Friday notes

Dear Old Man & Old Lady, 
It's been pretty sunny today, so I was feeling warm anyway, but seeing you two together warmed my heart too. Sorry if it was inappropriate of me to take a picture of the two of you, but you reminded me of my grandparents and that was precious.
Sincerely, 
A heart warmed passerbyer
PS. Were you not too hot in your jumper old man? Just wondering.

Dearest darlingest Momsie & Popsical, 
That's a reference to Wicked by the way. You know, the musical. Just letting you know that Ross & I booked tickets yesterday to go and see it in December, so that you can be adequately jealous. I know that you will be.
Lots of love, 
Your daughter that is not ashamed to rub my good fortune in your face

Dear late September weather, 
You have been so pleasant the last few days. You even encouraged me to take a walk today, and if you knew the size of the hill I have to climb to get to park, you would know how much of a big deal that is. Anyways, I'm grateful for your late visit. Stay a little longer if you like. You're definitely welcome.
Gratefully, 
A lightly sun kissed friend

Dear Greece, 
We will keep hold of your weather while you try to sort out your Euro crisis. We know, we know, we're doing you a favour - the sun would only distract you, and you have some important decisions to make. You can thank us later.
Good luck, 
A sunny England

Dear Annie, Katie, Grays, & Sally, 
I miss living with you, my friends. I wish that I could still call you my housies. Do any of you want to go to Red Hot Buffet next week, for a night of catching up and over eating? (Sounds like perfection, no?)
Kisses and hugs, 
Your nostalgic friend.
PS. CHLOE, this offer extends to you too!

Dear blog friends, 
Thank you for being here today (name that film)! I appreciate you very much.
Faithfully, 
B

xoxoxoxoxox

Hugs & kisses to all involved!

From Morocco, with love

Even though a photo is sometimes sufficient enough to help you capture a moment and remember it forever, that was not the case with Morocco.

The dry heat, the aromatic fragrance of the spices, the shapes, the colours, the patterns, the constant hum of noise, the toothless grins and the bartering.

Oh, the bartering. 

People are on you all.the.time.

Putting things round your neck, drapping things over your wrists, saying "give me five euros for this bracelet. It's beautiful, for a beautiful girl. It's the hand of Fatima, very lucky."

Ross bought a fez hat. The camel man that sold it to him wanted €50 at first...he eventually settled for €5. 

Unbelievable. I couldn't make this stuff up. 

Well, there are enough pictures for me to only use minimal words, but first, two points. 

1). The picture of Chlo & Jared with the camel absolutely cracks me up.

The camel is definitely getting in on the cheesy grin action.

2). That picture of Ross, the one on the left, oh be still my heart.

What a stud.

Thinking of original content takes too much time...

...And too much energy, which frankly, I'm lacking in today.

So instead, here's a repost of a little summin summin that has a high level of  irony, and is as true today as when I first wrote it....

Apart from replace the Come Dine With Me's with Eastenders.

 I am too busy to think of a title today. 

In fact, I am too busy to even write a blog post today. 

Trying to think of something that is even remotely funny, witty, insightful or possibly all of the above is just out of the question. 

Out.Of.The.Question.

And don't even make me think about how much time it takes for me to scroll through my albums of pictures to find the one that I actually want to use. 

And then there is the whole part about semi obsessively checking back on my blog to see if a kind soul or two has commented (rarely happens). 

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT PEOPLE. 

I am serious. 

So serious that you should check out the massive stack of Come Dine With Me's that I have recorded (at least 33) that I haven't watched yet. 

Unbelievable. 

Because I honestly love Come Dine With Me. 

But really I don't even have time to write about how truly unbelievable it is. 

I AM FAR TOO BUSY FOR THAT.

 I need to dedicate my waking hours to boring, BORING, BORING research and ethics readings and other school junk. 

(Don't tell the lecturers that I called it junk. They will give me bad grades.) 

And who can afford to get a bad grade and to have to rewrite an essay? 

NOT ME. 

Because I'm far too busy. 

I definitely don't have to time to waste. 

Like by watching clips on youtube. 

(Even though I am still completely flabbergasted by this.) 

It makes me laugh it is so incredible.

 But don't you even think that I have time to be laughing now. 

I am so busy and it is no laughing matter. 

And let's try to avoid thinking about the fact when I was tidying at the weekend I forgot to do the spare the bedroom. 

Let's especially not think about it because it's cold in there and it is full of random stuff that has to be manoeuvred if you want to clean properly. 

And then there are all the unavoidables and unmissables. 

Brushing teeth, reading scriptures, showering, dropping Ross off at work, making approximately 17 glasses of orange squash, calling & hanging up on Ross at least once, making an edible dinner (actually, I like cooking, my dinners are always edible, it's when Ross cooks that we start to have problems) and lastly, writing my blog. 

Which I am far too busy to write today. 

(I'm serious.) 

There aren't enough days in the weekend

Here are a few reasons why this weekend was the bomb dot com.

♥ Over usage of the phrase 'the bomb dot com' in loud American accents.

♥ Emily coming to visit for the weekend.

♥ All of the TREATS that Emily brought for us.

We would have enjoyed her visit anyway, but treats made it 100x better.

♥ The new season of Modern Family starting.

One question though, WHY IS LILY SO BIG?!

♥ Sleeping in until 10am on Saturday morning.

♥ Hair bows.

And I mean actual bows made of hair.

Emily was accomodating and let me practice on her. 

That there pictcha is of the first draft.

♥ Starting a new book.

♥ Clean sheets on the bed.

♥ Going on a ghost walk in York & Ross making me jump so badly that I cried a little bit.

I am not even joking.

ABC

I've seen this here list of ABC questions circulating round the blogiverse for the last week, and in a moment of lacking inspiration and an uneventful afternoon, I decide to jump on the band wagon.


Age: The ripe old age of 21.
Bed size: King. And even so we'd like bigger.
Chore you hate: Cleaning the bathroom. I'll relatively willingly do any.other.chore, but cleaning the bathroom? No thanks.
Dogs: Never had one. My parents always told us that my Dad was allergic to cats & dogs...I don't actually think that he is though. Cheeky parentals. I've only ever had four fish. Maud, Minnie, Peter Pan & Captain Hook. But I fed them too much and they died. Tragic story.
Essential start of your day: Washing my face. The day hasn't started until I have a clean face.
Favorite color: PURPLE! Close second, yellow.
Gold or silver: Invent a time machine & ask me that question two years ago and I would have silver without even thinking about it. Now though...most of my jewellery is gold. Go figure.
Height: 5'9 or 5"10...I'm not sure. Above average anyway.
Instruments I play (or have played): I used to have piano lesson when I was about 8 years old. But i hated practicing and my piano teacher's house smelled weird, so I begged my Mom to let me stop. She let me quit but said I would regret it. Whaddayaknow. I do regret it.
Job title: I'm a part time nanny and a full time teaching student.
Kids: No. I do want some though, but not soon.
Live: Currently.... Leeds. But born and raised in Sheffield.
Mom's name: Caroline.
Nickname: Tuts, Chuch (those two are parents only nicknames...sometimes Ross winds me up by calling me Tuts), Becks, Beady, honeypie, any other ridiculous pet name
Overnight hospital stays: Not yet. I've never even broken a bone.
Pet peeve: People who leave a trail of stuff behind them everywhere that they go. JUST TIDY UP AFTER YOURSELVES!
Quote from a movie: Not an inspirational one, just a hilarious one. From 'The Ringer' "Oh my stars, for the love of Liza!"
Right or left handed: Right.
Siblings: Just two younger brudders. Richard & Sam.
Time you wake up: Depends on the day. 6:20 if I'm working, 7:20 if I have a 9am lecture, any time on a Saturday and 8:30 on a Sunday.
Underwear: I don't exactly know what this question means. Yes, I wear underwear. And it always matches.
Vegetables you dislike: Aubergine.
What makes you run late: When Ross sleeps in because he thinks he doesn't take as long as me to get ready, but then he gets up and takes AGES. This is also a pet peeve.
X-rays you've had done: Never had one. Oh, I have, on my teeth.
Yummy food you make: Errrr....courgette enchiladas, sausage and tomato casserole and stuffed peppers. They are my favourites.
Zoo animal: Flamingos. Anything that is naturally that colour gets my vote.