YEOW! LET'S GET THIS THING STARTED!!!!
I woke up at the crack of 7 this morning (shut up Amber--that IS early for some people!) so I could get a ride--no, "lift"--ride is something compleeeetly different over here, and very vulgar--into work. I was very tired and bought a giant super-big-gulp sized latte on the way to work, and I am basically pop-n-lockin' at my desk right now. My ears are buzzing, I'm not even kidding.
But I'm in the new house--the new house! It's nice, even though I'm still in that awkward what-bag-are-my-towels-in, don't-have-cable-yet, three-things-in-the-fridge-for-dinner phase.
My flatmate Chantelle had her friendly yet ignorant teen brother over for the weekend. He had a LOT of questions for me about America. Also, he had a LOT of supposed statements of fact about America. He told me that we called "autumn" "fall", which is true. But he also told me we call "winter" "the cold season". He was insistent on this. Also, he was insistent that American cars are crap, American houses are made of concrete, Americans are fat (um, thanks), Americans run into movie stars every day, American pizza is crap, and Americans are, in his words, "consumers".
.....fun.
But the highlight of my weekend had to be my Abbott and Costello jacuzzi experience.
I decided to try out my jacuzzi tub last night, so I heated up the water (really frustrating and antiquated gas-heat water tanks over here), filled the bath and poured in some bath bubbles. Well, I get in the bathtub and turn on the jacuzzi, and in the span of about a minute and a half I have a tub-shaped column of bubbles soaring toward the ceiling of the bathroom.
I don't know why I didn't turn off the jets right away. Maybe I was enjoying the comedy of becoming completely encased in bubbles. Maybe I wanted to see how high I could get my bubble heap. But it was only when the bubbles hit the shower head that I decided to turn off the jacuzzi and let the bubbles settle.
So here I am, sitting in an empty house, bubbles 3 feet above my head, everywhere I look is suds, and I don't do anything! I am waiting for them to go down. I sat there a good 30 minutes before I started laughing at the situation. I imagined Chantelle getting home and accidentally opening the bathroom door to find her roommate hidden beneath 3 feet of suds. LOL
So after I got out of the tub looking like a marshmallow, I did my best to rid the bathroom of the suds. But I confess, even at this moment there are still bubbles in that tub!!!
Anyway, I was a little down about moving so far away from my very central apartment, but the bubbles lifted my mood and gave me a good laugh. Again, for pictures of new house, visit the "view my travel pics" link on the right.
Have a good Monday!
I woke up at the crack of 7 this morning (shut up Amber--that IS early for some people!) so I could get a ride--no, "lift"--ride is something compleeeetly different over here, and very vulgar--into work. I was very tired and bought a giant super-big-gulp sized latte on the way to work, and I am basically pop-n-lockin' at my desk right now. My ears are buzzing, I'm not even kidding.
But I'm in the new house--the new house! It's nice, even though I'm still in that awkward what-bag-are-my-towels-in, don't-have-cable-yet, three-things-in-the-fridge-for-dinner phase.
My flatmate Chantelle had her friendly yet ignorant teen brother over for the weekend. He had a LOT of questions for me about America. Also, he had a LOT of supposed statements of fact about America. He told me that we called "autumn" "fall", which is true. But he also told me we call "winter" "the cold season". He was insistent on this. Also, he was insistent that American cars are crap, American houses are made of concrete, Americans are fat (um, thanks), Americans run into movie stars every day, American pizza is crap, and Americans are, in his words, "consumers".
.....fun.
But the highlight of my weekend had to be my Abbott and Costello jacuzzi experience.
I decided to try out my jacuzzi tub last night, so I heated up the water (really frustrating and antiquated gas-heat water tanks over here), filled the bath and poured in some bath bubbles. Well, I get in the bathtub and turn on the jacuzzi, and in the span of about a minute and a half I have a tub-shaped column of bubbles soaring toward the ceiling of the bathroom.
I don't know why I didn't turn off the jets right away. Maybe I was enjoying the comedy of becoming completely encased in bubbles. Maybe I wanted to see how high I could get my bubble heap. But it was only when the bubbles hit the shower head that I decided to turn off the jacuzzi and let the bubbles settle.
So here I am, sitting in an empty house, bubbles 3 feet above my head, everywhere I look is suds, and I don't do anything! I am waiting for them to go down. I sat there a good 30 minutes before I started laughing at the situation. I imagined Chantelle getting home and accidentally opening the bathroom door to find her roommate hidden beneath 3 feet of suds. LOL
So after I got out of the tub looking like a marshmallow, I did my best to rid the bathroom of the suds. But I confess, even at this moment there are still bubbles in that tub!!!
Anyway, I was a little down about moving so far away from my very central apartment, but the bubbles lifted my mood and gave me a good laugh. Again, for pictures of new house, visit the "view my travel pics" link on the right.
Have a good Monday!
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