Bar(th)celona

Dear Barcelona,

You tell your men that I'll be back.
And next time...when one of your beautiful brothers passes by...
instead of turning around and smiling coyly at my American slash British sisters,
I'm going to grab you Big Daddy Barcelona...by the...
pecs...and whisper mi gusta in your ear...and you're going to likee.

Mucho lovin' en nuestro futuro,
Mary Beth

Ok. Wow. That was really weird and creepy.
Pictures anyone?

To see the whole mac daddy collection click here



Gaudi

hot man on bike

Angie, Johnny, and Jo trying to look cool

el pigeon

Off to Bar(th)celona for the Week

This Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for...



I figured tapas, sangria, and spanish men (in tight jeans) were suitable replacements for turkey, stuffing, etc. No?

Pictures and stories...likely to follow.
See you next Lunes (Monday)!

I Don't Like to Laugh at Other People's Mistakes...

...but this one is just too hard not to.

My precious friend Angie came into work yesterday and discovered that a panel of cards was missing from her desk. So...she decided to be bold...and email all of UK Creative to hunt it down.

The following is Angie's email that was sent out to approximately 160 people.


It reads like so:

hello all...
not to be a noony...but...2 boards with song cards that I designed from KC are gone from my desk
these are my only copies so if you have them please let me know
i do need them back

thanks thanks!
-ang

A few hours later, someone asks Angie, "What is a noony?"
She responds, "You've never heard of a noony?"
So...they google it together...

from the Urban Dictionary
Noony: The female genitalia. The vagina.

Awesome.

Thursday News: Break In at Shipley Train Station...

Someone was veeery hungry.

Marlene's Response to the Last Post:

Mary Beth,

You had better get that foot checked…if infection sets in you could lose it………..do not let it go.
Is there a nurse at work?
Ask someone………Please………………….

Much love,
Mom

Ha. Thanks Mom!
"I will never let go Jack. I will never let go"
I love this foot too much...to lose it.
So much for positive thinking. Wow.

My Big Fat Club Foot is Jealous of her Skinny Twin

I did something to my right foot.

Lefty's lookin' good...but Righty's becoming quite the heifer these days.

Billy Blanks and I got it on twice last Saturday...barefoot.

Lesson Learned: Wear shoes when kicking a$$ (insert pathetic cry here)

Mystery Man Numero 5: The Man w/ the Ah-Mazing...um...Jeans

A Mystery Man is someone who is admired from a distance.
A woman must keep her mystery man at a distance for fear that the idea of him would be busted if a conversation was actually exchanged. You get to see all of him…thank you Father Jesus…and the rest of him (intelligence, sense of humor, maturity, relationship status, everything that really means anything) is whatever you want it to be.

Sighting:
Man-walking (in those jeans of his) into my apartment complex.

Physical Description:
Tall-ish...meaning tall enough for me.
Brown hair.
Strong, striking features.
...did I mention the jeans?

Eye Contact:
Crap...I got nervous and looked away.
I always do that. Why do I always do that?

Conversation:
Negs

MB Man Rating:
9.7
He looked American...and he lives in my apartment complex.
We totally already have something in common.

Assumption:
I'm going to go with: Total Guys Guy.
Independent, loves sports slash sports watching, probably can't cook if he tried...
and...I think he would love me.
That assumption needs to be attached to every Mystery Man.

Good Morning Sunshine...

...my lovely co-worker, Alfred, used to say that to me every morning.

This is the view that I admire as I vend my cuppa instant English coffee out of the machine at Hallmark.
Beauty enhances the flavor you see...

Funny British Pool Sign

Reads as follows:

Will Patrons Kindly Refrain from

No Running
No Pushing
No Acrobatics or Gymnastics
No Shouting
No Ducking
No Petting...that's my new least favorite word.
No Bombing
No Swimming in Diving Area
No Smoking

Thank You!

Not Judging...Just Observing

When people ask me what I think of the fashion in England...one thing always comes to mind.

(please see photo above)

When English girls dress up for a night out, the last thing they want to do is lug around a bunch of extra clothing.
Less is more, my friends.

Marlene would call this fashion trend...Whore-ific.

Just in Case You Wanted to Know...

WAISTCOAT=AMERICAN VEST

VEST TOP=AMERICAN TANK TOP

TANK TOP=AMERICAN SWEATER VEST

JUMPER=AMERICAN SWEATER/PULLOVER

Amen for Halloween!

The whole gang.



It's Jesus and the Zombie Wench

Weather Update

Looks like it's going to be another beautiful week here in West Yorkshire! Yawn. So over it.

Sometimes I feel like I'm being molested by clouds.
When they say, 'cloudy'...it's not like, normal cloudy.
They're low and all up on you.

I Gave Myself Permission...

You know those times when you're feeling soo super American and you kinda wanna (that's my American language) pretend like people aren't looking at you thinking...seriously?

I had an American moment the other day at the train station in Leeds.

By accident, I banged about three people with my massive luggage in the line at Starbucks. After a handful of dirty looks, I decided that it would be wise of me to order my Americano in an English accent.

And so I did...
...and then I got on the train and thought...ha. i seriously just did that.