Today our shipments arrived!
At first we believed this to be a happy thing.
We were deceived.
One of the helper guys smelled like (in Chandler's words), "A Mexican restaruant/smoky/BO smell." It was awful. Maybe there was some truth in Dad's observation that Europeans have their own special B.O. smell.....
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 then I had to rearrange them of course.
But we're basically done and it finally feels like home! (or at least a home.)
Showing posts with label london. Show all posts
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8.26.2011
8.18.2011
lemme see your funky chicken.
Bad news first?
Well, we got here two days ago. Yesterday, mom freaked out over what brands of laundry detergent to buy, told me repeatedly to make my bed (a single blanket at the moment), thought we were all being kidnapped, and.....*pause for effect*... lost her wallet in London's biggest, fanciest shopping mall.
Today, we walked home for 15 minutes in the pouring rain and cold. (without jackets, scarves, hats, boots, etc.). We still haven't received our shipments, have yet to begin unpacking, and we have to park three streets down from our house.
So while Mom and Dad stressed and stressed (as they had a right to do), Chandler and I practiced our dance moves. Our favorite was the funky chicken. First, you put your hands behind your head (create wings), then you go into a average sized lunge (creating a more believable chicken posture), and finally, push your head in and out to the music (like a chicken), cluck super annoyingly and loudly (like a chicken), and slowly deepen your lunge (just because). I hope you ALL just tried that. (Because Chandler and I certainly would have.)
Oh, and we all had a family dinner of fish and chips last night. I know it sounds fancy and all but it's really just breaded, greasy cod and soggy french fries. Though I actually ate it happily until I realized there was skin involved....
I do think we entertained the waiters and cooks greatly by singing an A capella version of Supermassive Black Hole (a wonderful Muse song that we don't really know the tune to...), and speaking in either Texan or Mexican accents while providing a very negative commentary to Twilight as it played on the TV. Chandler and I certainly thought it was funny.
And still, I get a jolt of extreme excitement every time someone British speaks to us.
In summary, we've made every Londoner we've seen think Americans are crazy.
SCORE.
Well, we got here two days ago. Yesterday, mom freaked out over what brands of laundry detergent to buy, told me repeatedly to make my bed (a single blanket at the moment), thought we were all being kidnapped, and.....*pause for effect*... lost her wallet in London's biggest, fanciest shopping mall.
Today, we walked home for 15 minutes in the pouring rain and cold. (without jackets, scarves, hats, boots, etc.). We still haven't received our shipments, have yet to begin unpacking, and we have to park three streets down from our house.
So while Mom and Dad stressed and stressed (as they had a right to do), Chandler and I practiced our dance moves. Our favorite was the funky chicken. First, you put your hands behind your head (create wings), then you go into a average sized lunge (creating a more believable chicken posture), and finally, push your head in and out to the music (like a chicken), cluck super annoyingly and loudly (like a chicken), and slowly deepen your lunge (just because). I hope you ALL just tried that. (Because Chandler and I certainly would have.)
Oh, and we all had a family dinner of fish and chips last night. I know it sounds fancy and all but it's really just breaded, greasy cod and soggy french fries. Though I actually ate it happily until I realized there was skin involved....
I do think we entertained the waiters and cooks greatly by singing an A capella version of Supermassive Black Hole (a wonderful Muse song that we don't really know the tune to...), and speaking in either Texan or Mexican accents while providing a very negative commentary to Twilight as it played on the TV. Chandler and I certainly thought it was funny.
And still, I get a jolt of extreme excitement every time someone British speaks to us.
In summary, we've made every Londoner we've seen think Americans are crazy.
SCORE.
8.17.2011
arriving in style.
We're here!
Things that happened yesterday.
Things that happened yesterday.
Chandler completely refused to smile for the duration of the flight. She was mourning the loss of her home and friends.
Mom lost it a little towards the end...
Yes. That is all our luggage.
Why do they not have keys like this in the US?
our home!
our front door! (take note of mail slot...)
Our back patio. (and two very attractive young ladies...)
random car and vespa that i want.
everyone congratulate dad on not killing us all while driving.
7.06.2011
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