Jess, I promised a part 2 and here it is....
Well...WHAT can I say about this weather? Well...It's cold. Very cold. In fact, just this morning I received word that my ears are going to stage a mass walk-out with my nose in protest unless I start treating them better in these freezing conditions. Rumour has it that a few of my fingers intend to join too....you just can't get the staff.
Seriously, though, It is cold and I don't have a scarf up here with me so I have taken to inventing new methods of 'neck-warmth'. The first I tried did not go well. With my rucksack packed full of huge books, I already looked ridiculous walking up the hill to my bus. I didn't really need to add Daddy's huge jumper to the mix as well. No, not wearing it over the bag, etc. That would be silly. I wore it as a cape- the sleeves tied up around my neck to keep me warm. At first, I felt empowered. There I was in my navy trackie bottoms, tucked into my warm boots, my coat, my rucksack and my cape....the very essence of warmth! This empowerment quickly turned into bitter horror at myself. Why would I even consider doing that?? I looked UTTERLY ridiculous to an extent that I don't think I have ever experience before. I apologised to myself and pressed on up the hill, my cape flowing in the strong breeze....feeling stupid.
The next 'neck-warmth' method I employed was my cardigan. This is fairly self explainatory. I folded my cardigan in half, vertically, and wrapped it around my neck and tucked it into my coat. This was effective at keeping the wind out but, when I arrived at my lecture and de-layered, I realised that, at the end of the day, I was unwrapping a cardigan from around my neck. Ridiculous.
I know what you are thinking. Yes, I could have borrowed one of Jess' scarves but, I had impetigo and I didn't want to spread it. You know, you know.
Whilst we're on the subject of Impetigo, I suppose you are wondering how I am getting on. Well, I don't blame you. As it happens, I am cured! The cream worked wonders. You can still see the red marks where the disease ravaged my face but, those will fade after a while and, hopefully, go away completely. I was talking to Mum yesterday and I figured that this was payback for my collossal moaning about strech marks. I bet someone thought it would be hilarious to put hideous markings in a place where they would be blatantly obvious and where people would actually see them. Well, thank you! It worked! I was treated like I had the freaking bubonic plague for about a week and have learnt my lesson. I mean, Jess and Harriet actually put their toothbrushes in a separate cup, used a separate hand towel and different toothpaste...way to make a girl feel like a massive, walking pandemic. An ugly contagion! (Mind you, they were sensible. I would have advised them to do exactly that!) Anyway, I really have learnt my lesson. I would rather have a couple of tiny stretch marks than Impetigo. Maybe. =) I am thrilled to report that the toothbrushes are now residing in the same cup again. Hooray!
Well, I think that is all I have to say for now. I do hope you feel better soon, Snaffs. I don't like to think of you being poorly. Just think of all the fun we will have when I am back! Whoop!
Anyway...love you, Humphers.
Love,
Shams. xxx
It was snowing this morning. HUGE, heavy flakes of snow.
Friday 16 December 2011
Tuesday 13 December 2011
Enui, Off-ui.- Rachel
Jess...
FYI (before the missive commences)...
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FYI (before the missive commences)...
bul·wark (b
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1. A wall or embankment raised as a defensive fortification; a rampart.
2. Something serving as a defense or safeguard: "We have seen the necessity of the Union, as our bulwark against foreign danger" (James Madison).
3. A breakwater.
4. The part of a ship's side that is above the upper deck. Often used in the plural.
tr.v. bul·warked, bul·wark·ing, bul·warks
Well....Almost so much time has elapsed that I really do not know where to begin. Perhaps I shall start with university itself. I have decided that I want to be an academic. I remember in my first year of university, mocking one of my lecturers who specialises in sex in colonial algeria. I know, right?! So, in mocking him for his absurd choice, I did not expect in a million years that I would want to be like that- devoting hours of my life to researching things that only I care about. How self-indulgent! Yet, it would seem that that is what I want to do. I want to do my doctorate and I want it to be on military wives. Ahhhh, the dream!
5 days ago, something dreadful happened. Something appeared on my face. I know what you're thinking "pampered little brat can't handle a measly spot! She wouldn't know bad skin if it bit her in the armpit" (which, incidentally, sounds ridiculously uncomfortable and quite risky. I wouldn't bite someone in the armpit if you paid me)! But, despite the fact that I have been lucky enough to not have bad skin, I do know when my face isn't quite right. Let me tell you, what was happening to my face was not right. Not in any culture was this right. At first I thought it was a coldsore so, I made sure I always had clean hands so I didn't give it to myself again and I treated it with cream. By day two, it got bigger. By day 3 it was bigger still and number 2 was joining in the fun. By day 3.5 1 and 2 had joined forces to become a mahoosive one that almost took over my entire face. I referred to it as my second face. By day 3.75 there was a 3rd growing. Now, I am now coldsore expert but I knew something was up. Yesterday morning, I resolved to go into boots and get coldsore patches to cover the monstrosities with. As I approched the desk, I asked to see the pharmacist. She came out and asked what she could do to help. "Well," said I, "My face...it's falling apart. I feel like a leper." She chuckled (who wouldn't, let's be honest) and had a good look. I told her about the coldsore epidemic (no...PANdemic) that had swept my face and she said "I don't think it's a coldsore...it looks more like impetigo." NOOOO!!! Not a highly contagious Staphylococcus aureus infection that could sweep my entire body leaving me looking scabby and gross?! Not that!! PLEASE take it back and tell me I have a coldsore epidemic! I told her about my engagement pictures coming up and she almost wept with sympathy (or maybe it was a laugh, shortly turned into a 'bless you'...couldn't quite tell). Well, I went to the doctors that afternoon and it's a good thing too! You know when you have a skin complaint and people KNOW. They just KNOW. And YOU know that they KNOW and then it's awkward. You can tell they want to express sympathy for your rotting face and they can tell that you want them to go away so you don't have to face the embarassment but niether of you do anything. Also, you know when women wish men would talk to their faces rather than...their hair or something? I experienced that today. Not for the reasons you might think....!....but because people have started talking to my bottom lip. I just wish people would look me in the EYE! I KNOW I HAVE A ROTTING FACE. I KNOW MY BOTTOM LIP LOOKS LIKE IT'S BEEN RIPPED APART AND RE-ASSEMBLED. I KNOW I AM HIDEOUS AND I KNOW YOU ARE DESPERATELY HOPING THAT STARING AT MY LIP WON'T GIVE YOU MY LIP CONDITION. I UNDERSTAND THE PARANOIA. HELLO!!!! BUT PLEASE, FEIGN INTEREST, PRETEND YOU HADN'T NOTICE AND LOOK INTO MY EYES! You will soon see the real me! I will NOT be defined by my bottom lip anymore. I refuse. Done and done.
Anyway, so I went to the doctor and he said "What can I do for you today". I just looked at him with an expression that said "Really? You can clearly see that my entire face is falling off and you're asking me what you can do to help?" I didn't say that though. Obviously. I just told him the same sorry sob story I told to the chemist and he and his medical student took it from there. He knew straight away that it wasn't a coldsore. I mean...who are we kidding. What coldsore in the world looks like THAT? (none....in case you were wondering). The medical student took a bit of time to get there. In the end, he said, after about 4 minutes of pulling teeth "So....what infection do we know that makes skin look like that?" "erm..............a Staph infection??" "Yes, so.....given what it looks like and how it's spread.....what has she got??" "erm...................................................................Imp....." (This is where I chimed in) "IMPETIGO." "Yes. You have impetigo". Joyful. Hooray. 10 points to me. 2 big thumbs up. I got it right. Score. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. (*all to be said in most unimpressed tones*) He seemed delighted- like caitlin looks when she's solved a new puzzle. Well, I remained unimpressed. "Ohh....I have my engagement pictures this weekend. I need to NOT look like this!" He vowed to make me better by the weekend and gave me a topical steroid cream. It seems to be working well....though I still look dreadful. I was contemplating today what a tender mercy it is to have nice, un-rotting lips. I am so looking forward to having a normal face again. I will never take it for granted!!
1. To fortify with a wall, embankment, or rampart.
2. To provide defense or protection for
That, Dude, is a Bulwark. Just saying.
Well....Almost so much time has elapsed that I really do not know where to begin. Perhaps I shall start with university itself. I have decided that I want to be an academic. I remember in my first year of university, mocking one of my lecturers who specialises in sex in colonial algeria. I know, right?! So, in mocking him for his absurd choice, I did not expect in a million years that I would want to be like that- devoting hours of my life to researching things that only I care about. How self-indulgent! Yet, it would seem that that is what I want to do. I want to do my doctorate and I want it to be on military wives. Ahhhh, the dream!
5 days ago, something dreadful happened. Something appeared on my face. I know what you're thinking "pampered little brat can't handle a measly spot! She wouldn't know bad skin if it bit her in the armpit" (which, incidentally, sounds ridiculously uncomfortable and quite risky. I wouldn't bite someone in the armpit if you paid me)! But, despite the fact that I have been lucky enough to not have bad skin, I do know when my face isn't quite right. Let me tell you, what was happening to my face was not right. Not in any culture was this right. At first I thought it was a coldsore so, I made sure I always had clean hands so I didn't give it to myself again and I treated it with cream. By day two, it got bigger. By day 3 it was bigger still and number 2 was joining in the fun. By day 3.5 1 and 2 had joined forces to become a mahoosive one that almost took over my entire face. I referred to it as my second face. By day 3.75 there was a 3rd growing. Now, I am now coldsore expert but I knew something was up. Yesterday morning, I resolved to go into boots and get coldsore patches to cover the monstrosities with. As I approched the desk, I asked to see the pharmacist. She came out and asked what she could do to help. "Well," said I, "My face...it's falling apart. I feel like a leper." She chuckled (who wouldn't, let's be honest) and had a good look. I told her about the coldsore epidemic (no...PANdemic) that had swept my face and she said "I don't think it's a coldsore...it looks more like impetigo." NOOOO!!! Not a highly contagious Staphylococcus aureus infection that could sweep my entire body leaving me looking scabby and gross?! Not that!! PLEASE take it back and tell me I have a coldsore epidemic! I told her about my engagement pictures coming up and she almost wept with sympathy (or maybe it was a laugh, shortly turned into a 'bless you'...couldn't quite tell). Well, I went to the doctors that afternoon and it's a good thing too! You know when you have a skin complaint and people KNOW. They just KNOW. And YOU know that they KNOW and then it's awkward. You can tell they want to express sympathy for your rotting face and they can tell that you want them to go away so you don't have to face the embarassment but niether of you do anything. Also, you know when women wish men would talk to their faces rather than...their hair or something? I experienced that today. Not for the reasons you might think....!....but because people have started talking to my bottom lip. I just wish people would look me in the EYE! I KNOW I HAVE A ROTTING FACE. I KNOW MY BOTTOM LIP LOOKS LIKE IT'S BEEN RIPPED APART AND RE-ASSEMBLED. I KNOW I AM HIDEOUS AND I KNOW YOU ARE DESPERATELY HOPING THAT STARING AT MY LIP WON'T GIVE YOU MY LIP CONDITION. I UNDERSTAND THE PARANOIA. HELLO!!!! BUT PLEASE, FEIGN INTEREST, PRETEND YOU HADN'T NOTICE AND LOOK INTO MY EYES! You will soon see the real me! I will NOT be defined by my bottom lip anymore. I refuse. Done and done.
Anyway, so I went to the doctor and he said "What can I do for you today". I just looked at him with an expression that said "Really? You can clearly see that my entire face is falling off and you're asking me what you can do to help?" I didn't say that though. Obviously. I just told him the same sorry sob story I told to the chemist and he and his medical student took it from there. He knew straight away that it wasn't a coldsore. I mean...who are we kidding. What coldsore in the world looks like THAT? (none....in case you were wondering). The medical student took a bit of time to get there. In the end, he said, after about 4 minutes of pulling teeth "So....what infection do we know that makes skin look like that?" "erm..............a Staph infection??" "Yes, so.....given what it looks like and how it's spread.....what has she got??" "erm...................................................................Imp....." (This is where I chimed in) "IMPETIGO." "Yes. You have impetigo". Joyful. Hooray. 10 points to me. 2 big thumbs up. I got it right. Score. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. (*all to be said in most unimpressed tones*) He seemed delighted- like caitlin looks when she's solved a new puzzle. Well, I remained unimpressed. "Ohh....I have my engagement pictures this weekend. I need to NOT look like this!" He vowed to make me better by the weekend and gave me a topical steroid cream. It seems to be working well....though I still look dreadful. I was contemplating today what a tender mercy it is to have nice, un-rotting lips. I am so looking forward to having a normal face again. I will never take it for granted!!
Sunday 4 December 2011
(Jessica)- Dude, what's a bulwark?
Dearest Rachel,
I love you dearie,
Love Jess McFruit.
The eternal question returns. What is a bulwark?
I am well aware that you pride yourself on presents. You called me, when I was in a lesson at college, simply to mention that fact! I'm glad, truly. You clearly make up for my present buying deficiency.
Who doesn't love bread? That's what I want to know... It's so tasty, especially the seeded kind. Although I do feel like a sparrow when I eat seeds, don't know why exactly, just happens. Could be worse I guess... I could feel like a pigeon or a hen... but then why can't I feel like a Kingfisher or a Raven? It's just a sparrow. *sigh* such is life I guess.
Your "vitamins"? How very delicate of you. I'm on pills that are meant to tame my hormones, and you get dainty "vitamins". Yes, that's about right. I have quite a smooth face at the moment, no dry skin whatsoever, other than my knees...but name me one person who has soft knees? It just doesn't happen. It's all that kneeling at your feet, darn it all.
You sound like you have a very busy Christmas planned. My personal plans are getting fat and then a good self-loathing which will beat me into running around the block a few hundred times, topped off with gift giving and good ol' Christmas lovin' and cheer. Sound good? I think so Snaffs.
About your weekend with Ieu, wow! It sounds like you two has brilliant fun and I am very jealous of him that he got to spend so much time with you. I wish I could say that I understand how you're feeling about missing him...but I'm afraid it doesn't compute into my emotional "range". The only man I have ever missed a lot is dad, and I live with him, so you can understand the deficit. But I do miss you. It's a void in my life, a great chasm of missingyouness. (Poetic, no?)
I tried reading in all in a Scottish accent…but now I have a headache...so maybe I'll stick with quoting Monarch of the Glen, "Molly MacDonald: Listen, mush! I can boogie with the best, dance 'til dawn and drink 'til doomsday! So don't give me this old routine! Or I shall give you an injury from which you may never recover!" I know she's not actually Scottish...but the show is.
As you may know I am in the process of applying to places far and wide to "educate" me better in the ways of photography and design. I am fed up and quite in the mood to run away to Ireland to work as a bar-maid and learn how to play the tin-whistle in my free time. What thinkest thou? On a more serious note...I don't even know if I want to go. Gosh, why can't I just get married and have children. Being a mother is the only thing I'm sure that I want to do...no matter how much children annoy me. My children will be different; they will annoy other people, but not myself. Can't you just stow me away with you?
So, I was on the bus the day of our dysfunctional phone call (rubbish signal, etc), and I would like to take time to mention the wonderful OAPs. I nearly drowned in the sea of old people on the lower deck of the bus, they just didn't stop coming. The woman who sat next to me was very comfortable with reading my texts to you over my shoulder and in random moments of loneliness, usually in three minute increments, she would be overcome with the urge to snuggle up and dare I say it, lean. The woman was "leaning" on me! Hugging is polite, is just arms. Leaning is a whole different ball game, it's a body on a slight incline towards an unsuspecting victim. I was the victim. Dude.
Like you, I am in unhappy spirits and pretty wiped out, so apologies for the lack of humour. We should do something to cheer each other... *tumbleweed* .... I'll let you know.
Pah! Sam just came in with a delighted smile on his face waving a massive stick saying, "I just called everyone to repentance!!". What a strange hobby...I suppose someone has to do it.
Alas dearest Fruity McSquizzy McBean, I have to go, we have family over and no matter how much I try to justify my reasons for staying on here and talking about voids and bulwarks, I'm being rude. Now I have to repent of my rudeness because I have been called to repentance by a small orange child waving sticks. You don't mess with that kind of sign man. Bad karma. I love you dearie,
Love Jess McFruit.
Friday 2 December 2011
(Rachel)- "Bagels are like glue in your intestines and ensure that everything that enters your body will remain there until you die."
Well, Jess. What can I say. It seems that so much time has elapsed! I have just finished ordering 2 of Ieuan's presents. I reckon he will LOVE them. I do pride myself on my ability to choose presents for him...I've not had a christmas with him for SUCH a long time. It will be wonderful.
Anyway. Do you know something? If I wanted to, I could write a 2500 word essay in 2 days. Just saying. It's a tried and tested thing. The time consuming element of essay writing is the research. SO many times I have started to write about something awesome. Something I have come up with. Some theory about social constructions that I am entitled to pass off as my own because I made it! BUT, alas, essays do not work like that. You essentially have to say "This is what I think and so does *Insert name of prestigious historian*" Annoying? Annoying. ONE day, I will be the quoted historian. Jess? I want to be an historian.
Anyway, allow me to explain my choice of blog title. You see, I have recently become an even bigger fan or carbs than I was before. I have decided to embrace the bread! That's right- you heard. I get SO ridiculously peckish between meals and I can't afford to literally make a 4th meal to dip into when I feel like it because then I would literally be eating constantly but a slice of toast is ample. SO, this means I go through bread more than I used to. Bread is wonderful. We love bread.
So I started taking my little tablets on monday. My vitamins. Nothing much to report...my face has been very dry- to the point of cracking and drawing blood at times but I slather on the clean and clear moisturiser and some coco butter and it seems to be working a treat. Other than that I am faring just fine. Certain aspects of my wedding preparations are occupying my mind quite readily but I have far too much work to do to let it overtake my life at this stage. University continues to go well and I am very much enjoying the work I am doing. I confess to being a little bossy to my dissertation superviser, Patrick (fondly known as Patricio...when I need something) as I have pushed him to give me deadlines so I can stay ahead of the game and be on top of things. Christmas will be the decider though. Have you considered what the human body can do when it sets its mind to something? 1 month of holiday time. Time to join in the felicitations with family members (x4 lots) time to spend with siblings (doing fun and exciting things), enough time to spend with Ieuan (there is no way I am going to keep this 3 week thing up when I am an hour away), time to get the dress fitted and altered, time for other wedding preparations, engagement photos, earn as much money as I can, and write at least a third of my dissertation... Bring it ON!!!
Would you like to hear about my weekend with Ieuan? Well, alright then, I'll tell you. SO....one of my favourite feelings in the world is getting ready to see Ieuan a short while before he arrives. I leave a lot of things to the last minute so I can be busy right up until the point in order that time doesn't drag, see? SO, I had just come out of the shower, got dressed and done some of my make-up when I hear a man's voice downstairs saying "Anyone home?" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! I get ridiculously excited when I see Ieuan. SO excited. I miss him a lot when I am not with him but seeing him for the first time makes it so worth it. I bolted down the stairs and jumped into his arms. Great feeling. We then snuggled down and watched you've got mail. The next day was very lazy indeed. We spent a lot of time catching up and talking, we had a cooked brunch consisting of scrambled eggs a-la- Rachel and sausages and lovely toast made from oaty bread. I KNOW! OATY BREAD! Eventually, we go around to doing something. We went out to Asda to collect some bits and bobs. Whilst we were there, we decided to set ourselves a supermarket challenge, which we do sometimes. This time, it was my turn to come up with the idea. I decided we would have 10 minutes to choose 2 outfits for the other person. One smart and one casual and then we'd try them on. "I won't need 10 minutes" Says he. Very well. 7 minutes. About 6 minutes later, whilst perusing the men's jeans aisle, armed with 2 great outfits, I get a phonecall. ".....I'm going to need the 10 minutes." =) Bless him. So I had a little longer to refine my choices and I met him in the designated rendezvous spot (and no, I did not sing the rendezvous song. Time and place, Jess! Honestly!) I was concerned at the lack of clothing. I could spy some slippers, some jeans and a top of some kind. C'est tout. I'd even accessorised his outfit with a great belt! Immediately, he set about explaining himself. He said that all the clothes were horrible and he couldn't picture me in any of them so he started to think about what Lorelai would wear... SAVED! As for the slippers, they were perfect for me but...couldn't consitute either a smart or a casual outfit. We tried on our stuffs. He looked GREAT so....I won! Whoop. It was so funny- we had a blast. I love having him up here with me because it's proper, genuine Ieuan and Rachel time. We run on our own timetables and the world feels like our oyster! He left at about 5:30 on monday evening. I hate saying goodbye but I'm looking forward to 3 weeks time when I can see him again. I will be honest with you, Jess...on a slightly more serious note, I sometimes feel like I have spent enough time away from him, you know? So every single moment is an absolute treasure. I am so looking forward to being married to him. I hope married people never take for granted that they get to see their husbands every day. What a blessing!
So...Talk like Duncan Banatynne day? Och Hai the noo. That's my contribution. If that is inadequate, go back and read this aloud in a scottish accent! =) Hehehehe!
I have decided to ride in a trailer attached to Daddy's bike on my wedding day. Recipe for hilarity? I think so!
I loved reading about your experience with the doctor. I can well imagine it. I felt like I was inside your head!! I wish you had been with me at the unspeakables. You would have been useful to have whilst foreign objects were flying around causing abject horror and pain, you would have been very useful indeed.
I love you, Doibs. Must be off. I am sorry....I'm not in a very good mood today so this isn't especially funny but I promise to try harder next time!
All my love,
Snaff McSnaff. X
Anyway. Do you know something? If I wanted to, I could write a 2500 word essay in 2 days. Just saying. It's a tried and tested thing. The time consuming element of essay writing is the research. SO many times I have started to write about something awesome. Something I have come up with. Some theory about social constructions that I am entitled to pass off as my own because I made it! BUT, alas, essays do not work like that. You essentially have to say "This is what I think and so does *Insert name of prestigious historian*" Annoying? Annoying. ONE day, I will be the quoted historian. Jess? I want to be an historian.
Anyway, allow me to explain my choice of blog title. You see, I have recently become an even bigger fan or carbs than I was before. I have decided to embrace the bread! That's right- you heard. I get SO ridiculously peckish between meals and I can't afford to literally make a 4th meal to dip into when I feel like it because then I would literally be eating constantly but a slice of toast is ample. SO, this means I go through bread more than I used to. Bread is wonderful. We love bread.
So I started taking my little tablets on monday. My vitamins. Nothing much to report...my face has been very dry- to the point of cracking and drawing blood at times but I slather on the clean and clear moisturiser and some coco butter and it seems to be working a treat. Other than that I am faring just fine. Certain aspects of my wedding preparations are occupying my mind quite readily but I have far too much work to do to let it overtake my life at this stage. University continues to go well and I am very much enjoying the work I am doing. I confess to being a little bossy to my dissertation superviser, Patrick (fondly known as Patricio...when I need something) as I have pushed him to give me deadlines so I can stay ahead of the game and be on top of things. Christmas will be the decider though. Have you considered what the human body can do when it sets its mind to something? 1 month of holiday time. Time to join in the felicitations with family members (x4 lots) time to spend with siblings (doing fun and exciting things), enough time to spend with Ieuan (there is no way I am going to keep this 3 week thing up when I am an hour away), time to get the dress fitted and altered, time for other wedding preparations, engagement photos, earn as much money as I can, and write at least a third of my dissertation... Bring it ON!!!
Would you like to hear about my weekend with Ieuan? Well, alright then, I'll tell you. SO....one of my favourite feelings in the world is getting ready to see Ieuan a short while before he arrives. I leave a lot of things to the last minute so I can be busy right up until the point in order that time doesn't drag, see? SO, I had just come out of the shower, got dressed and done some of my make-up when I hear a man's voice downstairs saying "Anyone home?" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! I get ridiculously excited when I see Ieuan. SO excited. I miss him a lot when I am not with him but seeing him for the first time makes it so worth it. I bolted down the stairs and jumped into his arms. Great feeling. We then snuggled down and watched you've got mail. The next day was very lazy indeed. We spent a lot of time catching up and talking, we had a cooked brunch consisting of scrambled eggs a-la- Rachel and sausages and lovely toast made from oaty bread. I KNOW! OATY BREAD! Eventually, we go around to doing something. We went out to Asda to collect some bits and bobs. Whilst we were there, we decided to set ourselves a supermarket challenge, which we do sometimes. This time, it was my turn to come up with the idea. I decided we would have 10 minutes to choose 2 outfits for the other person. One smart and one casual and then we'd try them on. "I won't need 10 minutes" Says he. Very well. 7 minutes. About 6 minutes later, whilst perusing the men's jeans aisle, armed with 2 great outfits, I get a phonecall. ".....I'm going to need the 10 minutes." =) Bless him. So I had a little longer to refine my choices and I met him in the designated rendezvous spot (and no, I did not sing the rendezvous song. Time and place, Jess! Honestly!) I was concerned at the lack of clothing. I could spy some slippers, some jeans and a top of some kind. C'est tout. I'd even accessorised his outfit with a great belt! Immediately, he set about explaining himself. He said that all the clothes were horrible and he couldn't picture me in any of them so he started to think about what Lorelai would wear... SAVED! As for the slippers, they were perfect for me but...couldn't consitute either a smart or a casual outfit. We tried on our stuffs. He looked GREAT so....I won! Whoop. It was so funny- we had a blast. I love having him up here with me because it's proper, genuine Ieuan and Rachel time. We run on our own timetables and the world feels like our oyster! He left at about 5:30 on monday evening. I hate saying goodbye but I'm looking forward to 3 weeks time when I can see him again. I will be honest with you, Jess...on a slightly more serious note, I sometimes feel like I have spent enough time away from him, you know? So every single moment is an absolute treasure. I am so looking forward to being married to him. I hope married people never take for granted that they get to see their husbands every day. What a blessing!
So...Talk like Duncan Banatynne day? Och Hai the noo. That's my contribution. If that is inadequate, go back and read this aloud in a scottish accent! =) Hehehehe!
I have decided to ride in a trailer attached to Daddy's bike on my wedding day. Recipe for hilarity? I think so!
I loved reading about your experience with the doctor. I can well imagine it. I felt like I was inside your head!! I wish you had been with me at the unspeakables. You would have been useful to have whilst foreign objects were flying around causing abject horror and pain, you would have been very useful indeed.
I love you, Doibs. Must be off. I am sorry....I'm not in a very good mood today so this isn't especially funny but I promise to try harder next time!
All my love,
Snaff McSnaff. X
Tuesday 29 November 2011
(Jessica)- Don't sit on any cold benches.
I think that title has a little something to do with the subjects in your post, to be honest. Bless you.
Well I heard from a little bird called snafu that you are poorly? Imagine my distress! I'm here, you're there and there isn't anything I can do to make you feel any better. It's like watching a kitten sneeze in a perspex box...all you can do is feel sad. *sigh*
How did your weekend go? You not being able to talk on the phone because of your illness is horrid, I don't know anything about your weekend and it's nearly Wednesday, WEDNESDAY! (Said in, "You give me headaches, HEADACHES!" voice.)
Here, here to that tradition. I love talking about Rigsby and Cho. I could talk about them until the cows come home. (Where have the cows been?) YES!! His arms are to die for, it's one of the most awesome sights, those seems. I want a man who has seems in his shirt like Cho (no matter who Dad wants me to marry). It's not mindbomb, it's a mindbomb explosion. Tick-tick-tickBOOM
I know not of any jobs for you to get any money. But, you can have my second job over Christmas, it's not much...but it's work. I'm getting a 3rd job after Christmas...yes, you heard. I'm working at the premier shop hopefully. Heaven knows when I'm getting time to live...but I'll fit it in. Money is slipping away. But I already know what I'm getting everyone for Christmas, so we can half everything, it doesn't come to too much, and I'll pay most of it. I want to do you something special for Christmas as it's our last one as twins. But I don't know what...Clues please.
Oh my, I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life reading that little tale about the Minas Tirith guy. I think I met him once, brilliant sense of humour...little dark sometimes, but funny. What's a little blood-thirsty humour between friends? Who doesn't like a decent "spiked head" joke? Seriously folks. Lighten up. It's not like he's gropey McGee for goodness sakes.
So, I had my unmentionable "appointment" at the Hospital on Monday. I was THIS close to taking my hospital gown and strangling my doctor.
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Doctor: "Does this hurt?"
Me (in my head): "Oh you mean the thing that I'm here about because it hurts, that thing you're whacking around now? Does that hurt?! Let me ask you a question, if I may? Say, I pulled your brain through your nose, Egyptian style, whilst you were still conscious..would that give you a twinge of discomfort?! Hmmmm?!"
Me (out loud): "Yes."
Doctor: "Hmmm..."
Me (in my head): "Care to share that deep, and I'm sure, very intelligent thought you seem to be turning around in your head as you're still poking me? No? How 'bout that brain treatment I suggested earlier, would that tease it out of you?"
Me (out loud): *silence*(frosty style)
Doctor: "Have a pain diary, colour in the squares for each day when the pain is really bad, and half colour it in when it's still sore but not as badly and put a dot when there isn't any pain at all."
Me (in my head): "Squares? Really? I think I have progressed from squares. Don't you have something a little more festive? Like a Santa? I'll colour his suit, his hat and his boots every time I think about saying what's actually running through my head. Or maybe a Christmas tree. I promise I won't go over the lines!"
Me (out loud): "Sure."
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I could have done with you in there. I probably would have laughed at the situation a little more. In reflection, I was cross and in pain...it's been better. Must be the catharsis I get from colouring.
Anyway, about your future. Go where the wind takes you Snafs. I believe in your every move. I'll also be the first person to tell you that you've screwed up, so my word is the one you can trust.
I have to go now, but I hope this finds you in better spirits.
I love you muchly Shamu, you are the most wonderful being on the planet.
Love,
Doible.
xxxx
Well I heard from a little bird called snafu that you are poorly? Imagine my distress! I'm here, you're there and there isn't anything I can do to make you feel any better. It's like watching a kitten sneeze in a perspex box...all you can do is feel sad. *sigh*
How did your weekend go? You not being able to talk on the phone because of your illness is horrid, I don't know anything about your weekend and it's nearly Wednesday, WEDNESDAY! (Said in, "You give me headaches, HEADACHES!" voice.)
Here, here to that tradition. I love talking about Rigsby and Cho. I could talk about them until the cows come home. (Where have the cows been?) YES!! His arms are to die for, it's one of the most awesome sights, those seems. I want a man who has seems in his shirt like Cho (no matter who Dad wants me to marry). It's not mindbomb, it's a mindbomb explosion. Tick-tick-tickBOOM
I know not of any jobs for you to get any money. But, you can have my second job over Christmas, it's not much...but it's work. I'm getting a 3rd job after Christmas...yes, you heard. I'm working at the premier shop hopefully. Heaven knows when I'm getting time to live...but I'll fit it in. Money is slipping away. But I already know what I'm getting everyone for Christmas, so we can half everything, it doesn't come to too much, and I'll pay most of it. I want to do you something special for Christmas as it's our last one as twins. But I don't know what...Clues please.
Oh my, I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life reading that little tale about the Minas Tirith guy. I think I met him once, brilliant sense of humour...little dark sometimes, but funny. What's a little blood-thirsty humour between friends? Who doesn't like a decent "spiked head" joke? Seriously folks. Lighten up. It's not like he's gropey McGee for goodness sakes.
So, I had my unmentionable "appointment" at the Hospital on Monday. I was THIS close to taking my hospital gown and strangling my doctor.
--------------------------------------------
Doctor: "Does this hurt?"
Me (in my head): "Oh you mean the thing that I'm here about because it hurts, that thing you're whacking around now? Does that hurt?! Let me ask you a question, if I may? Say, I pulled your brain through your nose, Egyptian style, whilst you were still conscious..would that give you a twinge of discomfort?! Hmmmm?!"
Me (out loud): "Yes."
Doctor: "Hmmm..."
Me (in my head): "Care to share that deep, and I'm sure, very intelligent thought you seem to be turning around in your head as you're still poking me? No? How 'bout that brain treatment I suggested earlier, would that tease it out of you?"
Me (out loud): *silence*(frosty style)
Doctor: "Have a pain diary, colour in the squares for each day when the pain is really bad, and half colour it in when it's still sore but not as badly and put a dot when there isn't any pain at all."
Me (in my head): "Squares? Really? I think I have progressed from squares. Don't you have something a little more festive? Like a Santa? I'll colour his suit, his hat and his boots every time I think about saying what's actually running through my head. Or maybe a Christmas tree. I promise I won't go over the lines!"
Me (out loud): "Sure."
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I could have done with you in there. I probably would have laughed at the situation a little more. In reflection, I was cross and in pain...it's been better. Must be the catharsis I get from colouring.
Anyway, about your future. Go where the wind takes you Snafs. I believe in your every move. I'll also be the first person to tell you that you've screwed up, so my word is the one you can trust.
I have to go now, but I hope this finds you in better spirits.
I love you muchly Shamu, you are the most wonderful being on the planet.
Love,
Doible.
xxxx
Wednesday 23 November 2011
(Rachel) 'Kids are cool but getting there seems like a big, cosmic joke.'
Humphers,
(The title has nothing whatsoever to do with the matters discussed in this post...it's just a GG quote. =)
I would like to turn my attention to the lighting of the beacons in The Lord of the Rings. I was actually chatting one of those beacon lighter dudes the other day. He was telling me how he would wake up every morning to go to work and just pray there would be some kind of massive conflict that would need him to light the beacon. He told me that, rumour has it, the dude who mans the beacon at Minas Tirith used electrical devices to create fake light and you'd get pandamonium breaking out all over the mountains as these freak beacons would go off for no reason. Before you know it, troops are rallied, horns are sounding and there's a little bearded man wetting himself with laughter on the Minas Tirith beacon. It's a dull life. But seriously folks, I just think it's so cool how the people were standing by to help. It's the same 'cool' factor when I was receiving the automatic news updates about the earthquake in Japan and you'd watch various nations responses coming in. "Germany is standing by to give aid." "USA is standing by to give aid." "Switzerland is standing by to give aid." Etc. It's awesome. You know, like when cars make way for ambulances. It's just cool. There's no other word for it. Lighting beacons is COOL! Way cool.
Well, Delaney. It's about time for me to do some essay-ing stuff before heading home to scramble some food. I have been seriously considering my future career. I would be lying if I said the 2 things currently on my mind were not the RAF and a Masters....I may need to re-think! What do you think, fruity? What do you think I should do?
I cannot wait for your reply!! I get so excited. Love you loads!
Shams. X
(The title has nothing whatsoever to do with the matters discussed in this post...it's just a GG quote. =)
My, you replied fast! I am afraid that I cannot promise to reply as fast as you did all the time but I am aiming for a 36 hour turn around time. We'll see how it goes. Well....kinda failed already since it's been 4 days since you wrote but, I am determined for next time! (The following is what I started to write on Sunday) "Well, as we approach a new and exciting week, I am given to ponderings. These ponderings have often occurred on Sunday afternoons as I consider the exciting moments that await me in the coming week...the answer? Too much of the same thing..." (and now, I continue) READING. Mind you, along with reading, I had FHE on Monday night, Youth on Tuesday night, a choir practise tonight, my "appointment" tomorrow afternoon and institute in the evening, a great seminar on Friday, in which I am a WW1 solider (complete with a uniform with real military patches which I procured and will stitch on myself) and then IEUAN! =)
Jebs, I am SO sorry that I haven’t been able to write sooner. I have driven myself mad with my own silence so heaven knows how you must be feeling. Every day things happen that I think “I must write to Jess about that” and then, before you know it, it’s 11:30 and I am wrapped in my duvet enjoying a few minutes of being stationary....not something that has happened much this week so far. It has been good though- I’ve got a lot done. Week 7 of a 10 week term is usually melt-down point. Essays are due in a maximum of 3 weeks, and I have 2, plus dissertation deadlines to meet, plus copious reading for seminars. It’s not an easy bag of goodies to juggle but juggle I do! =) I am actually loving it all, really. I can’t tell you how interesting I find it all. Jess, if I could be a student forever and just spend my time learning, researching and writing then I would. I devised an essay question with my tutor today, based on my current research interests. The question we came up with is “What do romantic relationships tell us about changing gender identities in Total War.” DREAM! BOOM! It’s just like saying...talk to me about marriage and engagements in war time. Or tell me how women entering the military affected their relationships with their husbands. ALL the things I love- the role of women, romance and war! WHOOP! (NB. I do not love war itself....for those who think me a war-mongerer, rather, I find the social and technological changes wrought in a war-time climate interesting.) SO, in other words, life is pretty dandy.As you may or may not be aware, I have the boy visiting this weekend. He is set to leave the moment Rob gets home from work on Friday and will drive straight up to me where, 4.5 hours later I will have dinner and freshly made biscuits waiting for him. Nigella Lawson? I think so! =) I am very excited to see him. I feel grateful that 2 years apart has meant that the regular 3 weeks apart are manageable but I do miss him terribly.
So, Snafs, what’s new with you? Your oyster card should arrive today...I really hope it does! I bet you are excited for your Liverpool expedition. You will love it. I have well and truly fallen for Liverpool. It’s just the most fantastic city! You will take some incredible pictures there. Riggers will have a field day!
On the subject of Rigsby and the Cho meister, I think we should make a tradition of mentioning them in some way in each blog post. Let’s face it...they are more than worthy of mentioning! The thing I would like to raise with you is the issue of their clothing. NOTHING makes me love them more than that. I love how, when they’re prepped for a bust-up/firefight, they wear nothing less than their suit trousers, their shirts (which, in Cho’s case particularly, are on the point of bursting at the seams!), ties and bullet proof vests. If that is not a mind-bomb, what is?
So, in this episode of "The life and thought processes of Rachel" I would like to mention money to you. Money. The precious invisible friend. My goodness, I understand why tithing is of such great import! I am currently using my overdraft sparingly until my HSBC account gets the monthly boost next week. I have to pay out for a TV license because...well...we have a TV and it's illegal to not have a TV license. £48 it's costing!! For £5 more, I could get a return to Ely!!!! For £10 more, I could come home! But no! I have to be law abiding. What is that about? Yes, money is currently the biggest bane of my life in so many ways. It's like holding sand in your hands during a tornado. When it's all over, you look down at your hands, hopeful that you managed to grasp tight enough...you look down and BOOM. Nada. It's all good though. I am very happy, I'm not dying, I am eating healthily and I am not spending frivolously so there is little else I can do. If you do happen to get whispers of anything I could do over Christmas, let me know.
I think you should do palm reading for us both. =) I did hear about you setting up your booth on the A11. I think that's a prime location. Just think! You'd get commuters, holiday makers and people doing the regular A to B run each day. You'll be a regular Patrick Jane yet! The placement next to the hot dog stand is useful too because then when truckers feed their abundant mid-sections and their greasy reputation there, you can nab them for a palm reading! (No offence to any truckers out there who break the stereotype. You are respected.)I would like to turn my attention to the lighting of the beacons in The Lord of the Rings. I was actually chatting one of those beacon lighter dudes the other day. He was telling me how he would wake up every morning to go to work and just pray there would be some kind of massive conflict that would need him to light the beacon. He told me that, rumour has it, the dude who mans the beacon at Minas Tirith used electrical devices to create fake light and you'd get pandamonium breaking out all over the mountains as these freak beacons would go off for no reason. Before you know it, troops are rallied, horns are sounding and there's a little bearded man wetting himself with laughter on the Minas Tirith beacon. It's a dull life. But seriously folks, I just think it's so cool how the people were standing by to help. It's the same 'cool' factor when I was receiving the automatic news updates about the earthquake in Japan and you'd watch various nations responses coming in. "Germany is standing by to give aid." "USA is standing by to give aid." "Switzerland is standing by to give aid." Etc. It's awesome. You know, like when cars make way for ambulances. It's just cool. There's no other word for it. Lighting beacons is COOL! Way cool.
Well, Delaney. It's about time for me to do some essay-ing stuff before heading home to scramble some food. I have been seriously considering my future career. I would be lying if I said the 2 things currently on my mind were not the RAF and a Masters....I may need to re-think! What do you think, fruity? What do you think I should do?
I cannot wait for your reply!! I get so excited. Love you loads!
Shams. X
Friday 18 November 2011
(Jessica) - So you call that a reply?!... Well then... okay.
Rachel,
You have outdone yourself. How can one person have so many thoughts running through their head all at once? I, as always, admire your waffling stamina. We go from one extreme to another. No blog posts for months and then 3 all the one night...
I do indeed remember our pop group, I tried not to. For years I have been burying that memory back inside the recesses of my brain, covering it with the emotional baggage and now (thank you so much for this by that way, I am truly grateful) all I can think of is your frizzy head singing into that plastic yellow microphone and forcing me to hum, sway and look remotely pleased that I was sharing the moment with you.
I'm not going to bury it! Didn't you listen when I planned my booth on the A11?
When I move in with you, our children will be grown up...I would love for our boys to play rugby together every single day, but I'm not sure that I could cope with the laundry. Just thinking out loud.
I will be glad to hear from you when you are married, it will bring me such joy! I am convinced that I will be living at home for at least another 10 years so I will rely on you to bring me news from the outside world.
I can always tell when you have watched P&P because you say things like, "Yet, regardless of my renewed determinations to be more patient, it just never happens. It vexes me greatly!”... Instead of, "No matter how hard I try, I still lose it with morons who haven't yet developed the ability to walk at a consistent pace. As it turns out, common sense is less common than its title suggests. It really gets on my grill, peace out Humphers.” I understand how horrid that can be though, on days when I make it into college, it is like that on the road all the way there...I often think about bringing Robin along, and having him plough through the crowds (tractor, shotgun or muscle, I'm not picky of his methods). How about that?
I do enjoy reading your gorgeously worded epithets nonetheless. I am in a state of undying love for Fredrick Wentworth; he has to be my favourite. He is so wonderful and stays loyal to his love. I think that the reason I set my sights so high is between Disney and Jane Austen (and of course the wonderful examples of men in my life, such as Daddy, Uncle Seth, other family members, your fine fellow...not to mention our friends). I see John Smith and Captain Wentworth and my soul shrinks a little bit at the thought that they are fictitious characters. Oh the shame.
I would so love to take a turn about the room. Let us engage in that activity now shall we?
Isn't he though? I do think Cho is the handsomest man I have ever beheld, his character is so brilliant, as is Darcy's.
I would love to know how you stumbled into yahoo's love and relationships forum. Oh my word, that is possibly the best thing I have heard all day. That is wonderfully said. Here, here.
Hahaha, "pick your face up" is a classic Daddy comment. We were watching Lord of the Rings, Return of the King, tonight and when it came to the lightning of the beacons we both had a lengthily discussion about how that moment could possibly be your favourite moment out of the whole trilogy?! Those poor men who live on the very peaks of mountains and various other remote locations, waiting years for war to break out so they can have the joy of' lighting a dry cube of stacked wood. I want to hear the beacon lighter’s story, let’s hear what they have to say!
Oh no, you've got that appointment. Rather you than me friend. However, if you would like to take my hospital appointment on Monday I would be very grateful. I'm sure I'll be able to tell all about it by the end of the day and have a witty side of the story, even if it does muster heavy imagination.
I would just like to address, that I am not the fruit of your loins. I love the nickname fruity and even loin fruit...but I would just like to point out to perhaps some very confused readers, that we are sisters and she is not my Mother. Truth be told...out of the two of us I probably mother her.
Okay then Shamu,
Love you, sleep tight.
Jessica x
You have outdone yourself. How can one person have so many thoughts running through their head all at once? I, as always, admire your waffling stamina. We go from one extreme to another. No blog posts for months and then 3 all the one night...
I do indeed remember our pop group, I tried not to. For years I have been burying that memory back inside the recesses of my brain, covering it with the emotional baggage and now (thank you so much for this by that way, I am truly grateful) all I can think of is your frizzy head singing into that plastic yellow microphone and forcing me to hum, sway and look remotely pleased that I was sharing the moment with you.
I'm not going to bury it! Didn't you listen when I planned my booth on the A11?
When I move in with you, our children will be grown up...I would love for our boys to play rugby together every single day, but I'm not sure that I could cope with the laundry. Just thinking out loud.
I will be glad to hear from you when you are married, it will bring me such joy! I am convinced that I will be living at home for at least another 10 years so I will rely on you to bring me news from the outside world.
I can always tell when you have watched P&P because you say things like, "Yet, regardless of my renewed determinations to be more patient, it just never happens. It vexes me greatly!”... Instead of, "No matter how hard I try, I still lose it with morons who haven't yet developed the ability to walk at a consistent pace. As it turns out, common sense is less common than its title suggests. It really gets on my grill, peace out Humphers.” I understand how horrid that can be though, on days when I make it into college, it is like that on the road all the way there...I often think about bringing Robin along, and having him plough through the crowds (tractor, shotgun or muscle, I'm not picky of his methods). How about that?
I do enjoy reading your gorgeously worded epithets nonetheless. I am in a state of undying love for Fredrick Wentworth; he has to be my favourite. He is so wonderful and stays loyal to his love. I think that the reason I set my sights so high is between Disney and Jane Austen (and of course the wonderful examples of men in my life, such as Daddy, Uncle Seth, other family members, your fine fellow...not to mention our friends). I see John Smith and Captain Wentworth and my soul shrinks a little bit at the thought that they are fictitious characters. Oh the shame.
I would so love to take a turn about the room. Let us engage in that activity now shall we?
Isn't he though? I do think Cho is the handsomest man I have ever beheld, his character is so brilliant, as is Darcy's.
I would love to know how you stumbled into yahoo's love and relationships forum. Oh my word, that is possibly the best thing I have heard all day. That is wonderfully said. Here, here.
Hahaha, "pick your face up" is a classic Daddy comment. We were watching Lord of the Rings, Return of the King, tonight and when it came to the lightning of the beacons we both had a lengthily discussion about how that moment could possibly be your favourite moment out of the whole trilogy?! Those poor men who live on the very peaks of mountains and various other remote locations, waiting years for war to break out so they can have the joy of' lighting a dry cube of stacked wood. I want to hear the beacon lighter’s story, let’s hear what they have to say!
Oh no, you've got that appointment. Rather you than me friend. However, if you would like to take my hospital appointment on Monday I would be very grateful. I'm sure I'll be able to tell all about it by the end of the day and have a witty side of the story, even if it does muster heavy imagination.
I would just like to address, that I am not the fruit of your loins. I love the nickname fruity and even loin fruit...but I would just like to point out to perhaps some very confused readers, that we are sisters and she is not my Mother. Truth be told...out of the two of us I probably mother her.
Okay then Shamu,
Love you, sleep tight.
Jessica x
(Rachel)- In reply to your missive...
Jess,
You are right, of course. We are pitiful. We often have so many great ideas... do you remember our pop group, Gemini?? It would have taken off, Jess. It would have. It could have made us millions. Having said that, I had not, at that tender age, mastered the ability to coerce you into singing with me so it had "failure" written all over it. Still...I am optimistic that if your palm reading doesn't take off in quite the way your own palms would suggest, we could be superstars yet!!
On the subject of hands, palms and life lines, I'm thrilled for you. What a wonderful talent you have discovered! Don't you bury it, will you!! I am also delighted about your 3 love lines. What excitement! It gives me such flutterings (in the words of Mrs Bennett)! It is tremendous that you are optimistic about our future. Indeed, we can sit with hot chocolates watching GG (Gilmore Girls) whilst our kids play airplanes and our husbands talk missions. What a wonderful idea! =) I look forward to it.
On the subject of husbands, when I am legally wedded to mine, you will not lose me, Fruity. I will be around just as ever. I will communicate with you every single day, we can skype each sunday and we have this blog. Our in-jokes are eternal...they will continue. Imagine the following...I will Facebook you with a simple phrase like... "He ill..." and, let the good times roll!
I suppose you'd rather like to know what's been going on with me. Since we spoke a long time ago, this morning, you can't have a very good idea of what is going on with me. I wish I had something exciting to report but, alas, the most exciting thing that has happened to me recently was our phone conversation yesterday evening which, I believe, you were present for! In which case, I will cut the rambling and refrain from filling you in on that front.
I recently watched P & P...the BBC version. It never ceases to raise a smile. Oh Jess! Do you suppose that Jane Austen realises that, with her creation of beautiful men like Fitzwilliam Darcy, Frederick Wentworth and George Knightly, she has made generations of females search high and low for their contemporary equivalents? I mean, how many women do you know who remain entirely unmoved by the Austenian hero? She has written and created the IDEAL! THE MAN! Who is your favourite? I must confess, though I love them all a ridiculous amount, George Knightly is the one, I think. I have found my George Knightly. In fact, Ieuan is a million times better than Knightly...wouldn't you agree? The Georgian era suits him very well, I think. If you were with me now, I would ask you to take a turn with me about the room for a little light exercise. It would be a welcome change from me begging you to crunch with me and I would be MUCH better company than Caroline Bingley!!!
On the subject of pretty men, I would like to address the issue of Cho and Rigsby with you. It strikes me that Kimball Cho is the modern, American version of Darcy! What do you say to that?
I saw something today that made me chuckle and think of you. It was on a love and relationships Internet forum which was part of one of the yahoo news stories. It's a column where the problems are answered by a man and a woman- both offering their opinions and advice. The question I saw was "Is it possible to fall in love with someone you don't find physically attractive?"
Part of the answer was "It's clearly possible to fall in love with the plain-looking, that's why ugliness persists in society. There just aren't enough of the fit ones to go round." HA! How amusing.
Before I end this epistle, may I just say how appalled I am with the average walking speed on campus? Thank you. Well, I am utterly APPALLED! I have had several times this week where I wish I had a horn attached to my person to enable me to *honk* the perpetrators into the next millennium. Why do I find it so vexing? I cannot answer that question but Oh how I have tried! Yet, regardless of my renewed determinations to be more patient, it just never happens. It vexes me greatly! My poor nerves! Such TREMBLINGS! People CUT in front of you and then have the AUDACITY to walk slower than you. WHY???? Why not just stand still. Stand still with a huge, neon sign saying "I will not be moved" for that would do as much good! It might even be more helpful because then people could plan their walked route around said bystanders- thus avoiding stress, anger and time spent shuffling behind the slowies. Mind you, one good thing comes from this...it gives one a regular opportunity to break into song... "EVERYDAY I'M SHUFFLIN'..."
Anyway, dear sister, I am finished now! Take care, loin fruit. Enjoy your evening, the fish choosing ceremony..or, if your Cait (during the stick choosing ceremony of July 2011), a Choosemony. I think the names you have selected are perfect! Indeed, the name 'seaborn' prompts images of freedom, liberation and large bodies of water. Exactly what a captivated fish would want to dream about. (I refer you to the fish tank in an Australian dentists in Finding Nemo).
Have fun with Daddy. I miss him a lot. I told him this the other day and what did he say in response? "Pick your face up." I endeavour to not leave it dragging along the ground in future. I have a doctors appointment next week- It's nothing major...that's what you get folks, for... That's right. You got it.
Anyway, I really am going now. I love you so much, Jebs. Thanks for being amazing.
Reply, or better, be with me.
Yours-
Rachiron.
You are right, of course. We are pitiful. We often have so many great ideas... do you remember our pop group, Gemini?? It would have taken off, Jess. It would have. It could have made us millions. Having said that, I had not, at that tender age, mastered the ability to coerce you into singing with me so it had "failure" written all over it. Still...I am optimistic that if your palm reading doesn't take off in quite the way your own palms would suggest, we could be superstars yet!!
On the subject of hands, palms and life lines, I'm thrilled for you. What a wonderful talent you have discovered! Don't you bury it, will you!! I am also delighted about your 3 love lines. What excitement! It gives me such flutterings (in the words of Mrs Bennett)! It is tremendous that you are optimistic about our future. Indeed, we can sit with hot chocolates watching GG (Gilmore Girls) whilst our kids play airplanes and our husbands talk missions. What a wonderful idea! =) I look forward to it.
On the subject of husbands, when I am legally wedded to mine, you will not lose me, Fruity. I will be around just as ever. I will communicate with you every single day, we can skype each sunday and we have this blog. Our in-jokes are eternal...they will continue. Imagine the following...I will Facebook you with a simple phrase like... "He ill..." and, let the good times roll!
I suppose you'd rather like to know what's been going on with me. Since we spoke a long time ago, this morning, you can't have a very good idea of what is going on with me. I wish I had something exciting to report but, alas, the most exciting thing that has happened to me recently was our phone conversation yesterday evening which, I believe, you were present for! In which case, I will cut the rambling and refrain from filling you in on that front.
I recently watched P & P...the BBC version. It never ceases to raise a smile. Oh Jess! Do you suppose that Jane Austen realises that, with her creation of beautiful men like Fitzwilliam Darcy, Frederick Wentworth and George Knightly, she has made generations of females search high and low for their contemporary equivalents? I mean, how many women do you know who remain entirely unmoved by the Austenian hero? She has written and created the IDEAL! THE MAN! Who is your favourite? I must confess, though I love them all a ridiculous amount, George Knightly is the one, I think. I have found my George Knightly. In fact, Ieuan is a million times better than Knightly...wouldn't you agree? The Georgian era suits him very well, I think. If you were with me now, I would ask you to take a turn with me about the room for a little light exercise. It would be a welcome change from me begging you to crunch with me and I would be MUCH better company than Caroline Bingley!!!
On the subject of pretty men, I would like to address the issue of Cho and Rigsby with you. It strikes me that Kimball Cho is the modern, American version of Darcy! What do you say to that?
I saw something today that made me chuckle and think of you. It was on a love and relationships Internet forum which was part of one of the yahoo news stories. It's a column where the problems are answered by a man and a woman- both offering their opinions and advice. The question I saw was "Is it possible to fall in love with someone you don't find physically attractive?"
Part of the answer was "It's clearly possible to fall in love with the plain-looking, that's why ugliness persists in society. There just aren't enough of the fit ones to go round." HA! How amusing.
Before I end this epistle, may I just say how appalled I am with the average walking speed on campus? Thank you. Well, I am utterly APPALLED! I have had several times this week where I wish I had a horn attached to my person to enable me to *honk* the perpetrators into the next millennium. Why do I find it so vexing? I cannot answer that question but Oh how I have tried! Yet, regardless of my renewed determinations to be more patient, it just never happens. It vexes me greatly! My poor nerves! Such TREMBLINGS! People CUT in front of you and then have the AUDACITY to walk slower than you. WHY???? Why not just stand still. Stand still with a huge, neon sign saying "I will not be moved" for that would do as much good! It might even be more helpful because then people could plan their walked route around said bystanders- thus avoiding stress, anger and time spent shuffling behind the slowies. Mind you, one good thing comes from this...it gives one a regular opportunity to break into song... "EVERYDAY I'M SHUFFLIN'..."
Anyway, dear sister, I am finished now! Take care, loin fruit. Enjoy your evening, the fish choosing ceremony..or, if your Cait (during the stick choosing ceremony of July 2011), a Choosemony. I think the names you have selected are perfect! Indeed, the name 'seaborn' prompts images of freedom, liberation and large bodies of water. Exactly what a captivated fish would want to dream about. (I refer you to the fish tank in an Australian dentists in Finding Nemo).
Have fun with Daddy. I miss him a lot. I told him this the other day and what did he say in response? "Pick your face up." I endeavour to not leave it dragging along the ground in future. I have a doctors appointment next week- It's nothing major...that's what you get folks, for... That's right. You got it.
Anyway, I really am going now. I love you so much, Jebs. Thanks for being amazing.
Reply, or better, be with me.
Yours-
Rachiron.
(Jessica)-This will be the first of many, I assume.
This is nothing short of pitiful. We started this blog in the summer and it is nearly Christmas and neither of us has ventured forth to be the first. Pitiful. I am Jessica, I am seventeen (nearly eighteen), and I am the younger of the two of us. You may not remember me since our last correspondence was this morning, a twelve minute phone call. Since when did we resort to such rubbish lengths of conversations?! We need to try harder. You, my dear girl, are getting married in the spring and then I will have lost you for good to Mr Guy. Join me in making the most of your freedom. I thank you.
ANYWAY... I have actually decided that I would like to learn to read palms. I could have a little booth on the A11 (preferably next to the hot dog stand, I notice that he has very good business during the week) filled with pink and orange cushions and the pungent smell of incense. I came to this decision as I was waiting for our brother Sam to finish school yesterday, his class was late coming out and my earphones weren't working and I had nothing to read. So I decided to read my palm. It was so much better than the option of making conversation with the other Mums about the daily struggles of discipline and lack of help from the husband (and seeing as I neither have children nor a husband...) I digress... I read my palm and it told me that I would have 3 significant relationships in my life, one short one, a medium one and a very long one (I guess that's my eternal marriage) I will have six children and I will be quite well off. I will live my dreams of travelling and visiting all the countries I want to love. When I am old my photographs will sell for thousands and people will start naming their cameras "Jebs" in my honour. We will have a huge house together and we'll be able to fail all of our knitting patterns together whilst out husbands share mission stories, and we will live forever (like on fame). Who even knew that I had such a talent for this? Or, in fact, that my hand is so wrinkly.
I am determined, as you know, to buy a fish and I think that (if the price is right) I will buy three. Their names will be known as "Lyman", "Ziegler" and "Seaborn", the latter being very good for a fish me thinks. But who knows if I will get them... Mum is away this weekend so i might treat Dad to a Chinese or a Fish and Chips because I'm nice like that.
As I come to an end of speaking...I will ask how wedding plans are going. How are wedding plans going?
I love you very, very much and I would like to say that you are the better half of my brain.
Make haste with your reply.
Jessica
ANYWAY... I have actually decided that I would like to learn to read palms. I could have a little booth on the A11 (preferably next to the hot dog stand, I notice that he has very good business during the week) filled with pink and orange cushions and the pungent smell of incense. I came to this decision as I was waiting for our brother Sam to finish school yesterday, his class was late coming out and my earphones weren't working and I had nothing to read. So I decided to read my palm. It was so much better than the option of making conversation with the other Mums about the daily struggles of discipline and lack of help from the husband (and seeing as I neither have children nor a husband...) I digress... I read my palm and it told me that I would have 3 significant relationships in my life, one short one, a medium one and a very long one (I guess that's my eternal marriage) I will have six children and I will be quite well off. I will live my dreams of travelling and visiting all the countries I want to love. When I am old my photographs will sell for thousands and people will start naming their cameras "Jebs" in my honour. We will have a huge house together and we'll be able to fail all of our knitting patterns together whilst out husbands share mission stories, and we will live forever (like on fame). Who even knew that I had such a talent for this? Or, in fact, that my hand is so wrinkly.
I am determined, as you know, to buy a fish and I think that (if the price is right) I will buy three. Their names will be known as "Lyman", "Ziegler" and "Seaborn", the latter being very good for a fish me thinks. But who knows if I will get them... Mum is away this weekend so i might treat Dad to a Chinese or a Fish and Chips because I'm nice like that.
As I come to an end of speaking...I will ask how wedding plans are going. How are wedding plans going?
I love you very, very much and I would like to say that you are the better half of my brain.
Make haste with your reply.
Jessica
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