acting as a mule, i smuggled back a literal buttload of rosy lips lippy by vaseline because it's THAT good of a product that i figured everyone with 2 X chromosomes would love a little pot.
sadly, gave one to my friend teri AKA TJ the one who coined the term "awesome sauce" and she asked me why i brought her back a travel size tin of vaseline. twice.
sigh.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
fire alarm
there had been some work on 27 tyndall's park with scaffolding, workmen and such. repairing what, i can't be sure.
anyways, all this work seems to have touched off the electrical that serves the building fire alarm. or at least that's my explanation to the twins.
it's 5:30 in the am and cold cold cold. the fire alarm goes off and i mean goes OFF - the thing is in the hall and absolutely deafening. after being shot groggily from our bed, i tell joe to get the kids, their coats (hey, it's cold out) and some shoes while i ineptly try to cover said fire alarm with pillow. because it's freaking out the twins and gemma looks as if she's about to cry.
we hustle coats and shoes onto both kids, grab car keys, passports then head out the door and downstairs to wait with all the other residents of 27 tyndalls. i realize that slippers and robes are popular items here in b'tol because everyone is wearing them to the fire alarm get together in the parking lot. i am wearing flip flops and the kids have trainers on. and we have coats. well, the kids mainly. we look like such the americans.
disaster averted. apparently some sort of electrical issue as the fire alarm resets itself and goes silent. although at this point our collective hearing is a bit overwhelmed so we still "hear" the alarm even though there is no more alarm. everyone heads inside to get back to sleep, get ready for work, eat brekkie.
except the twins, who are now too terrified to sleep and have a million questions. i also think this is the moment that propels gemma to get up in the middle of each night and make her way to our bed.
i should sue.
anyways, all this work seems to have touched off the electrical that serves the building fire alarm. or at least that's my explanation to the twins.
it's 5:30 in the am and cold cold cold. the fire alarm goes off and i mean goes OFF - the thing is in the hall and absolutely deafening. after being shot groggily from our bed, i tell joe to get the kids, their coats (hey, it's cold out) and some shoes while i ineptly try to cover said fire alarm with pillow. because it's freaking out the twins and gemma looks as if she's about to cry.
we hustle coats and shoes onto both kids, grab car keys, passports then head out the door and downstairs to wait with all the other residents of 27 tyndalls. i realize that slippers and robes are popular items here in b'tol because everyone is wearing them to the fire alarm get together in the parking lot. i am wearing flip flops and the kids have trainers on. and we have coats. well, the kids mainly. we look like such the americans.
disaster averted. apparently some sort of electrical issue as the fire alarm resets itself and goes silent. although at this point our collective hearing is a bit overwhelmed so we still "hear" the alarm even though there is no more alarm. everyone heads inside to get back to sleep, get ready for work, eat brekkie.
except the twins, who are now too terrified to sleep and have a million questions. i also think this is the moment that propels gemma to get up in the middle of each night and make her way to our bed.
i should sue.
Monday, February 8, 2010
technical difficulties
i've run into some technical difficulties and our internet was down for almost an entire week.
insane, i tell you. whatever did i do BEFORE the internet?
well, i wasn't blogging that's for sure. and i didn't even know that the "e" in email stood for electronic. very sad indeed.
i am back online as they say and i have a few days of missed things in bristol to catch up on:
wednesday: nando's chicken, yes, still
thursday: ciders. a mix of sweet and dry, please
friday: fresh grapes from spain avaiable at sainsbury's
saturday: the abundance of indian food, even in the shops
sunday: sunday roasts
insane, i tell you. whatever did i do BEFORE the internet?
well, i wasn't blogging that's for sure. and i didn't even know that the "e" in email stood for electronic. very sad indeed.
i am back online as they say and i have a few days of missed things in bristol to catch up on:
wednesday: nando's chicken, yes, still
thursday: ciders. a mix of sweet and dry, please
friday: fresh grapes from spain avaiable at sainsbury's
saturday: the abundance of indian food, even in the shops
sunday: sunday roasts
Monday, February 1, 2010
muckross house
so after visiting what was left of muckross abbey, we decided to head over the legendary muckross house and gardens.
they offer tours of the house and said gardens but when you have not one but two 4 year olds, you most likely will miss the last tour of the day. so sadly, i don't have much to tell you, oh wonderful reader, about the muckross house.
i can tell you though that the horse and carriage drivers that offer rides through the gardens were on strike. so no picturesque ride through the muckross gardens to appease aforementioned 4 year olds.
and what was this strike over you ask? health benefits? a raise in pay? better working conditions?
no, no and no.
the strike was over these new fangled contraptions that the horses were now required to wear under their um, rumps, let's just say. this fabric and metal bag fitted under the horse to catch whatever droppings well, might drop. thus saving muckross visitors from getting muck all over their shoes, a fine souvenir to bring home from your journey, i might add.
so the drivers, in all fairness to the horses mind you, were protesting the horse having to wear of such a bag out and about every day.
yeah.
they offer tours of the house and said gardens but when you have not one but two 4 year olds, you most likely will miss the last tour of the day. so sadly, i don't have much to tell you, oh wonderful reader, about the muckross house.
i can tell you though that the horse and carriage drivers that offer rides through the gardens were on strike. so no picturesque ride through the muckross gardens to appease aforementioned 4 year olds.
and what was this strike over you ask? health benefits? a raise in pay? better working conditions?
no, no and no.
the strike was over these new fangled contraptions that the horses were now required to wear under their um, rumps, let's just say. this fabric and metal bag fitted under the horse to catch whatever droppings well, might drop. thus saving muckross visitors from getting muck all over their shoes, a fine souvenir to bring home from your journey, i might add.
so the drivers, in all fairness to the horses mind you, were protesting the horse having to wear of such a bag out and about every day.
yeah.
british thing of the day that i am missing
as if i don't have enough to do on a daily basis, i am now going to try to post one british thing per day that i am missing. since i missed the weekend, here are a few more:
- family parking spaces at the mall and grocery store (monday)
- cumberland sausages (sunday)
- yorkshire pudding (saturday)
and just in case i don't get on tomorrow, for tuesday i am missing nando's chicken.
- family parking spaces at the mall and grocery store (monday)
- cumberland sausages (sunday)
- yorkshire pudding (saturday)
and just in case i don't get on tomorrow, for tuesday i am missing nando's chicken.
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