it I'm just way too judgmental. It works like this the nicer a person is the more I don't like them. Don't get me wrong I don't dislike little old ladies that wouldn't harm anyone. Usually, somehow, they escape my

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Our story is a strange one that crossed the sea, You gave me butterflies and expensive phonebills. Despite where we came from, you and me were meant to be, My head said it was crazy but my heart told my head it would be ok. Ours is a story of paper aeroplanes and homeland security, Purple dresses, red landscapes, garish lights and Indian spices. In our eyes its not a common story but its ours

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Today is Burn's Night in Scotland, and last year I had planned on celebrating today with the wife at the Utah Scottish Association annual Burn's Supper. But then I made the mistake of eating what passes for haggis in these parts at the local Scottish Highland Games which was held back in August last year. That 'haggis' was the most vile over priced sausage with gravy I have ever had the pleasure

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Gillian, one my followers, over at A Peek Into Our Lives has over the past few weeks started a new guest slot in her blog to help introduce a male perspective to her largely female blogging audience. This week its my turn to participate. Was I nervous? Yes, but I don't like questions I can't study months in advance for. Thankfully though I didn't have to do any such studying as after 12 years

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Growing up in grey dreich Scotland has meant that I have learned to appreciate blue skies, especially so if its been cold for a few days. To the passing Mexican its probably safe to presume that I look a little strange seemingly aimlessly pointing my camera to the sky while I walked in the Spanish speaking part of town. But for me although Utah has its blue sky days frequently I'm still of the

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No book will tell you this because its a little known fact but I'm going to let you in on a secret - the Scottish sports fan is not so distantly related to the wildebeest of the Serengeti. Specifically the stupid one that doesn't run with the herd. That one you always see on the wildlife documentary, the one that doesn't even know its a wildebeest because nobody has shown it a mirror. It thinks

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I hate that day before we go do the grocery shopping. I probably hate it more than I am not sort of Gordon Ramsey miracle worker that can see potential in the last of the last unused food that remains behind in the cupboards and fridge before that shopping spree. Dinner is sorted, we have pork, potatoes and some frozen veg so something can be made from that lot. Lunch though is an issue that my

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...different toothbrush designs. How many times must the common every day toothbrush be redesigned and the adverts for which be shoved down our throats every year? Surely its about time a company was able to stand by their product and say enough is 'enough we believe we have designed a great product and from this point on we are not going to redesign it further just because we can. And for that

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When I first started talking to my wife and she told me  that she was an ex-mormon I have to admit I was a little ignorant about Mormonism. About the only things I knew about Mormons were that they were Christian, and that Mormon men used to have a lot of wives, but even then I wasn't so sure that I hadn't got Mormons mixed up with the Amish. When I moved to Salt Lake City I thought it was only

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Geez, crivvens, help ma boab. Putting pictures in any sort of order that you may want on your blog post is enough to make a man cranky. By the time I was done adding the photos to that last post I decided to abandon any thought of writing an accompaning piece. You see it's that time of the month that I turn into an inconsiderate, grumpy fuck. The last thing I need now is for life to throw

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...but for me its still art

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Now thats its Hogmanay 2009, it's just dawned on me that 10 years have went passed since we celebrated the Millennium. Where did all that time go? No matter how many times someone explains the physics of it all I won't understand why time speeds up the closer you get to your own destruction. I just know I don't want to waste my time overthinking it or starting a new decade making new years

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Given the choice of eating my spaghetti bolognese again or going out and having Indian food my better half chose chicken pakora, naan bread and curry. I think she prefers service with orange turbans. I should probably be concerned, or maybe even offended, but its hard to be when I'm too busy scoffing the food down my thrapple. I'm just glad that at the tail end of 2009 she has been convinced

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It's that time of the year when driving can be dangerous and lead to delays in getting to work on time but spare a thought for the pilot who landed at Prestwick airport and slid off it soon after when the wheels struggled for grip on the ice. He might have a little bit more explaining to do to his bosses than the average worker this season.

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Last week my lovely and I finally had the time and the inclination to go to the other side of town and have ourselves some Indian cuisine Salt Lake City style. It was so good now she has the cravings for more. It's just a pity we do have to go to the other side of the city to satisfy those cravings and we can't just get some to take away just down the road. However I could overlook such things

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Probably the biggest local news story in these parts just now is the appeal by the husband for information on his missing wife, or should I say lack of appeal, seeing as he left that responsibility to his brother in law while he stood in front of the television cameras saying nothing. What makes it a bigger story than the more usual missing persons reports is that fact that on the night that his

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When you go to the cinema or watch tv is your enjoyment ever spoiled by the sound of someone asking questions of what is happening or "Why are the doing that" or something similar? If your answer is yes, then you should be thankful that you aren't me because I have 2 women in my life that do that to just about everything we watch. Here they are as I photographed them on the day I got married.

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At the same time as I'm sitting here listening to Aberfeldy's 'Do Whatever Turns You On' I'm cursing myself for letting my wife go out on her ladies night Scot free so to speak. I'm cursing myself more, that I'm so easy. All it seems to take is a new shirt, with one button too many left undone, a new pair of shoes and a part of my anatomy goes "Ola!" Sometimes it doesn't even need that. I

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I like the fact that my gmail account sorts my spam mail, but if I didn't check it every now and then I might miss out on headings like this gem Any moment spent with a Submariner SS watch is precious. Step up your gameWhat Am I? Game 2  Clue 2: One hump or two. 

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The problem with being me, well one of the many problems, is that I get hungry easily. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to mention a particular type of food, like the selfish bachdang (that's one of our latest pretend swear words for those that are not in the know) that had to mention Indian food in a text today. One little text and my craving for an Indian meal, that I had only recently

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There have been a few movies that I have seen this year that have left me questioning 'why?' Let's take the latest one first - New Moon. It wasn't my choice to watch this one but we did sit down to watch it with my step daughter last week. I have to give the author of the books some credit, when I was watching the old hammer horror movies I didn't see the concept of the tortured vampire that

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I don't generally take that much interest in the private lives of the rich and famous and feel that on most occasions they get unfair treatment from the press when they slip up. Very few people don't make mistakes in their lives and most people get to do it behind closed doors. That said sometimes though celebrities get what they deserve. Case in point Tiger Woods. For someone who always struck

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Greed is supposedly a bad thing. As is having an ego that likes to be massaged, but in the blogging world very few of us don't have an ego of some discription. Most of us bloggers like to think that our writing is being read by someone other than ourselves. We may begin blogging as a means to pass the time or to get things off our chest but as soon as we get a comment or a new follower we feel a

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When you move to the States you are expected to take at least a passing interest in the local sports teams. In Utah you have the Jazz, the basketball team, so far though as much as I would like to I haven't been able to see a game live at the stadium because at the moment its just a little out of range of our budget. I would love to take advantage of the advertised rate of 5 games for $135, but

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I discovered during this Thanksgiving weekend that you really should not be so engrossed in a conversation with your wife that you happen to not pay attention to what your 3 year old stepson is saying and/or doing. By making that mistake I did not see a frustrated small swinging fist aiming straight for the testicle region. Until that moment I had completely forgotten how much such a contact

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In my view the sport that likes to think of itself as the 'beautiful game' isn't  so beautiful as it once was. The big football clubs of the world have become play things for the mega rich. The teams in the top league in England are owned by Russian billionaire oligarths, American Businessmen, and Arabian royalty. The fans no longer have a say over who runs their club and their sporting emotions

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Do you ever wonder why you bothered to learn certain subjects at school? Probably not, but occasionally I do. Mathematics for example was one of my more enjoyable classes and one of the few subjects that I was any good at, at least until I was 16 when suddenly it seemed to get that bit harder. Outside of basic arithmetic though it hasn't proven to be that useful in my life after school. Even

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Passing one of the many churches in Salt Lake City on the way home last night I noticed that there is going to be a special Thanksgiving service tomorrow. While I can understand the desire of the church to get into the spirit of the day by having a a service that promotes the thankfulness for the generosity of all mankind I have been somewhat surprised that there seems to be a distinct lack of

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"He had a circumcision go wrong."

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After 21 years of me taking an interest in the game of rugby, Scotland were finally able to beat the bloody Wallabies this weekend. The only problem with that was I wasn't in Scotland at the time and have only youtube to thank for what little I saw of the match so I'm not going to have that (insert old man voice here) "I remember the day when..." moment. That's fair dinkum mate! ( I probably

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If you believe the car number plates in these parts you might think that Utah has 'the greatest snow on earth.' How they came to this conclusion I have no idea but I have to say I was looking forward to putting it to some sort of scientific test, Scotsman style. So when it started to snow on Sunday night and the following morning I looked out and saw this and this and lots of this I thought

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It has been drawn to my attention that I may have to rethink the subject matter of my blog and change my writing style. In the past when I was bored and looking for new blogs to read I would on occasion hit the blogger's 'next blog' link. All too often if I did that from my own blog I would be taken to another blog written in a language that I had no understanding of. Which in a way was kind of

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Ava Maria, as seen in Downtown, Salt Lake City. When my wife said "Don't you think I look a little like her?", I would have loved to have said "Yes, of course you do dear." But for some reason I was struggling with the concept of seeing my wife as the virgin mary. My beautiful wife, can occasionally have a beautiful ego to match however I can't help thinking that she doesn't quite look at me

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I woke up with a horrible taste and a in frog my throat in this morning so I coughed hoping that would get rid of both. Only it didn't. If I had anyone here to speak to I would now probably sound like the boogie man that lives under the bed. Only this boogie man couldn't get under the bed because after spending 4 hours on top of a dodgy mattress he had to move to the couch for a slightly better

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"Heavenly Father doesn't want me to wear a Zucchini" said my 5 year old step daughter this weekend.My initial reaction was "Huh!"And then I realised she was looking at an old photograph of herself taken this summer where she was wearing a bikini. Things were starting to make a little bit more sense.I was still confused as to where she might get the idea that God would not want her to go swimming

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So I got my craving for Ceviche satisfied last weekend (much to the dismay the following morning of my better half) but this weekend I have a new desire.It's Autumn. Which generally for me means one thing to look forward to. No not Christmas (that when I am this skint is too far away to think about just yet). Not Thanksgiving (although I am getting strangely excited for my first experience of it)

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Now I don't want you thinking that having a hot wife is all bad. When you have a hot wife, it does have its upsides. For example - unlike in my childhood, I no longer have to add a hot water bottle at the foot of the bed on cold winter nights.That comes in handy if you don't drink tea, coffee, or hot chocolate and therefore as a result have no kettle in which to heat a hot water bottle.When your

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When I was young and single I could see no downsides to having a beautiful hot wife that was horny all the time. It seemed such a win-win situation for those lucky buggers who managed to capture themselves such a beast. In those long years of being single I think I must have thought to my myself that I deserve that too (yes I really am that humble and selfless). As at the first opportunity of

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HP Sauce on my chips. I don't know why but I've been wanting it bad for like a couple of months now. It is even available here in Utah in the British shop in Sugarhouse. But its like $4 a bottle, in the words of the grumpy drunk priest in Father Ted - "Feck Off!"A bottle of Irn Bru. Not just any bottle, the glass 750ml glass bottle, and not because I'm Scottish and you get 30 pence refund for

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So I was scrolling through the latest BBC headlines as I do regularly when I spotted -Rain And Winds Begin Hitting UKSince when has that been news, that was a daily occurrence for me when I lived back home. Maybe the headline grabbing element of that sentence is in the 'begin'. Maybe it stopped and I missed that piece of news.

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Time, place. Experience. Sometimes its the seismic events of history that make me wonder if I really am of this world. Sometimes major events come and go and don't really affect me directly as much as I think it should.There has been 2 huge historical events that have taken place in my lifetime. I wasn't born when man first stepped on the moon but I do remember the late evening tv pictures of 9th

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As I'm not a citizen no one in the USA is going to invite me to vote but that's not a good enough reason not to have a mini series of blog posts.Back home in Scotland I was very much of two minds politically. I liked the idea of an independent Scotland but wasn't entirely sure that enough people were going to vote for it in order for it not to be a wasted vote. I am also not entirely sure that

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As Scottish accents go I never really considered myself to have a particular thick one, but since spending the last 8 months or so living here in the States I'm finding myself having to reassess that assumption. It seems the gringos just can't understand me.That I could find acceptable if they'd only just try - but whereas Latinos will take the effort to listen and on occasion make an attempt to

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I've seen my fair share of graffitti whilst having to relieve myself in public restrooms. I can't speak for the ladies but in the gents toilets the graffitti itself isn't all that charming it usually consists of obsenities or telephone numbers scratched into whatever surface is available (presumedly with the help of a key, coin or knife blade) along with whatever sexual service they are willing

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"You know what sounds good right now? I don't know. Something yummy!"Listening to: The wife, in bed

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Remember a few years ago the woman who became the oldest new mother at the age of 66?Well a strange thing happened on Saturday, she died, at the age of 69.I have nothing else to say.

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This weekend sucked pretty much.On the run up to it we were both looking forward to having some well deserved quality time together. It was going to be good.Sometimes though life seems to like to kick us in the teeth. This weekend was one of those times. After the bills were paid off on Friday we had a little bit less money than we had realised. What was left over wasn't going to buy what we

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Today when Real Madrid can spend 80 million pounds on a Portuguese footballer and 56 million on another Brazilian and can afford to pay them weekly wages on top that most of us can't dream of in a lifetime of working its almost hard to imagine that sport didn't always have such superstars. In sport there has always been athletes that have excelled above the rest but not all got the lifestyle that

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Apparently a team of scientists in England have claimed that they can make sperm from stem cells. This may be bad news for us guys because producing sperm by the gazillion was one of the few things that we were exclusively good at, for no good reason other than we could. If we aren't required for that in future what will we be needed for?But seriously, what were they thinking? There are at least

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Occasionally I miss things from back home. Its a mixture of things depending on the day or what I am doing.If I am eating it might be things like HP Sauce on my chips. Utah fry sauce is ok, but at the end of the day its only ketchup and mayonnaise, no big deal. HP sauce is different, you can get it here in the British store but at $4 for the small bottle its a little pricey, especially when you

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It was my Sister-In-Laws baby shower this weekend so she asked my wife to take some pictures of the event with my camera. As a result I have a lot of editing to do before this weekend approaches when I have a photo shoot of my own to do as I must make space on the computer before then. As I am going through them I am starting to realise that my wife not only has a wacky dreams of Australian chefs

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When it comes to the weekly grocery shopping trip, I much prefer to go to Smiths rather than Walmart. Partly because I have found that the meat in Smiths taste better than the Walmart variety. Why that should be the case I do not know, but the Walmart meat does seem to taste like cardboard.But another reason is that at Smiths they don't feel the need to greet you at the door. I've always thought

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