Weekend Shmeekend

This weekend was a lot like a typical weekend from before Ross & I got married.

That basically means going to a party, dinner with friends and hanging out with a bunch of people playing random games in the park.

Normally now that we're married our weekends aren't full of as many...activities.

And normally nowadays they involve a lot more time with other married couples. 

Not this one though.

It was quite nice actually.

On with the pictures.

 This photo is in continuation of my current theme of taking a photo of myself and whoever I'm with in whatever reflective surface I can find.

Now I can tick microwave off the list.

I don't actually have a list though.

This is basically the pinnacle of my photographic efforts this weekend.

And to be honest, it's more of a posing effort than a photographic effort.

It's impressive though, right?

 I think this picture is beautiful.

Well, I think Clio is beautiful and this photo captures it.

The funny thing is, I took this photo to capture the crazy bit of hair that is pointing out to the side.

You hardly even notice it though.

 Ninja game that I could not get my head around enough to be able to play.

"I'm pretty sure that only us and the Amish would ever play this game."

Probably true.

Red vines. And lots of them.

For me, this photo represents happiness.

And I think happiness is a good place to end.

Nosey parker

I love to people watch. 

I like seeing people and wondering about what they're thinking and what's important to them right at that moment.

More than I love to watch, I like to listen in on people's conversations.

I'm sat in the cafe at university right now, wasting time after my interview (it went well by the way) but before my group meeting. 

I have three hours to kill.

There's a group of four people sat next to me.

They're talking about the most randombomb things from playing Nirvana in the clubs and people getting carried away, to an exam they've just taken (they all did well too by the way, they're pretty sure that they all got firsts), and dreams.

This is what one girl said.

"About five years ago, I had this pair of shoes that I loved, but I lost them.

Then last week I had this dream.

In my dream I was looking for this pair of shoes and I found them.

But then I woke up and I was really sad because in real life my shoes were still lost.

But because I was sad it made me really determined to find them.

So I looked for them for about half an hour and then I found them!

How amazing is that? 

Dreams can be so inspiring."

Yes. Yes, dreams can be so inspiring.

Another similar thing happened last week while I was in the toilet at Asda.

I was already in the cubicle and a little girl and her Mom came in and went into the cubicle next to me. This is what went down.

Girl: Mom, I want a toilet that has a roof.

Mom: There aren't any toilets with rooves here honey. These toilets are in what they call  cubicle stalls.

Girl: I want a toilet that has a door all the way to the floor.

Mom: Honey, none of these toilets have doors that go all the way down to the floor.

Girl: Why?

Mom: Because if a little girl like you came to the toilet by herself and got locked in, they could crawl out from underneath the door.

Girl: But what if they were fat?

Mom: Then it would be really tricky.

Pause.

Girl: Woah, its gone really dark.

Mom: That's because you've got your eyes closed.

That conversation happened for reals. 

It is not embellished or made up at any point.

The last part really cracked me up.

I had to flush the toilet so that they couldn't hear my laughing. 

Also in the same toilet trip, whilst I was in the cubicle, a man walked in and very loudly said "WHOOPS! Wrong one. No urinals. SORRYYYY LADIESSSSS."

I couldn't make this stuff up.

There's a different group of people sat next to me now.

They're speaking in a different language.

I obviously can't understand.

Such a shame, because they look so interesting. 

Some little notes

Source

Dear University, 
Whilst your Headingley campus might be quite beautiful, and whilst I love to think of days during the war when you were a hospital and not a university yet, I will be glad when it's this time tomorrow and I don't have to think about you and your assignments or essays or presentations or projects.
Just for a little while.
I promise I'll come back in September.
But until then, it's not you, it's me. 

Dear Pizza Express, 

Thank you for giving me dough balls. 

That's all.

Dear friends that I shared dough balls with today,

(Not that I shared any dough balls, I just mean who also had dough balls today)

I had such a nice time with you this afternoonish evening.

I send love and thanks to all involved.

Dear Ruth & Louise, 

Tomorrow I will hand in two massive assignments and you will mark them.

Please be kind, generous and then generous some more.

I would really appreciate it.

Dear Mom & Dad, 

I know that your probably reading this, so please pray for me tomorrow.

I have an assessed interview and a video presentation. All in one day.

I've been referring to it as the day or reckoning all this week, so you know it really is quite a big deal and I'm not being dramatic.

PS. Thanks for making me.

Dear sleep, 

Please come to me quickly tonight. 

My interview is at 9am in the morning and I need to be focused.

Plus it probably wouldn't look too professional if I yawn through out the whole thing.

Especially seeing as it's been filmed!

Lots of love, 

Becky

Slow

I feel that in England, sometimes we're a little bit slow to pick up on mass trends.

When I say mass trends, I basically mean things that are popular in America.

There's a juice bar in pretty much every shopping centre now.

Maybe there has been for a while actually. 

But I think we were quite slow to pick up on that one.

On a recent shopping trip, Ross was complaining of having blurry vision.

Whenever he doesn't drink enough his vision goes a little bit fuzzy.

So instead of just buying boring old water, we decided to at least pretend we're down with the kids and get juice instead.

Juice from the very originally names juice bar....Juice. Good one.

Pina Cool Ada for me. 

(Anything with pineapple and coconut together reminds me of my holiday in the Caribbean, so for me it's always a winner.)

And Passion Paradise for Ross.

Frankly, mine was far nicer. 

Ha! I just noticed that in this picture Ross isn't even drinking his juice. 

He's just posing with it in his mouth. PAH!

Another thing I feel like I've been reading about on every American's blog is cupcakes. 

Everyone has fancy schmancy ones from cupcake shops all the time. 

There are probably loads in London.

But I don't live in London.

Leeds finally has a good one. 

Check out the sheer amount of icing on this bad boy.

And the glitter.

And a cherry on top. 

Ironic and iconic. 

Plus, I really like glacier cherries.

To be honest, I think my friend Ange actually makes better cupcakes.

She's s master in all things culinary.

But until she starts to sell her sweet treat masterpieces, I'll just have to take what I can get.

Don't even get me started on frozen yogurt. 

May day

I'm so glad that in England our bank holidays are based on days and not dates.

Some countries have May Day on the first of May, no matter what day that falls on.

England has May Day on the first Monday of May.

So that means a day off work for all!

It would suck for May day to fall on a Saturday or Sunday.

Who wants a bank holiday at the weekend?

Not me! 

We had planned on making the most of the long weekend and being keen bean tourists in London, but it didn't happen. 

Talk about disappointing.

We didn't dwell on it for too long.

We spent our Saturday in Hebden Bridge. 

Just for your information, Hebden Bridge was voted the funkiest place to live in Europe by the British Airways in-flight magazine.

And you don't argue with that kind of serious accolade. 

Suffice it to say that Hebden Bridge is the perfect mix of quirky independent shops, quaint Britishness and local geniuses. 

(I can personally testify of the local geniuses. I did my teaching placement in a school in Hebden Bridge last year and I have seriously never met a brighter bunch of kids. Ever. They must add genius powder to the water or something.)

We went on our visit with Annie.

She is one of my closest friends.

And probably the only friend that would have been cool with coming out with just me and Ross.

I love Annie for that.

Also, she doesn't take Ross seriously at all, which is a very, very good thing, because sometimes his sense of humour is...strange.

This absolutely cracked.me.up.

I would NOT like to get a takeaway from this place.

Chinese, human or any other kind.

This photo needed no editing.

The sky was just honestly that blue.

We went to a traditional English sweet shop.

They had all of the classics.

Sherbet lemons. Yorkshire mixture. Homemade fudge. 

You know, just the classic sweet shop stuff.

Ross bought paper money and chocolate cigarettes.

Seriously.

Sometimes I wonder about his mental age.