11.30.2005

Choosy moms choose Jif. And the British Museum.

All hail the witty, talented, and smokin' hot Redlaw!

Across the ocean she brought me the object of my desire, even the Jar of Jif. It's absolutely beautiful. I have already eaten a peanut butter & banana sandwich with it and nearly swooned with the joy of the thing. (Secret confession: I was too cheap to buy Jif back home--I bought Western Family. But hey, if I'm going the contraband route then it might as well be the good stuff. There's no sense smuggling crubbish.)

WR and I took a way-before-the-crack-of-dawn train into London on Saturday. This ended up being more of an adventure than we'd planned, since we sort of didn't get much sleep the night before, on account of we stayed up waaaaaay too late talking an' stuff.

(Side note: I used to be the Curfew Enforcer for my dating friends/savvymom. And I was great at it, I think. Sure, maybe Savvymom and Amyjane hated me and kept voodoo dolls of me in their bedrooms, but that was my job. So I did it. And they both got married in the temple. So there you go. Now I find myself in desperate need of a Curfew Enforcer, only there is no one I can turn to. I sure can't ask my Self-Discipline or my Better Judgement to step up, because it turns out they're off on a cruise together somewhere, drinking pina coladas on the deck.)

In short, I may or may not include pictures of the outing. We both looked pretty hammered. Redlaw (who is everything delightful and sassy) was kind enough not to ask if the train actually ran the both of us down before picking us up.

The other thing you should know about Saturday was that it was freezing cold and windy. We made it to the British Museum, where I stared all open-mouthed at the new covered courtyard. (Note: I did not take this pic, but stole it from the Internet. But really, what are they going to do about it?)

The Museum and shops were mercifully open before the exhibits opened at 10am, so we killed some time in the gift shop. WR found a Latin book that tells you how to say useful 21st-century things like "Your mom is fat cow," which caused him no end of delight.

Once the exhibits were open we checked out the Egyptian stuff and the Elgin marbles, which I'd never seen before because I am lame. I felt slightly better when I could explain what the Rosetta Stone was. Then we hit the newly renovated Reading Room so that I could look at the books and so WR could put his head down at a desk and fall asleep.

It was so cool in there that I had to take a picture. The dome is bigger than the one at St. Paul's!

We had just enough time after the museum to walk across the Thames to see the view of the Houses of Parliament (my favorite view) before heading up to Trafalgar Square to meet Redlaw and her two friends. I only almost walked up to 3 different redheads before I recognized her from the picture she'd sent me. And yes, she's just as funny and cool in real life as she is in her blog. We all escaped the bitter bitter cold together and had lunch/dinner in a pub. I of course can't speak for her, but I had a great time. I particularly liked the part when Redlaw's two friends asked how she and I knew each other if we were just now meeting for the first time. Hee hee. It's kind of like having to explain to people that you met your bf online.

So yes, it was a good day. I got to visit my favorite city and spend all day with WR, and I got to meet someone I admire to pieces, and I got American peanut butter. Could a day really get any better?

Here's that pic from the pub, then. And don't start with the pink comments--it's the only sweater I have. Also, check out the cute dimples on WR!


29 comments:

redlaw said... [reply]

I get to comment first!!!
Nem,
You are way too kind...I am not nearly as witty in real life since I am paying five year olds to write my blog for me. But I blush at the complements anyway...
And really, the pleaseure was all mine - I had a great time meeting you!!!
And you and WR did not look bad in the least - I however, looked like I fell out of the ugly tree and hit all the branches on the way down - luckily, you did not run away, screaming in horror!

Rachel said... [reply]

Nemesis. I hate you. I just hate you. Not only are you living in England with an English boyfriend, but you are funny, smart, witty, AND absolutely adorable. I consoled myself on the British boyfriend front by saying, "Yeah, but how good looking can he really be, being English and all?" Then you go and post that picture and of course he's totally cute. We are so fighting.

PS I hope you don't mind me invading and reading your blog. :)

Cicada said... [reply]

Wow! What a fantastic picture! I really wish I were there with you. And that I had a British boyfriend. I'll just console myself with peanut butter and pumpkin pie... Wait. My diet doesn't ALLOW peanut butter and pumpkin pie! The horror! The horror!

noelle feather said... [reply]

How did you get those pics. to line up all nice looking, with your words looking even nicer?!

amyjane said... [reply]

Nemesis, my love. I promised to be what you once were for me and if it involves packing my month old child across the ocean to kick your butt, I'll do it. Don't make me come over there. You , young lady, are going to lose your going out privileges if you aren't careful....

amyjane said... [reply]

Also, your very cute BF reminds me ever-so-slightly of another boy from long ago???

kristen said... [reply]

It's amazing what relationships do to us, isn't it? Just remember, the Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight. Maybe I'll come along with Amy so we can ground your skinny butt for coming in one minute after curfew.

Rachel said... [reply]

*Snort* People used to say, "The Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight!" to me when I was at school and I'd always reply with a sarcastic, "Well, I sure hope that's true. How can I be bad with him hanging around?"

Stupidramblings said... [reply]

I'm starting immediately with the pink comments. I mean, you don't need to be seen as vulnerable any more, do you? I mean your mom's advice was so you could catch a guy (bloke). Keeping him is about more than just wearing pink; you have to LIVE and BREATHE pink. It has to be a consumer of your thoughts. BE A PINK WOMAN, woman!...

Savvymom said... [reply]

And I'm coming on that buctt-kick trip too!!! And since I'm like a month from delivering this kid I'll be quite the raunch. So. Shape up my naughty sister.

jaime said... [reply]

I'm so jealous!!! I want to go to England and see all the cool stuff you are. And...I have to say that you have done very well for yourself with WR. You look good together. :) Also, I would like to come along on the butt-kicking trip. I'm there for you, Nem! Well, have fun, and be good!

P.S. Pink seems to really work for you! :)

Nemesis said... [reply]

You're such a liar, Redlaw. You were all cute in your cute outfit.

Ahem, Rachel, way to bring up my actual living arrangement for my parents to see! Now we are fighting.

Cic--you're right, it is a fantastic picture. I thank you again for your skills with the Photoshop. (My confession to the world: I had Cici work a little magic to take the shine off my forehead. And the pint of lager off my head.)

Hi feather! I just switched over to "view html" when I was writing the post, and copied and pasted the image html to where I wanted it. "Yes . . . I love technology . . . "

AJ--This is good, this is what I need! Thanks for the tough love, dearest. Also, yes, you would notice ever-so-faint resemblance. I noticed it myself when we first met, but I don't anymore (whew!).

Yay, Kristen's coming over to kick my butt too!

Stupid, if you care to look at the shade of my face in the picture, I'm halfway there.

And my sister and Jaime might come to whup on me! If it's going to be such a big party, maybe I'd better keep breaking the curfew rules. Then they would have to come see me, and everybody wins!

daltongirl said... [reply]

1. You and j"WR"alfred look v. cute together.
2. Since you were v. nice and understanding when I was dating db, and did not judge me for making out in the living room until 3:00 a.m., I will not kick your butt, but I will say that I believe in your (and I must say, his) ability to do what is right.
3. If it was free for me to go over there and visit, I'd go kick your butt.
4. How does wearing pink and appearing vulnerable work with your desire to have a dog so you can dominate? You need therapy.

Savvymom said... [reply]

Only see, it WOULDN'T be a party. Because I would be going into labor, AJ's baby would be crying becuase his ears hurt, Savvy would be crying because AJ's baby was crying, and you would never have the desire to do be close to WR ever, for fear of having spawn of your own one day.

Nemesis said... [reply]

Daltongirl, you are so cruisin'. And if you would just kindly fly over here, I would kick your butt for you!

I like it, SM. It's kind of like Death Therapy, huh?

foodie said... [reply]

I want to come too! Butt kicking trips are one of my goals in life! Hey Nem, I feel the same way about the color pink, just let me know and I will bring you another color sweater when I come on the butt kicking trip!

I love the pics. And the museum ones are good too!

DP said... [reply]

Don't worry, the Holy Ghost is up until midnight Mountain Time. That means you're good to go until what, 7:00 a.m.? After that, though, watch out.

Panini said... [reply]

You guys are so cute together!! I'm so happy for a picture! And I love your pink! Very vulnerable.

kristen said... [reply]

Sounds like everyone wants to kick your butt. You're going to be hating life (and your butt will be severely bruised).

Then again, we'll all have an excuse to go to England!!

Spitfire said... [reply]

You know, I figure its ok to break curfew rules as long as you have church music playing or something. Yeah, it feels a little weird at first, but it still serves as a CONSTANT reminder, AND, some things are worth feeling a little weird over. . .

Mom, if you are reading this, please don't judge me! And don't tell Dad.

Dad, if you are reading this, just disregard everything I'm saying and know that I'm "just joking!"

Kelly said... [reply]

Super cute picture!

I think I need a curfew person as well. Although when you travel 500 miles to see each other, the thought of closing things off at midnight and getting to bed early seems kind of silly.

redlaw said... [reply]

I was wondering what happened to that pint of lager...
Nem can't show the pics she took with me due to said pint.....

ambrosia ananas said... [reply]

Awww, look at you cute kids. And don't you worry. You can hire me to come and be your Curfew Enforcer. I'd do anything to help a friend out. Especially if I'm helping out a friend in England.

Stupidramblings said... [reply]

dp has an excellent point. I don't think HG bedtime is until midnight in 'Zion.'

All is well...

JB said... [reply]

Ut oh, so the Holy Ghost goes to bed at 11pm PST? Sucks for the Californicators. I mean...Californians. And I guess the folks in Oregon and Washington too... I'm moving somewhere that will be daytime while the Spirit is "sleeping" ('cause apparently, spirits do that) so I can only date at night... >:)

Great pic of the library! I wish I'd had a camera when I went. I love the British Museum. :romantic sigh:

Also, you and WR are cute. And you look vaguely familiar.

The Divine Miss A said... [reply]

Stupid--Hmmmm... "All is well in Zion," Why does that sound familiar?

Nemesis--Quite a lovely pic! I must say that the pink does suit you. Who knows, maybe it is effective. Too bad I'm not a major fan of the color. It might explain some things. Also, I'm glad that you finally got some peanut butter. All may now rejoice.

Lady Steed said... [reply]

Nem,

I wish so that you had still been living with me when TH. and I started dating. We really needed a Curfew Enforcer.....I blush now thinking about all the way too late nights. Your presence alone would have made Th. be most punctual about getting off the couch on time.

April said... [reply]

What is it about peanut butter that is just so satisfying and comforting? Hmmm...

And the dimples are very cute. :)

chosha said... [reply]

He has a bit of a Hugo Weaving/Jeremy Irons thing going, doesn't he?

The first part of this post had me thinking that Britain just wasn't clean enough for you. In Australia Jif is cleaner for bathrooms/kitchens. :) Then you said you ate it and I realised that just couldn't be right.

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