Amy and Mila went to cooking group this morning and I decided to stay behind to work out, shower, and study. I was home alone and just sitting down in the computer room to jot some thoughts down when I heard a crash in the other room. My first thought was “Some clumsy British Burglar just broke in”! Then my next reaction was to grab my empty coke zero can (for protection) and cautiously search the house. What was I hoping to do?! Distract him by throwing the can at him and then run off?! Some great fighter I’d make!Which leads me down memory lane to my first and only real physical fight. While attending BYUI, I had no life other than my studies…until my second semester when I moved in with some semi-wild ladies. They went through a phase where they LOVED fight nights. Now, fight nights are nights when a bunch of BYUI students meet up in a dimly lighted basement to box (in my opinion) out their sexual frustration. I had no life and no other friends, so I would tag along with my roommates to these events. One night there was an especially large crowed of spectators in a much too stuffy basement, watching the fights. My roommates and their friends somehow got it into their heads that it would be an awesome idea for me to box. Being deprived of attention and a social life, I gave into their raving chants…”Gretchen! Gretchen! Gretchen!” So I walked out, tight button-up shirt, jeans, and all, into the middle of the ring of sweaty people to wait and see who would have the guts to box my intimidatingly athletic self. To my surprise … and horror, I looked over and saw the infamous BYUI She-man step out into the ring and put on her gloves (which she probably brought with her to these special occasions). I looked over at my supposed friends, who all gave me worried smiles and thumbs up. “Maybe she’s not as tough as she looks”, I thought. Wrong. I didn’t even get a punch in. Her punches were an endless buffet of pain. I made it to the bell of the first round. I had gotten royally spanked. I wasn’t intending to enjoy another spanking, so I quickly retired from my boxing career. We left soon after.
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Monday, 28 June 2010
This is where Benjamin, Samuel, PJ, and I decided it would be a grand idea to run away and find jobs at the ages of 7, 5, 4, and 3.... yup.... We got half way to the next town before being picked up by the police.
The lane that leads from the village to our house. It's a gorgeous walk.
A tombstone in at St. Peter's church.
A bench in the village.
The Village os Prestbury. It's incredibly enchanting.
A field of sheep lies two streets from our house.... I guess that explains why I think it would be awesome to be a shepherd for a summer....
14 years and I still remember the smell of this church. Prestbury, my village, looks enchanting in the morning light. 10 o'clock. The church bells ring. Quarter past. Bells. Half Past. Bells. I remember in Israel loving the bells in the Old City because they reminded me of here. This church. This village. "That's the best sound in the world", I would say.
Monday, 21 June 2010
Me at Hyde Park
In the Victoria and Albert Museum, there was this structure called the tower of books. It was one of my favorite things in that museum. It was essentially.... a tower of books....
Hello London. Yes, I think I will stop and have Falafel at a Lebanese Café while watching the World Cup and drinking refreshing diet coke. I guess I’ll stroll through Hyde Park if you insist upon it. Oh, and you want me to see Big Ben, Parliament, and West Minster as well? Alright, fine. Will and I went into London today. He was such a great traveling buddy. We walked around everywhere. It was nice just chillin and doing whatever. We started at the Victoria and Albert Museum, which was incredible, and I saw the tower of books and this jewelry collection that was stunning… (which is saying something because I’m not usually into jewelry). It also had models of a bunch of famous architecture which was way amazing. Not to mention the huge bed they had as well. No comment. I’m afraid my mother would be sorely disappointed in me if I made one at this point. I love going through this stuff at my own pace and listening to Blind Pilot and Bon Ivor (which I’m obsessed with now…thank you Emma Richey) and not having an ear piece in my ear, pretending to listen to some tour guide as he explains stuff about cisterns … in the most boring way possible… or tries to be interesting, but still isn’t… which is almost worse because there seems like the hope of something entertaining…a hope that only appears long enough to be recognized before it’s dashed to pieces on the rocks of pointless facts.