Monday, October 10, 2011

God Save the Queen

It's been a sad week at our house, so this email forward was just the touch of humor--er, "humour" that is--we needed. Wanted to share it with you. Here goes...

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To the citizens of the United States of America from Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II

In the light of your immediate failure to financially manage yourselves and also in recent years your tendency to elect incompetent Presidents of the USA and therefore not able to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately. (You should look up 'revocation' in the Oxford English Dictionary.)

Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas, which she does not fancy).

Your new Prime Minister, David Cameron, will appoint a Governor General for America without the need for further elections.

Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated sometime next year to determine whether any of you noticed.

To aid in the transition to a British Crown dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect: 

1. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'colour,' 'favour,' 'labour' and 'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the letters, and the suffix '-ize' will be replaced by the suffix '-ise.' Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. (look up 'vocabulary') 

2. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as ''like' and 'you know' is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. There is no such thing as U.S. English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take into account the reinstated letter 'u'' and the elimination of '-ize.'

3. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.

4. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you're not quite ready to be independent. Guns should only be used for shooting grouse. If you can't sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist, then you're not ready to shoot grouse.

5. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. Although a permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.

6. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left side with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.

7. The former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling gasoline) of roughly $10/US gallon. Get used to it.

8. You will learn to make real chips.Those things you call French fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.

9. The cold, tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. New Zealand beer is also acceptable, as New Zealand is pound for pound the greatest sporting nation on earth and it can only be due to the beer. They are also part of the British Commonwealth - see what it did for them. American brands will be referred to as Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine, so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion

10. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to play English characters. Watching Andie Macdowell attempt English dialogue in Four Weddings and a Funeral was an experience akin to having one's ears removed with a cheese grater.

11. You will cease playing American football. There are only two kinds of proper football; one you call soccer, and rugby (dominated by the New Zealanders). Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies.

12. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played outside of America. Since only 2.1% of you are aware there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. You will learn cricket, and we will let you face the Australians (World dominators) first to take the sting out of their deliveries.

13. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.

14. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's Customs and Excise will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due (backdated to 1776).

15. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 p.m. with proper cups, with saucers, and never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; plus strawberries (with cream) when in season.

God Save the Queen!


Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Our Jenga

1996 - 2011
I brought you home from the vet hospital where I worked.
We were married just six months then.
You were homeless and so spunky,
With oversized ocelot ears.
You made us laugh with your brainless antics,
Your 100-mile-an-hour silliness, and cross-eyed glances.

Through two moves, two babies born, a Greyhound come and gone,
And always with Skippy—your friend and nemesis,
You charmed us with your jungle-cat strut and your statuesque beauty.
You were a princess. You had Mike wrapped around your little pink toe.

We almost lost you once before.
Mike slept on the floor of the closet
All night, his hand on you.
We nursed you through—
Gave you sub-q fluids and fed you with a syringe.
And you got better.

We had four more years with you, our little "Chickie."
Your bubble-gum toes and cotton-ball feet.
The way you laid “cute traps” we couldn’t resist.
Your rabbit-soft coat, meticulously licked.
Your demanding “feed me” mew.
Your lazy window-sill sunning, eyes half-closed.
Your rattley purr in bed at night.

I’m sorry we weren’t there for you, Jenga—
Our sweet, slinky, shiny girl—
To hold you through your peaceful passing.

A letter Merrit wrote to Jenga when we first told him
on Sunday that she was very sick.

A memorial that Kara, our friend in NC, painted under the chair where
she held Jenga for us until the very end. Thank you, Kara.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Gifts from Germany


Mike is home and came bearing gifts. Liqueur-filled marzipan candies, a keepsake beer stein, and hot-chili chocolates packaged in a beautiful slim metal box.

He's going to post pictures and write a post about his trip soon...

Monday, October 3, 2011

My Little Hunter-Gatherer

You didn't think he was kidding about that side dish did you?

Chopped seaweed with viniagrette of mirin rice wine vinegar, tamari soy
sauce, and sesame seed oil, and garnished with chopped scallions.

In case you missed the original clip:




We did check to see if there were any poisonous sea vegetables in Britain, and learned that only the Desmarestia variety is poisonous, and it grows in deep water. We figured we were in the clear.

We were going for a knock-off the wakame salad we get at sushi restaurants that is SO GOOD...but ours was not as fresh or delicious. It didn't have the texture of wakame and looked more like cooked spinach than a fresh seaweed salad. Next time, we'll hold the soy sauce; it was already plenty salty.

Yes, I said "next time." Merrit's convinced that Mike needs to try it now...

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Last Day of Summer???

I actually already thought we'd had the last day of summer...a few weeks ago it was really cold, and I thought, "Well, here we go." But imagine my surprise--well, everyone's surprise--when we a 77-degree day yesterday! We had a busy morning--flat tire, ASDA shopping, and fundraising coffee--but as soon as we got home, we quickly packed a picnic lunch, put on swimsuits, grabbed our buckets and spades and walked to the beach.

We spent five hours there. The boys had an absolute ball. When we got to the beach at about 12:30, the tide was out and there were lots of rockpools to explore. After the tide came in, the boys played in a rather warm tidal pool for a few hours. Then, eventually, even in the surf. Merrit actually got out there a little bit, although it was cold. Like, your ankle bones start hurting if you stand in it for long, but he waded out and said he got used to it eventually. Brrr. Other people were out there, too. Crazies.

By the time we left, the shadows were long and the boys were sandy and hungry. Here are some pictures from our day.

























 

 

 


Saturday, October 1, 2011

Murphy's Law

Why is it that when your hubby is out of town, THAT'S when your car gets a flat and your bathroom faucet springs a leak?


Everything is fine, under control. I drove the car on the rim down to a nearby tire center and, thankfully, it could be repaired; so £20 and 30 minutes later, we were back on track for our day. Off to ASDA (the Wal-Mart of Europe). Note to self, don't ever, ever, ever go to ASDA on the first Saturday morning after payday. Oh my gosh, it was a madhouse. 

Yes, I'm shopping at ASDA. What about the sweet little butcher shop, bakery, and produce stand in my town? Not to worry, I still go there for fresh foods. My weekly shop at ASDA is to get the good deals on laundry detergent, light bulbs, paper towels, and so forth.



After the chaos of the Saturday morning shop, we stopped in for a little fundraising tea and coffee morning that a friend had invited us to attend. 

Kids in bathing suits kept running inside from the back-yard kiddie pool
to raid the cake table. Everything was homemade! I tried the lemon cake
with chocolate swirl icing and the mini mincemeat pie. Mmmm.

We got there just as the party was wrapping up, so lots
of the treats were already eaten, but we did get sent home
with a small bag of goodies. I love this cake stand!

This family has a rather large back garden with a small
greenhouse, a vegetable garden, lots of flower borders
and a lawn. Still small by American standards, but it
was very pretty. 

There were actually loads of people and kids at this little
fundraiser, but I was trying to crop them out of my pics.
The fundraiser was for a group called Macmillan. They sponsor a campaign each year called "The World's Biggest Coffee Morning" and that's what my friend was hosting. Macmillan is a group that provides practical and emotional support for cancer patients and their families. 

Oh, and the leaky bathroom sink? I called the landlord and we'll see if she gets back to me. (She's not the most responsive landlord on the planet.) For now, I have two pots and a 9x13 lasagna pan catching drips that are coming through the ceiling below into the back office of our rental house. 

"Daddy Germy"

Well, Daddy was germy, but thankfully he got over his cold just in the nick of time for his scheduled trip to Germany, or as Ollie says, "Germy."

So when Ollie misses Mike he says, "Daddy Germy. Daddy airplane." Cute.

Mike went to Cologne for business back in August, but this trip is 100% fun. He's there for Oktoberfest in Munich with a pal from work (who's from Germany; the guys are staying with his aunt). I know the guys are having a great time--and Mike promises a blog update with pictures when he gets back. Stay tuned for that.

Something funny Merrit said this morning, as he was watching Scooby Doo: "Velma's hair is really messed up." Ah Merrit, truer words were never spoken.
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