Happy Birthday!

Well, my blog is one year old today! Yay to Ldbug! Yup, that's all I've got on the subject. I was thinking of doing something cool, maybe a year in review, but I took a glance at the past year and decided I'd rather leave it there - in the past. I'm happy to be where I am now. I've got new stories to write, and a new life to follow. It's taken awhile to get here, so why bother and dwell on last year? Anyway, Happy Birthday Ldbug and thanks for giving me the medium to get out there and shout a little.

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On another note...London trip day II, Liverpool

I arrived at the train station only 15min before the train left for Liverpool. The next didn't leave for an hour and I'd promised B I'd meet her at noon. So I ran around a little looking for the ticket kiosk. In the process I was scolded for not "queueing" properly. Actually, I was just trying to get a better look at the information desk to see if they sold tickets, I wasn't cutting in line! Still the guy went off on me about if I wanted to start my own queue blah blah blah. So I apologized, moved away and, in true lady-like fashion flipped him off and stuck my tongue out at him behind his back. That done, I found the ticket kiosk.

The trip to Liverpool was fine, except I was scolded again, this time by an old lady when I asked very politely how we were supposed to know where to sit since some people had reserved seats and some didn't. I shrugged that one off and chose a seat at random. Lucky me, I sat behind a Michigan father-son duo. It took a lot of will power not to kill them. They were sitting across from two Liverpool ladies and proceeded to explain that Thanksgiving celebrates the native American 'rain god' (no it doesn't), that "there's really nothing to see in America," (yes there is - think pueblo ruins, Old Faithful, grizzly bears, moose, the statue of liberty, New Orleans, the largest bodies of fresh water in the world...I could go on), and proceeded to ask if they used 'sponges' in England and if they knew how many states we had or who our president was. I'm really proud of myself for not killing them. They also massacred American history - and yes, they were serious the whole time. To be fair the ladies were pretty dense too. They asked if we had baked beans in America.

So I made it without bloodshed and only got yelled at twice. My friend and I met at the station after a little confusion as to where to meet and, well it's been 10 years. She was worried I might be the scary punk girl wandering the place.

We checked out downtown and I got my picture by a Beatles statue (very embarrassing, but had to be done). Then we rushed off to begin Thanksgiving dinner. B violated a turkey, I peeled sweet potatoes and made those hand turkeys we used to make as kids for arts & crafts. Guests showed up, we drank, we ate, we retired to the front room to sit in front of the fire and drink coffee and brandy, we ate more pie. It was a good night. Thoroughly traditional, we even had the cranberries in a can to decorate the table. No one eats those of course, we just admire the thick jelly paste that maintains the same shape as the can. We managed to get to bed by 4am that night...