Tea is Served

Tea is such a lovely occasion, I really think people should take time to enjoy it more often. I held a non-traditional after supper tea and it turned out to be quite nice. Hannah, my sister and resident chef in training, created deliciously posh scones with cream, fruit salad, cucumber salad, cinnamon and currant tarts, several flavors of mini muffins, cucumber sandwiches, egg salad sandwiches, dark chocolate cake and freshly brewed pot after pot of 5 different types of tea- from English Breakfast to white monsoon herb. We listened to the Shins, Shane and Shane and the new Viva la Vida from Coldplay.

Alligator Shmalagator

I went to Grand Lake with my friends the Browns for a few days and it was really fun; there are no alligators, nor sharks in Grand Lake, but there are snakes, turtles, fish, and plenty of other wildlife and insect galore to compensate for the lack of jawed man-eating creatures.

The first night we canoed to a boat dock and attempted to fish at sunset. I didn't actually want(or know how)to catch fish, so I kept casting my line and reeling it back in; most likely, I would freak out if I actually hooked something(which I did-an old rope). There was apparently nothing to worry about because the fish weren't in the mood to be caught, but the stars were so bright it was worth the ride just for the view.

The next day we went out on a boat; some fished, went tubing, jumped off the cliffs or worked on their sunburns. I opted for enjoying the ride, which I definitely did, via SPF 45. Its amazing to see fish several feet long leap out of the lake to catch bugs loitering on the water's surface. There were also several really beautiful houses surrounding the lake with three story yachts tied to their docks, but since we were there during the week the lake was mostly ours for the day.

We also enjoyed dining at the local eateries. Frosty and Edna's was my favorite; the food was great, atmosphere Andy Griffith Show worthy, and the waitress authentically country with her Nascar apron, smokey voice, and references to 'Vegas. Howdy, and welcome to Oklahoma folks. 

Sorry for the squeaking, its my room.

My room is so amazingly clean it doesn't feel like its mine. Its like losing 50 pounds and then trying on your favorite old fat jeans; roomy. And thats how my room is now: roomy (and less cave-like). I've always attributed the mess issue to having too many clothes, and I confirmed that as the ultimate problem as I repeatedly dumped shirt after pant, after skirt after skort off in what grew to become a rather large yard sale pile.

 

My mom suggested charging admission, my dad said "if moving to England is what it takes to get this room clean, maybe you should go more often", and my little brother Andy rolled around on the carpet in celebration. 

 

Goodness. Gracious.

I've been getting ready for my England trip and although I've got loads of  things to do, I need to tackle the mess that is my room first. I can't believe I still had eighth grade Hollister t-shirts, and what's even more unbelievable is that Hollister hasn't changed their style a bit since eighth grade, so I gave them to my sister and they're still acceptable in the middle school realm.

The weather is colder in England, so I'm trying to bring key warm pieces like sweaters and jackets with me; In an effort to pack said warm pieces, I bought a light blue and orange argyle Lacoste sweater vest(on sale!)Wednesday, which is perfect for playing tennis(or just looking I still play tennis). 

I still really need to buy some warm clothes, because well, vests don't have sleeves, which is normally a crucial point in the warmth department, but I'm not sure where I can buy sweaters in the heat of the summer, in a place that rarely sees snow.

I had my hair done last Wednesday by Danielle at Arcs, and although I normally love the styles she gives me, this one is less than desirable. There I was, just sitting on the chopping block(I mean, in the stylists chair), getting a normal trim when all of the sudden I blink and then see my bangs falling on the floor like wrapping paper on Christmas morning(quickly and in abundance). So I now grit my teeth when accidently catching a glance in the mirror at the horror which lives on my forehead; my brand new choppy, piecey, yucky, emo-teen bangs. Dear bangs, please, please,  grow out before I see too many people I know... 

I Have No Wisdom(teeth).

Yesterday I had my wisdom teeth removed and therefore I feel a bit dizzy and out of sorts today. I don't remember the actual surgery, but I do remember some of the crazy dreams I've been having, mostly due to the magical mystery pills I'm in the process of becoming addicted to. 

Yesterday I dreamt that I went synchronized swimming and has three clones, all extremely talented and preforming elegant swan dives and circle formations to classical music in a backyard pool. Last night I dreamt that someone had brought freshly baked croissants over to my house and was offering them to everyone. I could literally smell them in the dream and therefore woke up extremely disappointed around 2:15 am.

The surgery wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and I received three very pretty flower bouquets and a pint of soy chocolate espresso ice cream to numb the pain.