Bath

We have moved on from London and beginning our backpack across the northern part of England. We are in the quaint town of Bath. Exploring the Roman Baths and all this town has to offer. Including a cup of hot tea

Until I can blog again with a longer post...Happy Sunday! I hope youre day is full of rest and peace.

x

labeast

Thursday July 8th

Thursday Sterlyn and I needed a break from the busy-ness of London. London is always busy but we decided to hit it at its tourism peak. GRAND IDEA. So to get away we took the evening off and an hour train ride down to Epsom Downs to the horse races. We dressed in our "smart" clothes and enjoyed ourselves a pint on a cool summers evening. The horse races were exciting and the people watching even better.

But you didnt think that was the real reason I went there was it? Psh. Of course not. We went to scream and drool over this kid. Kinda like a 13 yr old teen drooling over Justin Bieber or one of the Twilight jokes. Only not as creepy or crazy. Except I did make a special trip south of London to see my crush. So maybe I could match up for the "creepy borderline crazy over celebrities" group

James Morrison....you are fantastic live.

He played after the races

and if I didnt have to bolt to the train station to catch the last train out (the next train didnt leave until 5 am) I would have stayed to meet you. I WOULD have met you. Because I would have wooed you with my American accent.

Actual London Post...but its really not

BLAH BLAH BLAH...ive seen all the major sights, took the picture, bought the t-shirt. No need to bore you with those silly details. Instead,

Lets talk about some of the characters we've come in counter with.

Day 1: We meet Fiona, a 45 yr old woman with scabs sharing the hostel with us. She was from England and slept for a good....ohhh...lets say... 25 hours of the day. And when she was awake we were sleeping and she was talking to herself...about Marilyn Monroe, other pretty people and how shes afraid to get caught of a murder she just committed (in her head) Multiple personalities..no thank you. Did I mention she slept 25 hours of the day and was too lazy to use the restroom...instead she just relieved herself into a plastic bag whilst in bed. AND picked off all of her scabs in the shower. Ok...Im holding back my vom just reliving this story MOVING ON

We moved to the next hostel a room for 6 above a bar. No its not the bar I can hear late at night its the oustide...because its so darn hot its impossible to sleep without the windows open. Sirens or sweat? Sirens or sweat?  Id rather have neither but atleast I have Italian in the bunk next to mine to help get my mind off things.

Italian...HA! He cant pronounce my name so he calls me "Hey, teacher". His English is limited but his looks are not. He just looks- whats the word..so good. We also made friends with the German girls in our room and have all hung out at the dance floor downstairs. Thats where we met an Austrailian with a sailor hat. He had his eyes on Sterlyn..and every other girl...but mainly Sterlyn :)

So all 6 of us lay silently sweating in our separate bunks with our body pulsing to the beat from the bar downstairs and our heads ringing from the sirens and noise from outside. All 6 of us tossing and turning..pretending we are asleep. But its 3 am and no one has been able to get a wink. Thats when my day dreams of Italian came in to play.

But Italian and his friend left this morning..so now Sterlyn and I are hoping for.. AUSTRALIANS

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-x-
labeast

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flirt with a beefeater.... check!
I can go home now
:)

Happy Birthday Billz!

Wish you were here bolting around London with me.

July 3 is here already

London is calling! See ya in two weeks..... if I come home.

Look what I found!!

I was running late for Bible Study monday night and couldn't find my Prayer Journal before tumbling through the door. So I grabbed an older notebook I had to take notes in.

When I got there I started to thumb through this old journal of mine discovering it dates back all the way to 6th grade.

Look at what I found taped on the inside pages

aaaand even Freddy Prince JR

Look at him in that ribbed turtle neck....MMMMMMM

But what comes next tops it all.

Look Carefully

It is the birth certificate of my child with Justin Timberlake. 

She's 8 months old. 

I even got some random assistant to "sign" it

Listen Kids, I cant make this stuff up. 

It is straight from my 12 year old imagination.

At least I waited until after college to have a child. That's proof that not all the screws are loose.