tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939989207904468172024-02-20T11:25:40.161-06:00lohnerliciousUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-47899122024022086252013-02-03T22:08:00.001-06:002013-02-03T22:22:00.658-06:00HEY GUYS SURPRISE!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's me again. I know it's not what you were expecting or anything.<br />
It's been a long time <i>again</i>, so I figured I'd just paste the "christmas break post" from my blog onto here and then add on. I mean, we're all basically the same person and we did basically all the same things, so it's basically the same thing.<br />
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"RULE NUMBER TWO: NO JUDGING<br />
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"Christmas break is over.<br />
That is to say, Christmas break will be over in one hour and 38
minutes. That is when piano starts. And then I go to dance, and then I
go to seminary. And then real life happens. And frankly, I have never
been LESS excited for anything in my entire life.<br />
There is something so <i>un</i>overwhelming about Christmas break that
just.makes.life.so.good. It's not quite long enough to get properly
antsy or anxious, but it's long enough that you don't have to cram your
un-real-life-related activities.<br />
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"'So what un-real-life-related activities do you enjoy this break,
Corinne?' no one asks. Well, I went to Les Miserables, The Impossible,
and The Hobbit (twice--but not by choice). I sat through three million
hours of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy for the first time (because my
older siblings were hooked enough to buy the special extended editions,
but not conscientious enough to buy a normal theatrical version for
their less enthralled siblings). Apparently, Lord of the Rings is
something I'm quite fond of because I also played quite a bit of the
Lego Lord of the Rings video game with Michael. Incidentally, I impress
myself quite often with those games, what with all the arrows showing
you were to locate the mithril boxes and the glowing quest items and the
regenerative hearts. FUN FACT: I have a hero crush on Legolas, or
rather an Orlando Bloom that is able to shoot down 17 orcs in three
minutes.<br />
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"I also dressed up in my new clothes for absolutely no one, and I spent
every penny I received from Barnes & Nobles giftcards (Thank you
family, friends, and Santa). I read several books, bought music on
itunes, and added music to my ever growing wishlist. <br />
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"And I ate. If I were smart, or encouraged the instagraming of meals,
delicacies, or desserts, I would have several pictures to post of all
the fudge, caramel, molasses cookies, peanut butter kiss cookies, ice
cream, mints, and Cadbury Chocolate Ornaments I enjoyed thanks to Mom,
her excellent recipes and weakness for chocolate. However, I can
officially be considered to world's worst memory capturer, and I have no
pictures whatsoever except for about three which will probably sit on
my phone until a)someone plugs my phone into my computer for me or b)I
get a new phone and they disappear. (I am not just referring to the
sweets anymore.)<br />
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"Probably the most productive thing I did these past two weeks was
find this video (does it really matter that it was on someone else's
blog?)<br />
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"And my dear comrades, I have no shame."<br />
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Since then, basically nothing exciting has happened. I had two dance things; only one of them was really successful. Chandler's dominating in Geometry and the social side of life. Dad is all but a professional golfer. Mom is nanny-ing and we're about to start house renovations. Michael is just Michael.<br />
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Oooonnnnn the upside, I just had a serious "you're-seriously-on-my-black-list" chat with the rest of my family, and we're are ALL going to get serious about taking pictures and reviving this blog..... Seriously. </div>
rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-89950316716156282422012-11-13T14:58:00.000-06:002012-11-13T14:58:08.224-06:00playing catchup<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Now, I know you all have been checking this blog daily, chewing anxiously on your lip, and waiting desperately for an update. The good news is that I've come to put you out of your misery--dictionary at the ready, and fingers completely warmed up. The bad news is that an awful lot can happen in 10 months. And....well, let's face it. This blog post ain't gonna cover it all. If you're wanting a more well-rounded experience of the Lohner family happenings, Chandler, Ashlie, and I all have blogs that we sporadically post on. Maybe between the four blogs, you can piece a little something together. <br />
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You know what? I'm just gonna go for it. LIST STYLE.<br />
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ONE: We went on some really cool trips and some really cool people visited us. This includes Poland, Belgium, Switzerland, Sweden, Spain, a visit from McKay and Jodi, Lauren Rollins, and Ashlie, David, and baby amongst many others. I could go into detail about it all, but that would require some research and several more blog posts. Just use your imagination--we were living in Europe. If you think it could possibly happen for us, it probably did.<br />
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TWO: Graduation time. Chandler and I performed as dancers for some lady at Pineapple Studios, I graduated from seminary, and we both managed to graduate from school for the year (it's a miracle). <br />
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THREE: Three is a big deal. Three is the Olympics. We attended a couple of events including football, diving, and the opening ceremonies and remained glued to the BBC channels for the duration of the time.<br />
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FOUR: Diet time. The Olympics must have inspired us or something, because all of us (in London) went on a diet. Like, a real diet. Except for Dad, who basically just stopped eating several bags of Cadbury Chocolate a day and downing ice cream. (Can I add that he lost twice as much weight as the rest of us, twice as fast?) We got personal trainers which was cool, and I started running which was lame.<br />
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FIVE: Chandler and I went to EFY. Never fear, there was only one stalker and no boyfriends.<br />
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SIDENOTE: There are a million things that happened between January and number six, but I'm lazy.<br />
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SIX: WE BECAME TEXAN AGAIN! I mean, honestly, we'll never <i>really</i> be full Texan again, but we relocated to Southlake, Texas in our exact same house and everything. We quickly reacquainted ourselves with a couple of things, including Tex-Mex, the movie theater, Barnes & Nobles, inexpensive clothing, and heat. Also, Blue Bell ice cream. Definitely Blue Bell ice cream.<br />
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SEVEN: WE GOT MICHAEL BACK! And a few weeks ago, we also got Ashlie, David, and Pearson which is a little weird, but entirely awesome. <br />
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EIGHT: Eight concerns our transfer into real life. (When I say real, I mean normal...but unreal and un-normal are basically the same thing where London is concerned.) Dad is having a tough time with all this free time on his hands, but is definitely enjoying his golfing time. He also is the fittest he's been in ages. <br />
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Mom is doing normal stuff like book club, lunch with friends, organizing everything, spoiling Pearson, and enjoying me having a license way more than I am enjoying me having a license. <br />
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Michael is working, dominating in Mario, and excelling in piano.<br />
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I am still doing independent study, practicing the piano a LOT (so much that I'm actually fooling myself into thinking I like it), and dancing on a company at Dance Industry Plano. <br />
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Chandler is taking a few sparse dance classes at DI, attending real school (as opposed to my fake one), and being generally social. She's popular and cool--unique in our family. And also, she has grown up so much this past year people continue to ask if she's older than me. <br />
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Ashlie and David are in the next town over, unpacking, working, and getting ready for school, and Pearson is just being adorable. <br />
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We all have friends, which is weird and we don't spend a lot of time together, which is also weird. Every single one of use is dieting, losing weight, and Mom, Dad, and I all work out with a personal trainer. (I don't know why I feel like you care more about our dieting than our trips to Poland, but it just feels important to point out...) We're like health freaks except we all hate it. <br />
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In future news, dance competition starts next week, Michael and I are planning on beating Mario during Thanksgiving week, and Chandler wants to die her hair red.<br />
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That's all. And frankly, I'm so proud of myself. </div>
rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-66988886881258837532012-02-16T07:09:00.001-06:002012-02-16T07:09:54.943-06:00The new year brought us to sunny California and a visit to our brand new tiny dancer aka Pearson David. He was 8 lbs 11 oz and 21 inches long. And extremely adorable! An entire week with David, Ashlie and baby Pearson? BRILLIANT. Enough said.<br />
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Well, a lot of time has passed...and tons of excitement in the Lohner family. We really don't like to get bored! Only boring people get bored, right girls? Just so ya know, each one of our trips starts with a 4:15 wake-up call, thanks to Mike. For some reason, he really wants to get there early and enjoy an ENTIRE DAY, and seems to forget that people with sleep deprivation have a hard time enjoying sights. Anywhere. But we like to keep him happy so it just keeps happening. (p.s. post by mamacita)<br />
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A trip to Heidelberg, Germany:<br />
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Wiesbaden<br />
Schloss Heidelberg<br />
Mannheim<br />
Bad Winfen<br />
Schwabisch Hall<br />
Frankfurt Temple<br />
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We LOVED the Weinacht markets in every village and felt right at home. Must be the Swiss heritage kicking in! Corinne admitted Germany is her favorite yet. <br />
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Sydney, John and the entire Lunt family were able to spend two nights and an entire day in London traipsing around with us. Glorious! <br />
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London Eye<br />
Parliament buildings<br />
Westminster Abby<br />
V &A museum<br />
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Mike even took the kids out for a midnight hunt for the disturbingly fascinating urban foxes. Unfortunately, they didn't see a single hint of one.<br />
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Grandma and Grandpa Lohner came to London!!!<br />
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St. Paul's Cathedral<br />
more London Eye<br />
Parliament buildings<br />
Westminster Abby<br />
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A trip to the Cotswold's and an invite to have lunch at Prince "Someone important's" retreat in the country. <br />
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And then the ultimate Christmas vacation in the south of France! Michael McKay in tow...<br />
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Geneva airport--in Switzerland AND France<br />
Skiing on the slopes of St. Martin<br />
puzzles, games and fine dining (thanks to yours truly)<br />
tons and tons of snow<br />
Annecy--gorgeous<br />
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<br />chan chanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00507216032691774645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-28505054510529841162011-12-29T05:48:00.001-06:002011-12-29T05:49:07.673-06:00i'm only writing this post because we have a 1000 page views now.<br />
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and all of us feel a little something like this:<br />
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except with a whole lot of dancing.<br />
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don't worry-update coming soon.rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-29301773565767257742011-12-19T06:06:00.000-06:002011-12-19T06:09:58.561-06:00for ze muzzerwell, dear goodness.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">eet haz been tuu long since i haz posteed on ere and mi muzzer <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;">*</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">throat nosie*</span> <span style="font-size: large;">haz noteeced.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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(I think that was a rather successful mix of accents, mostly french).<br />
Technically, I have all sorts to blog about...Germany, Michael being here, Christmas-time, going to France tomorrow, grandparents being here.... But I just can't find it in me to make a post that sounds like a family post. So, sometime after we get back from France (or during), I will make a wonderfully informative post that doesn't put you to sleep and includes lots of pictures. <br />
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In the meantime, if you're just absolutely <i>dyyyyinnngg</i> to know what's going on, visit these three blogs. They're side blogs for the three sisters in the lohnerlicious familia and many times, are unrelated to things that are actually happening in real life. But at least you'll get a sense of what's going on in our heads.<br />
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<a href="http://rinnyswords.blogspot.com/">my(corinne's)blog</a><br />
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<a href="http://chanchanlohner.blogspot.com/">leetleseester'sblog(chandler)</a><br />
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<a href="http://mymanynumbereddays.blogspot.com/">ashlie's</a>rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-46543015815036294032011-11-30T04:45:00.001-06:002011-11-30T05:27:05.593-06:00a trip homeI cannot even tell you how stinking excited I am that Mom decided to post about France and Italy because now, I can post about Texas. Not that I was more excited to be in Texas than France and Italy. That's certainly not what I'm trying to say....<br />
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Moving forward. We got there late on Wednesday night two weeks ago. Immediately, we took a side trip to Kingcaids (BEST HAMBURGER PLACE IN TEXAS). Not a single person in this family has had a nice, greasy, half-fast-food hamburger or delicious french fries or a soda with free refills in three and a half months. It was SO GOOD! We can pretend like we're adapting to the London ways and all...but really? Let's face it, I'm American.<br />
Then, we went inside to our house. I swear, that place has either expanded or I've shrunk because it feels HUGE compared to our house in London. I could even go upstairs and not hear people talking downstairs. It felt so nice.<br />
The next order of business was, of course, to go to Target. We got loads of American crap food (i.e. goldfish, chips, salsa, fruit by the foots, lucky charms), and we also managed to do some clothes shopping. By then, we've been awake for over 24 hours and Mom said that she was "going to fall over dead." So we headed back to aforementioned mansion. BUT WAIT! Mom saw something of mass importance and we made an emergency stop despite our extreme fatigue. It looked a little something like this....a little.<br />
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In the next couple of days, The Pregnant Lady arrived (refer to David if confused as to who this is) as well as BOTH big brahs. And a happy reunion ensued!<br />
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And it's true, we're back in London. Tiny roads, organic food, and rain. Not sure how<br />
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a texan.rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-10857831418226569872011-11-29T13:09:00.001-06:002011-12-19T06:07:15.490-06:00Grandma and grandpa Pearson spent a few glorious days with us in London. It was really good therapy for us! We really needed to give them hugs and see their faces. We had a great time showing them a bit of our lives here: Covent Garden, Pineapple, Richmond Park and Santa's reindeer.<br />
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The Eiffel Tower--all the way to the top<br />
Notre Dame--saw part of a Sunday service and Quasimodo's bell :)<br />
Saint-Chappelle--went to Vivaldi's Four Seasons concert here, absolutely fabulous!<br />
The Louvre'-- FIVE glorious hours of awesomeness<br />
Musee d'Orsay--one of the most incredible collections of impressionistic art ever!<br />
Monmart<br />
Pantheon<br />
Hotel Des Invalides<br />
The Pompidou<br />
Arc de Triomphe<br />
Champs Elysees<br />
Jardin des Tuileries<br />
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We left Paris with only a small token from Notre Dame in our pockets, but we saw as much as we could possibly see in four days! Brilliant!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-21445019388583090882011-10-31T03:25:00.002-05:002011-11-27T16:58:39.854-06:00Italy and beyond!Five days in Italy for my birthday? Amazing! Mike definitely wins "best husband" award for taking us to the Amalfi coast for the weekend! We stayed in Sorrento, which was a perfect place with wonderful little streets full of shops selling leather, inlaid wood (all of the furniture in our hotel room was inlaid wood), and anything lemon--candy, candles, soaps and they are famous for their lemoncello, a lemon flavored liquor. In the center of the city there is a lemon orchard. And there are tons of lemon orchards in the surrounding countryside. We saw lemons as big as canteloupes!<br />
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We also visited Capri, Ravello, Amalfi, and Positano. Capri island--a small island about a 20 minute boat ride away. Gorgeous, clean, and full of designer shops. Ravello is a charming city high up on the mountainside known for being a city of music and ceramiche'-handmade ceramics. We ordered hot chocolate in the square (because we were freezing to death), which was like drinking liquid chocolate. Divine! Our driver, who was born in and lived in Amalfi, told us he had to wait TWO years to be married in the cathedral. <br />
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My personal favorite was Positano, a gorgeous little city with colorfully painted homes and cathedrals that literally climb up the mountainside. There was a wedding at the main cathedral in the center of the city as well. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_420sypAeuH8v_h_LP1bhucWVn7NdT1cwV3KlNWAaf7f9eoVICqBUD9rQllwBURpKgiwzYs-bfvK1u3j2jIx4cTysw8k9Gt2kChiOIzWmBpD39-o8RqM4PSv_jEKV_x-RsMmgk5SyHFM/s1600/IMG_0843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_420sypAeuH8v_h_LP1bhucWVn7NdT1cwV3KlNWAaf7f9eoVICqBUD9rQllwBURpKgiwzYs-bfvK1u3j2jIx4cTysw8k9Gt2kChiOIzWmBpD39-o8RqM4PSv_jEKV_x-RsMmgk5SyHFM/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Positano is a gorgeous little city that has colorfully painted homes and buildings that literally climb up the mountainside. It's unbelievable how people were able to build these cities and streets into an extremely steep slope. There was a pretty good beach there where we watched a group of tanned men (and two adorable little boys) set up a dock by pushing pieces of the dock across two wooden boards, which had to be moved over and over again to get everything down to the ocean. It was mind boggling how long it took, how many men, and how "old school". They could've done it in a few minutes with the proper machinery! There were people setting up for an Italian wedding at the local cathedral. As we admired the paintings and tombs, a little man was putting together flower arrangements around the church. Positano was in the movie "Under the Tuscan Sun", and for good reason. It is paradise! And one of my favorites.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br />Amalfi was the last little city we visited. The city consists of one square and one main street, with a zillion little alleyways that twist up and around in mazes, hidden behind the stores and restaurants of the main street. The cathedral is really pretty--there was a wedding here too. There are steep steps that lead to the main doors of the cathedral---and flower petals were sprinkled all the way up the steps. </span> Our driver, who was born in and lived in Amalfi, told us he had to wait TWO years to be married in the cathedral. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Even though it is tiny, Amalfi is my other favorite of the area. We found the best gelato here! And the gentelmen serving up the cones were super generous, which made it taste even better! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />We had our fill of gelato and pizza over the weekend--just to make sure we didn't have any regrets!! After weeks of practicing his driving on the crazy and very crowded streets of London, Mike was amazing on the tiny little jagged streets that literally followed the coast line. We felt like our tires were hanging off the edge of the road as we wove up and down the little streets of the Amalfi coast. The entire weekend was brilliant! We had a blast! </span><br />
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note: as she said, photos and information on Italy will soon arrive.<br />
note number two: said city in paragraph two is Brighton. <br />
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"Since I went on several trips recently and my sister won't write on her
blog so I can't just copy and paste what she wrote, I am forced to
inform everyone about Italy and such. I honestly didn't take any photos
and since I am just feeling way too lazy to go upstairs and get my dad's
camera to put all of his pictures on the computer, I will just wait
until a later date. <br />
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"Two weeks ago on Wednesday we went to a city by the coast of England of
which I forgot the name of where it was freezing cold, windy, and rainy.
(a very unfortunate combo) We went because dad had a stella and dot
event and mom thought it would be fun to go and check out the are. We
went for one day (a day that consisted of shopping, going to starbucks,
getting our names painted in watercolor by an adorable old man, and
checking out their really amazing library, and then thinking about how
we should complain to the city of southlake because our library stinks
and has more movies than books) and at the end of the day, we got fish
and chips, checked out of our hotel, and drove home. This particular
drive was really uncomfortable and it started out with me laying down on
dad's bag and corinne laying on top of me. Corinne fell asleep and I
got a really bad cramp in my neck where her head was and roughly shoved
her aside because I was tired and wasn't thinking straight causing my
compassion level to be very low. But then when I tried to fall asleep on
top of her, I realized that it was much more comfortable than her
laying on top of me and tried to move her so she was on top of me again.
This was still unsuccessful and I got down from underneath her and
decided that maybe the best idea was to just stay awake for the ride.
Corinne never once woke up. <br />
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"On Friday, dad woke us up at 3 o'clock in the morning and we all left at
3:30 to go to the airport. We got to the car park, took a bus to the
airport, checked our bags, got some food, and then took another bus to
our plane. In Italy, we stayed at the Almalfi Coast, had gelato every
day for both lunch and dinner, and we shopped A LOT. Sunday was mom's
birthday and we got her wonderful presents. Corinne and I made a video
for her birthday and dressed up.<br />
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"I would say it was a very successful and wonderful birthday. And then Monday night we flew home.<br />
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"Now I bet you are wondering why in the world I spent more time talking
about sleeping in a car than Italy. It is because of the whole picture
ordeal. I promise once I stop being lazy I will get my dad's camera and
write a long blog full of wonderful pictures. <br />
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"And once we got home from Italy on monday, nothing exciting or funny happened.<br />
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"you are now up to date."rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-74937329323098163012011-09-28T11:30:00.004-05:002011-09-28T11:30:56.138-05:00I have a dream.....*had<br />
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The other night I had this crazy ridiculous dream. Actually, this one isn't so bad. Pretty normal comparatively but it's relevant to our family so I'll tell you about it. <br />
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Our whole family went to Palo Alto to visit Ashlie because the due date for her tiny dancer to come out had passed by a whole week and we didn't want to miss it--understandably. When we got there, Ashlie turned off the lights and sat down in a chair that had a spotlight on it. (I think my mind didn't want to try to figure out what Ashlie's new apartment looked like...) She looked extremely grave. She told us she had an announcement. We waited. And whilst we were waiting, I noticed something odd. She was wearing Doctor Seuss boxers and a girl's camp T-shirt BUT these items were both Chandler's. Because she was pregnant this made the shirt more than a little tight and half of her belly. Only, the belly didn't look like a pregnant lady's belly. It looked EXACTLY- MOLE FOR MOLE-like Michael's. I was <i>confused.</i> I guess my subconscious tried to explain this discovery by Ashlie saying, "Family. I have to admit something. I'm not <i>actually</i> pregnant. I've just gained a lot of weight and was embarrassed so I lied." <br />
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UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OKAY. Naturally, following this announcement, panic ensued. I immediately started sobbing my guts out and Chandler started punching Ashlie's belly (made of fat at this point) without mercy. Mom started flipping out and repeatedly yelled at Chandler, "DON'T HURT THE BABY!!" Then Dad was telling Ashlie that she was grounded from David for an eternity. I'm not quite sure where David was or whether this would've been news to him or if he was in on the secret. I woke up.<br />
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Upon reflection, I am pretty darn psyched for this baby!<br />
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As for what happened this weekend, we went to Camden Town and bought some stuff. Dad made us go off sweets for 5 days of the week and workout 5 days as well. For a long time. This really should be easy (the working out part is) but the whole sweet thing is HARD. One day, I'll be healthy....rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-12895435376428592332011-09-23T06:55:00.000-05:002011-09-23T06:55:13.944-05:00i have toy story plasters on my toes.It's true. I have toy story band-aids on my toes. In my opinion, band-aids sounds infinitely more appealing than plasters....<br />
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Today, I just want to write about a bunch of random stuff like plasters vs. bandaids debate and maybe post Chandler's pj pictures. BUT, since this is a family blog, and people read it to hear about our happy London experiences, I will restrain myself. I really think I ought to get my own blog, but it's too overwhelming to write on TWO DIFFERENT BLOGS. Seriously. See Chandler's and Ashlie's blogs for example.<br />
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Yesterday, I went to a advanced lyrical jazz class. And here is the conclusion I've come to:<br />
If you are a dance teacher, you should be able to dance the dance you're telling your less experienced/ worse students to do. Unless your old. Then it's okay. But please don't tell me to do the impossible in an eight-count. <br />
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Then, we got home and skyped with Michael McKay. Boy, do I miss that kid. Since he is not on blogspot, I'll tell you a little about his life in Utah:<br />
He started his job yesterday! YAY. He finally has one! Also, he bought two ginormous Gumby and Pokey dog toys and a pack of Gumby characters. It's his reward for following a certain diet of sorts. You may laugh (I did), but upon seeing said Gumby characters, I'm pretty jealous. Um...that's all I know.<br />
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Today is Friday. (just reminding you.) And there is ALWAYS supposed to be seminary on Friday mornings. So at 5:15 this morning, I dragged myself out of my warm, comfy bed into the frigid air to get completely ready for the day. I looked GREAT. I woke up Dad and we drove 15 minutes to the church. BUT, upon our arrival, the gates were closed, the church was dark, there were no cars. Do you know what a person feels like upon discovering they woke up two hours earlier than they needed to? BAM. BAM. BAM. Like that. (If I had shouted that in your face, it would've had a greater effect.) I complained very thoroughly to Dad. But then I decided that the reason I didn't know there was seminary today was probably because I wasn't listening, so I stopped. And then we got home, and I put on leggings and a sweatshirt, and got back into bed, and slept for <i>three</i> more hours (HA!) I'm sleeping so much these days, I should be the pregnant one, not Ashlie. Though actually, I don't know if pregnant women sleep more than a normal person. I guess I just assumed because <i>I</i> certainly will be. <br />
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^that was quite a rambling paragraph....<br />
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P.S. Do you guys know what moniker means? Ashlie did, and it was very impressive. <br />
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<br />rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-17045644520990746382011-09-21T16:56:00.000-05:002011-09-21T16:56:14.626-05:00One month downIt's hard to believe that we have been in London for an entire month already! <br />
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Mike, the girls and I just got back from the land of the Chesire cat. Yesiree, we sure did. Fortunately, there was a lot more to it than that. One of our best discoveries was the <b>Cheshire Ice Cream Farm</b>. The flavors were fantastic and the ice cream delicious! It's hard to admit, but it is definitely better than Blue Bell, which is the best ice cream in the country. Well, that's what their song says, but we're pretty sure it's only sold in Texas. Cheshire Farm raises their own chickens for the eggs and cows for milking, all to make the tastiest ice cream ever. Our favorite flavor so far is Banoffi, which stems from a popular english dessert. A couple of other good ones are sticky toffee pudding (also a popular english dessert) and licorice & black current. Grandpa Dick would've gone crazy trying out all of the red ones!<br />
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The city of <b>Chester </b>was fun to explore. It is famous for it's Roman ruins, which I have to admit were pretty few and far between, and the "Rows", which are charming buildings full of all sorts of fun shops....they are layered and go on forever. But the city itself was charming and we loved our tiny....and by tiny I mean miniscule...little flat which was smushed between Henry Harbinger's Sandwich shop and Ye Old Custom House Pub!</div>
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The best part of our weekend: <b>CONWY CASTLE, WALES</b></div>
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funny-o experienco numero uno: (when in doubt of how to say it in Spanish just put a lot of o's at the end.)<span style="font-size: xx-small;">-i know you probably think i got that from corinne, but i really just got it from my head (and maybe a little help from ashlie)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was sitting on the tube quietly and thoughtfully and all of the sudden I tune in to Corinne and Mom arguing. Mom pulls me over to Corinne, and Corinne puts her arms up next to each other and asks me if I notice anything different about the two of them... I didn't. Then Mom does her "I told you so" and Corinne ignores her. Turns out Corinne had tried to shorten her arm hairs with scissors and accidentally cut them SUPER short. So short, it looked like she just took a razor and shaved one section off. After she told me, I couldn't stop staring and laughing...</span></span><br />
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We went to Cheshire, England the other day for a stella & dot thing. At this event we saw them:<br />
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Aren't they wonderful? I sure think so. You can probably tell, but the first picture I took very sneakily by acting like I was taking a picture of corinne and really I just zoomed in to take a picture of Mr. crazy hair. <br />
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I would like for everyone to know that my posting on this blog will be very limited. Unfortunately Corinne is a little blunt for my taste and says things about what I write that I do not care for. Second- I really don't like having to use correct grammar when I am writing on my blog, which I fell obligated to do on Lohnerlicious because family reads it. Who knows? This might be the only one I ever write. <br />
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<br />chan chanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00507216032691774645noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-79614498839650814592011-09-15T15:15:00.005-05:002011-09-20T07:27:08.748-05:00el tubo.This post is dedicated to experiences on the tube. (A.K.A. subway, underground, etc.) Just in case you have a <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> limited knowledge of the spanish language, el tubo is not the proper word for tube. Or maybe it is. I'm not quite sure.<br /><br />1) Two days ago, we rode the tube home from Covent Garden. Actually, we do this every day for dance but two days ago, we rode the tube home from Covent Garden with <span style="font-style: italic;">Dad.</span> First of all, this resulted in a lot of "ARE YOU SURE, HONEY??"s and "YOU'RE TOO NICE MARCEE, YOU JUST GOTTA PUSH YOUR WAY THROUGH PEOPLE!"<br /><br />Second, when we got on the district line (the one we take to go directly home), no one was talking. No one was even muttering (except Chandler, mom, and I). Before I continue, you have to understand that on the tube, you don't talk to people. You don't smile at people. You don't even look at people! But lo and behold, Dad shouts, "HONEY, WHAT'S THE DISTRICT LINE? I MEAN, WHY IS IT CALLED THAT?" Mom and I made some weak guesses but mostly ignored his unnecessary shouting. But he wasn't about to let it drop. "REALLY, SOMEONE'S GOT TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHY IT'S CALLED THE DISTRICT LINE!"<br /><br />By now, we're feeling a tad embarrassed (or more). We're surrounded by smart, able, British businessmen and Dad is acting <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly</span> as a typical American would. Finally, a nice man sitting beside me, took pity on our family and explained what the district line was and why it was called so. He did this so fully and so smart-sounding-ly that I decided that he was a nerd. This was proven true by the book in his hand. The title read, "Scientists of the DiscoWorld".<br /><br />But oh, my friends. The story is not yet over. He proceeded to berate one of the gentlemen across from us for not telling him and laughing his super loud laugh. I think we entertained <span style="font-style: italic;">everyone</span> on the train that night....<br /><br />2) We're were on our way home from Covent Garden one day and for some reason, it was <span style="font-style: italic;">packed.</span> In case your wondering, in London, people would rather stand absurdly close to you than wait for the next train. Mom was staring nose to nose with some random guy, Chandler was compressed between two men, and I had some super tall guy's knees stabbing me in the legs. NOT FUN. And also, it smelled of that BO aroma we talked about. (We think there was a soccer game...)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">FIIINAAALLLLYYY</span>, we got to our stop and we pushed our way out as fast as we possible could. We did a little dance of happiness because we had escaped. We were wrong. EVERYSINGLEPERSONONTHATTRAINFOLLOWEDUSOFF. And then started chanting. I lost my patience. hahaha.<br /><br />3)Not too long ago, we were on a fairly empty tube. There were scattered empty seats and plenty of space to stand and the whole middle bar wasn't being touched. At one spot, a slightly plump, old man came in. He looked around, took in all the empty seats and space, and stood RIGHT NEXT to mom. I laughed. Then, he lifted his arm up to hold onto the overhead bar. This resulted in an chubby, aged man's armpit in mom's face. I laughed harder. For the remainder of our journey, Mom coughed, covered her nose, and tried to stop her eyes from watering. I laughed even harder.<br /><br />4)Some people take animals on the tube. And when they're puke-colored cats with orange eyes who look <span style="font-style: italic;">just</span> like they're owners, I feel like kicking them.<br /><br />Maybe you all have a little better sense of what the tube is like now.rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-30892022674924613272011-09-15T15:05:00.002-05:002011-09-15T15:12:05.448-05:00birthday suitsSo here's the deal. <br /><br />At Pineapple Studio of Dance, there is a locker room. Inside that room, there are naked woman. And not just an "I'm changing as fast as I can and I'm too lazy to go to the bathroom" kind of naked. It's an "ooohhhh let me put on lotion and pluck my eyebrows and air dry from the shower" type of naked. And it makes Chandler and I <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> uncomfortable. I think that one day, it all became a little too much for my dear sister and she came up with the following rhyme. It reads to the tune of Rain, Rain, Go Away.<br /><br />Naked, naked, go away.<br />Don't come again another day.<br />If you do, I swear...<br />I'LL PULL UP YOUR UNDERWEAR.<br /><br />hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha.<br />Now, she just has to work up the courage to sing that to the ladies....rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-43354131296419492792011-09-10T06:43:00.000-05:002011-09-10T06:43:52.156-05:00the first few weeks....O.k. I am finally biting the bullet and contributing to the blog. The girls can make fun of me all they want, but I actually have important things to do around here! I understand that the blog is important. Our connection to the world. That's why I'm taking this very seriously and getting involved. Here are the, as Corinne puts it, pages of stuff I have been writing.....<br />
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<b>week one:</b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Well, we have been in England exactly a week now and we still haven't received our shipment with our clothes and things. It's a little bit hard to get dressed every morning in a cold climate when all of our clothing is made for Texas heat! We keep crossing our fingers that everything will come soon.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Our move started off with a bang! We arrived in London to no shipments, which meant no bedding, clothing, dishes, etc, the ovens didn't work, Mike received a parking ticket (totally undeserved) and I had my wallet stolen--all credit cards, bank cards (US and UK) temple recommend, and drivers license. After all of that, we sat down to a totally unhealthy fried dinner of fish and chips and just laughed. There was nothing else we could do. Mike informed us that no one had died and things could only get better, to which Chandler quipped, "ya never know dad, one of us might get hit by a double-decker bus tomorrow!". </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">We took off and spent the weekend in the Cotswolds. The Cotswolds are gorgeous! It basically felt like we were frolicking in a fairy land full of old castles, churches and fields dotted with little lambs. Seriously, Corinne even had a bleating competition with Hercules, a lamb the girls named during our visit. It was heaven! We stayed in a little cottage with the name of Wychwood in Bruern Stable Cottages. I'm wondering why Americans are so lame? Our homes need names. I didn't know it could sound so cool to have a name for your house!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">One of my favorite moments was when we went to the Bourton-on-the-water miniature village. There was a fantastic replica of their Cotswold village. It was amazing! But as we were walking and admiring the village, we saw a sign that posted, "Don't walk on the grass" (not a small sign, a full-sized one), which we all found extremely funny since everything was tiny. So Corinne and Chandler pull out their walking fingers and proceed to 'walk' on everything---from the grass to the roof-tops. Here is a nice photo of Corinne totally breaking their tiny village laws!</span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">But we are now back to London and reality. We are trying to sign the girls up for school and get into a routine. Mike got me a car today, but I have come to realize that driving in London will be scary as all get out! The streets are teeny and there isn't any rhyme or reason to how things are laid out and no one seems to have any problem driving two inches away from another car or parking in a space that only looks big enough for a child's bike. I'm taking my friend, Tasha Siebach's advice and getting up at 5 am to try it out. My total experience so far was moving the car to a new parking space and I ended up a block and a half away from our house! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">By the way, our house is great. The girls were surprised by the size and said that the pictures they had seen of the place were deceiving! :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">The girls and I are adjusting to life here. We finally received our shipment last Friday and were able to unpack and start making our house feel like our home. It's amazing what a few familiar pictures and chotchkis can do for your morale! It finally seems like it belongs to us. <br />
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There are things I really love about the place...and things that are less than desirable. Here's some random facts about our life here:<br />
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-Our front walk is made up of black and white checked tiles and it leads to a door which has great stained glass windows. <br />
-We have window boxes on a bunch of our windows--I need to work on those a bit<br />
-We have three floors in our house. So when I walk from the kitchen to my bedroom I have to go up 37 stairs. I am going to have a really toned tush when this year's up!<br />
-I don't have a cookie sheet small enough to fit into my teeny ovens<br />
-We have three refrigerators, and still don't have as much space as our fridge at home<br />
-I have to go to three rooms to get ready every morning since there isn't enough closet/drawer space in any given room for our clothes<br />
-Our garden has tomatoes and herbs--love this!<br />
-We have a different set of keys for the front door (which has three locks), the back door (three locks, two keysq), the front shed, the back shed, the back gate, and other random things. It's almost humorous<br />
-We have to walk 10-15 minutes to get anywhere...the grocery store, the tube station, the bus stop...pretty much anything. This is probably my biggest challenge right now. I'm having a hard time getting used to this. For example: the girls and I left an hour and a half before their dance class so we would have time to walk to the tube station, take a tube to Earl's Crossing, change tubes and ride to Covent Garden, and then walk to dance. You have to allow time for traffic, rain and a myriad of things. People just allow a lot more time to get everywhere. Mike's office is less than three miles away from our house, but it has taken him an hour to get home because of traffic. Crazy!<br />
-We are enjoying observing our neighbors. Everyone walks everywhere so you observe a lot. One neighbor has an awesome VW van that is bright yellow with heart stickers on the sides. <br />
-there are tons of small children on scooters and bikes riding around town. Sometimes they have little baby dolls in backpacks or on the back of their bikes. And I adore hearing them talk with an English accent! <br />
-no one, and I mean NO ONE, has convenient stores like the ones in the states. But I have been able to buy Dr. Pepper zero in bottles at a couple of places. Dad, I'm sure you feel my pain! <br />
-I'm learning how to drive on the wrong side of the road. Mike bought me this amazing navigation system which tells me everything to do. She tells me how fast I'm going, if there is a camera taking pictures of speeding cars, if there is a lot of traffic and I need to take an alternate route, etc. I couldn't get anywhere without her! I say "her" because it is the voice of some lady with an English accent. She and I are becoming quite attached.<br />
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I'll tell you more things later. I'm also totally entertained by all of the names here. I've started a running list. Here are a few:<br />
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Duke's Head<br />
Slug and lettuce (the girls and I ate lunch here)<br />
Nag's head<br />
The Bitter and Twisted<br />
Porcupine<br />
Goat in Boots<br />
Tooting--we have people in our ward that live here and I chuckle every time I hear it :)<br />
Wagamama<br />
We received a flyer for a restaurant giving out free poppodoms and chutneys (what ARE poppodoms?)<br />
Rocket--some kind of lettuce used on many things<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Right now I have to go outside every single day and move our car to another neighborhood (between 9:30-10:30am) because we don't have a permit for our street yet. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Well, the girls and I had a big break through this week. In the last 48 hours we have had not one, but TWO people who have stopped us on the street and asked us directions. What? We might actually look like we know where we are going now! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">This past weekend we went to The National Gallery twice. The first time we went with Mike and ran out of time. Since it is huge and we love love LOVE it, we went back to see more on Monday. We saw so much good stuff (Boticelli, Michaelangelo, Renior, Rembrandt, Watteau...just to name a few) and it still feels like we've barely scratched the surface, but the cool thing is....we can go back. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">My crazy names/words list cont.:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">nappys--diapers</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">plasters--bandaids</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">boot--trunk of a car</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">rubbish--garbage (which you probably already know, but we are continually amazed at how many times a day they use this word)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">baps--potato rolls or dinner rolls</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-72906148361884391292011-09-09T02:54:00.004-05:002011-09-09T03:06:03.520-05:00updateI don't have much to say here-- at this point I'm mostly avoiding school....<br /><br />It's been a while since anyone's written on this thing. Mostly though, nothing's happened! We're just getting into a routine. Dad's working as hard as ever, Mom has fully decorated and made our home beautiful, I've started seminary every morning at 6, a dance schedule is underway, and Chandler and I have immersed ourselves in our studies....kind of. <br /><br />Mom is meanwhile writing pages of stuff that she "will put on the blog ASAP". I don't think she quite understands what ASAP means but hopefully, you will have something a little more detailed to read in a few months!<br /><br />Chandler and I have some exciting news though! We went to a Jazz class the other day and at the end of it, we got offered a spot in Alex Turner's dance school. We're not quite sure what that entails exactly but at least we'll have a place to train. It's really very flattering(:<br /><br />The missing of Texas has dulled slightly excepting a few things:<br /><br />1)michael mckay<br />2)ashlie<br />3)david<br />4)tiny dancer<br /><br />Though actually, none of those things are in Texas anymore....<br />Also, I would like Chick-fil-a and some QT (Ashlie is not alone in her sufferings).<br /><br />thank you.rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-62773502794593926462011-09-01T10:26:00.001-05:002011-09-01T10:27:35.460-05:00From the Sunny Shores of CaliforniaI just want to be a part of this. But I'm not in London. I'm in California. So quite frankly, my adventures are nowhere near exciting. But they don't have THIS in London...<br />
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No, this <a href="http://www.burlingamepezmuseum.com/">Pez Museum</a> is found only 20 minutes from my house. I know. You're jealous. And they don't have THIS in London... <br />
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But actually, they don't have that in California either. That is why everyone should just give in and go back to Texas.<br />
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Thank you,<br />
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me.<br />
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<a href="http://mymanynumbereddays.blogspot.com/">afailingdomestic</a>a. dancepantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07339521210909976797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-81017914686733985782011-09-01T05:23:00.006-05:002011-09-01T05:46:28.435-05:00channychannychanchanI think it's about time that Chandler go public.
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<br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chanchanlohner.blogspot.com/">sistersblog</a></span>
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<br />She's really very funny and manages to get all the little stuff I don't write on this one. Why she doesn't just post on <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> one is the real mystery since they basically say the same things. But go check it out! It will be entertaining.
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<br />Speaking of entertaining Chandlers, I don't think you quite know how entertaining our Chandler is. The other day, for example, she was singing Mercy and swinging around a spatula in the kitchen. We weren't using a spatula at the time... Then, walking home from Starbucks, she quoted <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80entLldZOg">Kid History</a> and the <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Paint?blend=1&ob=5#p/u/1/y57sYHIDP_Y">Harry Potter Songs</a> the entire walk home. At the top of her voice. Sometimes she spends time debating which of <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.angryalien.com/">THESE</a> are the best episodes. The Twilight is the reigning champ so far. (Re-enactments are included in the debate.)
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<br />The best part of all of this? Things like this have become such a hourly occurrence that Mom doesn't comment anymore, let alone try to stop it.
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<br />Now, to spare Chandler a little, I will say that I participated in many of these activities (and still do). It's just that Chandler's more entertaining. Which is the whole point of this post.
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<br />PS. I know- the amount of links in this post seems overwhelming. But you <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> love me. If only you will click on the link....
<br />rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-46212355270478443952011-08-28T15:42:00.004-05:002011-08-30T05:35:10.915-05:00Mormons in Britian.Today is Sunday. Today we went to church. Today we realized that LDS people in Britian are far and few between.
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<br />It's actually quite unbelievable! There are SEVEN Young Women in our ward.
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<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">S E V E N.</span>
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<br />According to the leader, 6 of them are active. (Though admittedly, she said that when they all show up it's a miracle)
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<br />Chandler and I are a novelty. They're all sooooo excited. The moment we walk in a door, they're saying, "OH! You must be Corinne and you must be Chandler. You guys are from Texas right? 15 and 13?" To which we replied, "Uh.......yeahhh." What can I say? We're cool.
<br />rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-80345400043828934432011-08-27T15:10:00.006-05:002011-08-28T15:29:02.509-05:00twas time to do the dancing.The dancing was done today.
<br />And I'm afraid I have to say it stunk.
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<br />Okay. Well to be fair, the first class was called "FUSION FUNK!" so we can hardly have expected something amazing and inspiring but the second class was a contemporary class. And I was so SO excited to finally be dancing again that I didn't even pause to think that we would do arm waggles (a technical term apparently) and reaches to the heavens and hug ourselves and <span style="font-style: italic;">learn</span> how to roll on the floor.
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<br />We even practiced.... (don't get too appalled)....donkey kicks! (AHHHHH!)
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<br />I can only imagine what my former dance teachers would be saying right now as they have instilled in me a great appreciation of choreography. And also a great UNappreciation of donkey kicks in dance class. It was unsatisfactory to say the least....
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<br />and actually quite funny. The teacher just <span style="font-style: italic;">adooorreeed </span>Chandler and I. We immediately got recommended for a level upgrade. We must have our donkey kicks perfect, eh?
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<br />We'll try some more classes I guess....I think that maybe if I can find a good dance studio, I can survive this year.
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<br />PS. I got told I sounded English today. When I was talking in my regular voice! So either that person was crazy or I am AWESOMEEEE.
<br />rinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08817825996626425009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893998920790446817.post-47468097139685631782011-08-26T07:36:00.004-05:002011-08-27T15:26:26.178-05:00procratinator? nahhh...Today our shipments arrived!
<br />At first we believed this to be a happy thing.
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<br />We were deceived.
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<br />One of the helper guys smelled like (in Chandler's words), "A Mexican restaruant/smoky/BO smell." It was <span style="font-style: italic;">awful.</span> Maybe there was some truth in Dad's observation that Europeans have their own special B.O. smell.....
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<br />After we unpacked everything, Mom and Chandler immediately got to work. They were unpacked in minutes. I, on the other hand, put my bulletin board up against the wall and proceeded to slowly put every single tack I brought around the edge of the board....Frustratingly enough, there were NOT enough tacks to go around the entire board. So <span style="font-style: italic;">then </span>I had to rearrange them of course.
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<br />But we're basically done and it finally feels like home! (or at least <span style="font-style: italic;">a</span> home.)
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