“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” - Unknown

Friday, November 14, 2008

it's called jetlag

whitney tagged me 'cause i "need stuff to blog about"... which is true. so thanks whit. so the idea here is that you pick the 4th picture, in the 4th folder of your photo library. and this is it. nothing embarrasing or scandalous. but this does have a bit of an unexciting story to go along with it. and since i have nothing else to blog about, you get to read it.

but first, i have to make a comment. do you ever wonder whose pictures you end up in? i mean, take this guy talking on his cell phone. i'm sure he's looking at himself in the glass while he talks ('cause you know that's what you'd be doing...) and he's so wrapped up in his phone call and his reflection that he's not paying attention to what's going on on the other side of the glass. or is he? ...is he looking at me? is he thinking mid-sentence "why is this silly american (he would assume i'm american... but little does he know...) taking a picture of me? great! now i'm going to end up on some silly mormon girls blog a year and a half from now, and there's nothing i can do about it." ('cause of course he'd know i'm mormon...)

anyway... so this picture is taken from inside the eurostar travel information area which is inside london's waterloo station. burton and i had just arrived in london, and were hung-over with jetlag. holy cow, that first couple hours sucked. i was in a daze and even though we were in england, where people speak english... i couldn't understand anyone. partly because i was drunk on jetlag and partly because they talk a thousand miles a minute and say words like ... hmm ... i don't know, words i didn't understand. anyway, after an hour or so of trying to feel normal, eating lunch at a pub, surrounded by cigarette smoking brits (they must have seen those commercials in the 1950s... and never got the memo that smoking will kill you), and listening to burton ramble on about the book he was reading to try and keep me from falling off my chair, we decided to go somewhere a little less stressful. and so we found this visitors area. the area wasn't intended for people to fall over and die, but that's what we did. well, burton did. i slipped in and out, because i was too paranoid to die and miss the train.

anyway... that's the story. see, i told you it wasn't exciting.

oh ya, now i have to tag people. i hate this part. hmm... i'm going to cheat. if you read this, TAG! you're it.

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Blogger Jen said...

that's too funny... i liked the assuming you were american.

November 25, 2008 12:11 PM

Blogger joshandemily said...

We're missing you like crazy. We love you guys. Can't wait to see you at Christmas.

November 29, 2008 6:35 PM

Blogger Heidi Peterson said...

hey! when did you guys go to London? Fun travels! Hope you are well!

December 01, 2008 1:19 AM

Blogger becca said...

Thanks for you wonderful advice on the vacation--maybe we will take you up on your invitation someday!

December 03, 2008 11:00 PM

Blogger Lauren said...

Hey! I feel like it's been forever since we've seen you guys! How are you liking it back east? Do you mind emailing me your mailing address? lmartino235@aol.com
Thanks! I hope you guys are doing great!

December 07, 2008 10:39 PM


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