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.

arriving in style.

We're here!

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.

changing it up

by the way...


WE'RE MOVING.



TO LONDON, ENGLAND.


suprise!

rhinestones and glitter

dance recital is coming up.

and i've decided one thing- people get way too excited about recitals.

it just means that i've been sitting behind a desk a lot. and gluing thousands of rhinestones on costumes. and cutting out felt lightning bolts. and glittering hair pieces. and organizing. and getting yelled at by unsatisfied moms.

oh and did i mention that i have to be part of the recital as well? talk about unhappy teachers.

so someone PLEASE remind me not to do recital next year.

hitting the teenage years

Good news first:

I think it necessary to point out that, between Ashlie and I, we now have 13 posts.

T H I R T E E N.

That's right, I counted. And, personally, I am pretty pleased with myself.

Also, mom just came home with some tongue tattoos from QT. (She knows people, if you get my drift.)

this is what happens when you go to QT every.single.day.

As far as anything important is concerned, we're all a tad stressed.

Chandler has received a rather unfair lunch detention because Mamacita signed her into to school late three times this 6 weeks. (Once, we were serving kids with special needs). Madre has been working HARD in all things churchy. Our father is considering an extremely drastic change (which I won't reveal in case it doesn't happen and I look foolish). Michael hates his job and Corinne (me) is not allowing the public to know what's actually going on in her life.

.......and so the Lohner family is doing fine, thank you.

my fancy pants

today is general conference.

and that means i get to go to church in harem pants.

and also chandler and also mom.

and THAT is a cause for celebration.

Two birthdays in a month and now we're both half a century old

David and I are both 25.  Thank you, February and March of 2011 for making it happen.  And in exactly two weeks, David will be 25 and have his Masters of Accountancy.  Ashlie will still be struggling through college, feeling older and older each day. 

Good news?  This summer Ashlie and David will be heading to Texas for any number of weeks (possibly even a month).  I don't care if it is HOT, I don't care if it is HUMID, all I care about is that it isn't UTAH!! And there are the best people I know there. (in case you were wondering, I'm talking about the Mike Lohner and Blair Dance families) 

And that's all, folks.