When you give a Looney ice cream...

When you give a Looney ice cream...

she will ask for more. Or your spoonful.

After she has a little more, she will do a jig.

Once she has done a little jig she will ask to make a fort at our hostel with materials that you didn't even know could be used for forts:

...hair ties

...suitcase straps

....belts

...hostel sheets

...scriptures for weights (and a firm foundation)

We decided that despite our bunk beds, we would all rather smoosh onto mattresses pushed together on the floor.

SLEEP OVER!!!

Snuggly

Party people

JESSICA TROUT!!!!

...and here we are on a school night, sitting around the dining room table at 1:27 AM blogging. Life is a party, i tell ya what.

-Claire

Sharing is Caring.

Staley and I found our dream house.

(disregard our questioning arms in this photo, we have no question that this is THE house.)

We have found ourselves taking notes on different elements we love in each of the old homes here.

Weird? Yes.

We aren't even close to owning a home, let alone renting an apartment without help from our parents.

In fact, I don't even own my own British History and Politics book or fingernail clippers these days.

Luckily my dear blogmates believe sharing is caring.

I finally allowed Jess to share one of her favorite Fox Mints with me tonight (she's always thoughtful and tries to, but I'm not too much an after-dinner mint fan) and she insisted I take

5 million

for the road as she frantically stuffed a handful in my pants pocket.

That girl would share her left arm with a friend if she needed to.

In fact, I think it's safe to say after our bus conversation last friday that she would be willing to be my baby's surrogate mother.

Thanks for being so willing to share Jess, youda best.

Sleeping positions

Friday we spent 7 hours on a bus traveling from Liverpool to Wales to Coventry to London.

So what happens when you wake up 41 college students at 6 am to get on a coach and travel across the country…WE SLEEP! The coach has this amazing what seems like a magical power to put us to sleep no matter how much sleep we got the night before or how much energy we have when we walk onto the coach. A few minutes after it starts rolling, it’s a serious struggle to keep your eyes open. 

The only problem is sleeping on the coach is quite near impossible unless you have someone next to you that you are really comfortable with. Seriously… the tiny, un-reclining seats are less than ideal for getting some shuteye. So when your eyelids get heavy and your head starts bobbing as you drift into sleep, the only way to get comfortable is to SNUGGLE.

Therefore, we have discovered numerous sleeping positions to make the long coach drives

 bearable and actually quite comfortable. It’s a great way to catch up on the sleep we don’t get at night.

Here are two examples...

Sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do


~MEG

Home of the Liverpudlians

Liverpool was not what I expected at all but I loved it. 

Reasons why Liverpool is cool:

#1. It reminded me a lot of California because it was a beautiful 70-degrees and we were right by the ocean.     
                 Did you know that Liverpool has been an important port city throughout    
                 history, where millions and millions of people left England and came to 
                 America? Including thousands of newly converted Mormons who left their 
                 homes to create a new life in the promised land. pretty cool eh?


#2. It is the birthplace of the Beatles!

  

     And I have to admit that I wasn’t really a Beatles fan before. But after going to The Beatles Story Museum and listening to their music via my friends here, their enthusiasm has rubbed off on me and I think its safe to say the Beatles have gained another fan. 

After dinner we walked past a fountain so obviously we had to stop and play.

After a few minutes, a little girl (probably 12 years old) came up to me and asked if she could be in a picture with us. We awkwardly said yes so she grabbed my waist and we took a picture. Then we noticed all her friends standing behind us anxiously waiting so we asked them all if they wanted to be in a picture too. They ran over and we were about to take another picture and that same girl came over grabbed my waist again and said “I love you”. 

Haha. That was it and then they left.  So there are a few things that could explain this odd interaction... 

• These little girls were high via the use of illegal substances
• She was just really friendly/weird
• She thought I was a celebrity

I guess we will never know…

Another highlight of the trip…Ted the Tick

To be continued…

Ted the Tick

Tick: (noun) a small, blood-sucking mite. Normally it lives on blood from larger animals, like deer, but it may also attach itself to humans.

We were sitting on the dock off the Liverpool Bay watching the sunset.

Looks peaceful, beautiful and full of love huh.

Claire finds a small, harmless little speck on her leg.

She inspects the harmless little speck a little bit closer.

The harmless little speck... a tick.

DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNN

Side note: I HATE ticks. I was the girl at girls' camp who couldn't sleep at night because I was paranoid that every little freckle, bump or itch was actually a nasty little tick. And honestly when I saw the tick with his head nuzzled deep into Claire's lovely, long legs I was laughing a little. I'd never seen one before and what can I say, a bug upside down is a little bit funny.

Back to the story:

We're walking back (forget the sunset. we have a tick to kill) when we are stopped by an old American couple who are so excited to see some fellow Colonists. While we were talking to them I brushed a little tickle away from behind my knee, looked down and saw the fatal "HARMLESS SPECK!!!"

A tick! A tick! In My, STALEY CARTER's Leg. And not only that, I must have brushed the body aside and the head was stuck in there.

"well, nothing you can do. That head is in there for good." the old yankee man said.

Disgusting.

We get home and absolutely no help from the hotel front desk girl (a crabby little girl who didn't have any matches or rubbing alcohol to offer).

Operation Room: the hotel room

Doctor: megan and jess

Patients: Claire and Staley

Tools: tweezers and carmax

I'm go to show the doctors my tick and I couldn't find the speck. NO! It's gone deeper! The skin grew over the head! GET IT OUT!

"Staley, there's nothing there!"

"Jess, just get out the tweezers and start digging!"

Basically, I kinda went insane and I apologize for that, because Claire had a legit parasitic problem and there I was freaking out because of a tick that I couldn't even find.

Happy ending, Dr. Looney got the tick out Claire's leg while Jess and I serenaded her with Beatles songs and for me? Well, I didn't have a tick. I even checked again the next day. Nothing.

And we all lived happily ever after.

Except for the Tick which Looney flushed down the toilet.

Love, Staley

P.s.

"We should name him."

"Ted the Tick"

"No! He can't have the name Ted! He's sucking my blood! Lucifer. His name will be Lucifer."

"Nah. Ted."

An Ode to Fae Technology Grange

This week in Liverpool we sat on the dock at sunset and met a sweet British family. Their daughter was named Faye (different spelling but still tender).

After her mother called her name I was overcome with the RAGING NEED to see my dear friend Fae.

While at the Edinburough castle I saw a memorial (pictured on the right) that contained the name Grange. I realized that it was the same sign that I saw on our family vacation in 7th grade. I even have a picture of it that I took with my disposable camera from that vacation.

How fateful that years later I visited

and immediately noticed the same sign?!

My Dearest Wiffle, I miss you and your contagious laugh. Love you man.

Love always,

Wiff

The wheels on the bus drive me INSANE!!!

“Back on the bus, back on the busy, somebody shoooot meeeeeeee.”

We spent almost 8 hours on the bus today.

Wake up.

Eat.

Get on the bus.

Sleep.

Wake up.

Look at castles.

Eat.

Get on the bus.

Sleep.

Wake up.

Look at castles.

Eat.

Get back on the bus.

Sleep.

Wake up.

Look at burned cathedral.

Eat.

Get back on the bus.

Sleep.

Wake up.

AHHHHH!!!

Luckily our bus driver, Zultan, made the ride a happy one with dough nuts.

We made it home safe and sound after our 3 day trip to

Liverpool,

the Lake District

and Wales-

thanks to our noble steed.

Love always,

Claire.