Why I love British People

Last week, I made this comment in deleterius about a story that was full of the American Transfer Student Brit-Bashing that seems to crop up quite frequently in fan fiction:

If When I get to the UK, I solomnly promise the following:

1. I will not make comments about anyone's 'cute' accents. When in England I am the one with the accent after all.

2. I will not assume that you know nothing of American culture, after all it has been forced upon you in the form of bad television shows and McDonalds. (Although I blame you lot for American Idol)

3. I will not cast aspersions about the weather. I'm from New Jersey, I know from rain. And I've watched enough episodes of Ground Force on BBC America to know that you get some lovely weather.

4. I will not get angry at you if I misunderstand the meaning of a word.

5. I will not assume you think I'm the coolest thing on earth just because I'm from America.

In return I ask that you not think me a complete idiot when I do my best to act like a native of your lovely country by using the slang and possibly affecting an accent, if I'm there long enough. It's been a dream of mine, I probably won't be able to help myself. Just humor me. Or humour me. Whatever.

And I got about 5 offers to buy me a drink at whatever pub is their local one when I do get there.

Which is just cool.

Why I love British People

Last week, I made this comment in deleterius about a story that was full of the American Transfer Student Brit-Bashing that seems to crop up quite frequently in fan fiction:

If When I get to the UK, I solomnly promise the following:

1. I will not make comments about anyone's 'cute' accents. When in England I am the one with the accent after all.

2. I will not assume that you know nothing of American culture, after all it has been forced upon you in the form of bad television shows and McDonalds. (Although I blame you lot for American Idol)

3. I will not cast aspersions about the weather. I'm from New Jersey, I know from rain. And I've watched enough episodes of Ground Force on BBC America to know that you get some lovely weather.

4. I will not get angry at you if I misunderstand the meaning of a word.

5. I will not assume you think I'm the coolest thing on earth just because I'm from America.

In return I ask that you not think me a complete idiot when I do my best to act like a native of your lovely country by using the slang and possibly affecting an accent, if I'm there long enough. It's been a dream of mine, I probably won't be able to help myself. Just humor me. Or humour me. Whatever.

And I got about 5 offers to buy me a drink at whatever pub is their local one when I do get there.

Which is just cool.

Gonna take a sentimental journey

There are different kinds of rites of passages; the kind that are long steeped in tradition, and you can mentally prepare for, like your child's first step, his first day of Kindergarten, graduations, etc. You know those are the biggies, you expect them to be sentimental, or touching, and you prepare accordingly. Then there are the more subtle ones, like the first time your son insists on going into the boy's bathroom, or wants to pick out his own clothes to wear. You don't really see those coming, and when they do you are struck with the fact that your baby has taken another step towards growing up.

Then there are ones that fall kind of in the middle; the moments that you know are important, but just didn't think to prepare yourself for.

( Like riding a two-wheeler )

Gonna take a sentimental journey

There are different kinds of rites of passages; the kind that are long steeped in tradition, and you can mentally prepare for, like your child's first step, his first day of Kindergarten, graduations, etc. You know those are the biggies, you expect them to be sentimental, or touching, and you prepare accordingly. Then there are the more subtle ones, like the first time your son insists on going into the boy's bathroom, or wants to pick out his own clothes to wear. You don't really see those coming, and when they do you are struck with the fact that your baby has taken another step towards growing up.

Then there are ones that fall kind of in the middle; the moments that you know are important, but just didn't think to prepare yourself for.

( Like riding a two-wheeler )

A true nature's child

Here are just a few of the millions of photos I took of Charlie on his bicycle. My photo program that came with my camera has a 'slide show' option, and when I play the slides of the biking photos, I feel like I should be also playing a song like "Turn, Turn, Turn" or something.

( I want to ride my bicycle )

As soon as we got home today, after his homework, we went to the parking lot so he could practice. Then we came home, had dinner, and went back. He didn't even want to watch Wheel of Fortune.

This evening he had his first real bicycle spill - he now has that time honored badge of childhood - skinned elbows. He's fine though, got right back on his bike. By the end of the evening he was zooming around like he was born to it.