Ooops. . .tumbled over
I went out to breakfast not long ago with a friend of mine. As I related my office woes to her I referred to one grumbly co-worker as "an ungrateful cow." She stopped me mid-sentence and said "WHOA, been reading too much British literature lately?"
Thanks for keeping me honest, T. Although I do blame you for getting me hooked on Bridget Jones 2 years ago!
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Home again, home again
Ireland was lovely. I got to tour the shops, eat some delicious food, drink some delicious drink (Guiness and Jameson), and all together have a terrific time.
The jacuzzi in the hotel was broken (that man from Australia must've beaten me there), and that was the only downpoint about the trip.
On top of that, my parents came home on Monday. For good this time. We're all finally back on the same continent and remarkably in the same time zone!
Ireland was lovely. I got to tour the shops, eat some delicious food, drink some delicious drink (Guiness and Jameson), and all together have a terrific time.
The jacuzzi in the hotel was broken (that man from Australia must've beaten me there), and that was the only downpoint about the trip.
On top of that, my parents came home on Monday. For good this time. We're all finally back on the same continent and remarkably in the same time zone!
Monday, September 27, 2004
I never thought I could talk so well to someone who doesn't speak my language
Arrow and I have a system. He'll whine and lick my face if he wants to get up before I do (i.e. before the alarm goes off). If I don't want to get up I'll tell him "shhh" while scratching his ears.
Most of the time though I don't have to do even that. He'll whimper a little and I'll sort of sleepily pet the air around where I think he is. Usually that'll buy me another 10-15 minutes.
Sort of a biological snooze button.
Arrow and I have a system. He'll whine and lick my face if he wants to get up before I do (i.e. before the alarm goes off). If I don't want to get up I'll tell him "shhh" while scratching his ears.
Most of the time though I don't have to do even that. He'll whimper a little and I'll sort of sleepily pet the air around where I think he is. Usually that'll buy me another 10-15 minutes.
Sort of a biological snooze button.
Hairy, greasy, fat-man tea
I'm taking another trip. To Ireland this time. I know I know, "Another trip Laura? Do you ever stay home?"
Andy's away on business. Away in Dublin no less. He went about 4 years ago for business and I didn't get to go. Damned if I was staying home this time. So I'm off on a long weekend, just in time for our 5th anniversary. Everyone say "AWWWWW!"
So, when we were in Melbourne a few months back the hotel where we stayed had a Jacuzzi. We went down to check things out before deciding to actually don the bathing suits. When we got there, there was a large man in the tub. I don't mean slightly overweight, I mean large as in filling most of the jacuzzi tub. He was hairy. All over hairy. And he was having a ball in the tub. Splashing around and scrubbing at his chest and back. The water was hot so his face was sweating (I know it was sweat and not water because his hair, on his head, was completely dry). We chatted with him briefly, he was incredibly friendly, and said the tub was terrific!
We just couldn't bring ourselves to go in later that evening, I didn't care how often they cleaned the tub.
So the hotel in Dublin also lists a jacuzzi as a feature. I've asked Andy to go scope it out for me.
I'll let you all know.
I'm taking another trip. To Ireland this time. I know I know, "Another trip Laura? Do you ever stay home?"
Andy's away on business. Away in Dublin no less. He went about 4 years ago for business and I didn't get to go. Damned if I was staying home this time. So I'm off on a long weekend, just in time for our 5th anniversary. Everyone say "AWWWWW!"
So, when we were in Melbourne a few months back the hotel where we stayed had a Jacuzzi. We went down to check things out before deciding to actually don the bathing suits. When we got there, there was a large man in the tub. I don't mean slightly overweight, I mean large as in filling most of the jacuzzi tub. He was hairy. All over hairy. And he was having a ball in the tub. Splashing around and scrubbing at his chest and back. The water was hot so his face was sweating (I know it was sweat and not water because his hair, on his head, was completely dry). We chatted with him briefly, he was incredibly friendly, and said the tub was terrific!
We just couldn't bring ourselves to go in later that evening, I didn't care how often they cleaned the tub.
So the hotel in Dublin also lists a jacuzzi as a feature. I've asked Andy to go scope it out for me.
I'll let you all know.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
More from the Mall
About a month ago I was shopping and stopped into Victoria's Secret. The line at the register has been absurdly long every time I've been in there lately, but I had a necessary purchase to make so I waited.
Standing in line in front of me was a mother and her 30-something daughter. Listening to them giggle over the different types of stockings it became obvious the mother was Irish. After eavesdropping longer (not that I had much choice) it sounded more like the daughter was British than Irish but some words came out one way and some another so that I honestly couldn't tell if it was her accent or my hearing. While I was trying to figure this out, a woman who was actually being rung up turned around and asked the mother where she was from. "Well, Ireland" she replied. The woman said "No, no I mean where in Ireland? You see I'm a voice coach for actors and I specialize in British and Irish accents. If I had to guess I'd say you were from County Cork." (Sorry for the stereotype here I just can't remember where she guessed.)
The mother looked startled and said "Well actually I live about 10 miles from there." And slowly as they talked about Ireland and it's beauty the voice coach drifted into a thick Irish brogue. So much so that I expected the words "Faith and Begorah!" to come out of her mouth at any moment. The daughter stood there politely and added to the conversation in bits and pieces and seemed to find the whole thing humorous until the coach turned to her and said "Now you must be from Southern London." In a bizarre Henry Higgins, what are you doing so far from Lisson Grove, sort of way.
The daughter jumped and said "Well, yes I live there." The coach replied "Southern London's the best, as you well know. My son in law is from Northern London and we just don't let him live it down." (Not being from London I didn't understand this reference. Anyone out there that can explain it to me?)
The voice coach finally finished checking out (Oh yes, she had kept pausing the cashier and holding up the line that now stretched back to the entrance of the store.) After she left the mother and the daughter laughed and looked at each other. The mother said "That's what I love about America, you meet the oddest people."
About a month ago I was shopping and stopped into Victoria's Secret. The line at the register has been absurdly long every time I've been in there lately, but I had a necessary purchase to make so I waited.
Standing in line in front of me was a mother and her 30-something daughter. Listening to them giggle over the different types of stockings it became obvious the mother was Irish. After eavesdropping longer (not that I had much choice) it sounded more like the daughter was British than Irish but some words came out one way and some another so that I honestly couldn't tell if it was her accent or my hearing. While I was trying to figure this out, a woman who was actually being rung up turned around and asked the mother where she was from. "Well, Ireland" she replied. The woman said "No, no I mean where in Ireland? You see I'm a voice coach for actors and I specialize in British and Irish accents. If I had to guess I'd say you were from County Cork." (Sorry for the stereotype here I just can't remember where she guessed.)
The mother looked startled and said "Well actually I live about 10 miles from there." And slowly as they talked about Ireland and it's beauty the voice coach drifted into a thick Irish brogue. So much so that I expected the words "Faith and Begorah!" to come out of her mouth at any moment. The daughter stood there politely and added to the conversation in bits and pieces and seemed to find the whole thing humorous until the coach turned to her and said "Now you must be from Southern London." In a bizarre Henry Higgins, what are you doing so far from Lisson Grove, sort of way.
The daughter jumped and said "Well, yes I live there." The coach replied "Southern London's the best, as you well know. My son in law is from Northern London and we just don't let him live it down." (Not being from London I didn't understand this reference. Anyone out there that can explain it to me?)
The voice coach finally finished checking out (Oh yes, she had kept pausing the cashier and holding up the line that now stretched back to the entrance of the store.) After she left the mother and the daughter laughed and looked at each other. The mother said "That's what I love about America, you meet the oddest people."
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Monday, August 23, 2004
Whoa
I was just looking through some blogs and looked at my own list of archives. It's hard to believe I've been randomly blabbing people's ears off for going on three years. I hope you've all found at least some parts interesting. I'm sure you've found some of it bizarre (I know I have re-reading some of the early posts). Hopefully overall you've found it to be worthwhile. I know it's been a great place for me to vent when I had no other option, or sometimes even when I have!
I was just looking through some blogs and looked at my own list of archives. It's hard to believe I've been randomly blabbing people's ears off for going on three years. I hope you've all found at least some parts interesting. I'm sure you've found some of it bizarre (I know I have re-reading some of the early posts). Hopefully overall you've found it to be worthwhile. I know it's been a great place for me to vent when I had no other option, or sometimes even when I have!
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
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