Dreaming Jane

Last night, my dreams had a wonderful twist. I've always been a big fan Jane Austen books. Love, love LOVE them! And my dreams seemed to incorporate that very love into last night's adventure.


My sisters and I had to go to England because (even though this is not even remotely possible because we don't have relatives in England) a relative in England had passed away a VERY long time ago and her husband was too old to take care of their house all alone. So he asked my sisters to come and visit him until he could have a permanent assistant to help him with the up keep of the house. We ask how long of a visit we should pack for and he replied that we should bring clothes for approximately three days. Ok, weird. Flying all the way to England just to see him for three days. Whatever.


We arrive in England to be escorted to a chauffeured automobile, then transfered to a horse drawn carriage. Weird.... Modern buildings are going past us until there is a huge chunk of country side. Then we show up in a old fashioned village, almost like it was brought right out of An Austen Novel. Literally, it was pulled out of an Austen Novel!


We met our elderly relative, he was a very gentle, frail, man who, oddly enough, also looked like someone pulled out of and Austen Novel... K, this was really a weird place. It's like they had been frozen in time since the 1700's. Ends up being, that they were a special community of people who actually live like it was the 1700's, they preserve the history behind the Jane Austen books and are a frequently visited tourist stop for people, like my sisters and I, to taste the lifestyle of all of our favorite characters.


The reason for why we only needed three days worth of normal clothing was because he was going to buy us tailored period gowns.  Exciting, right?  Next thing to happen was a tour of the house. We met the cook (ya, he had a cook!). Then the fun started, we were shown our rooms, which were HUGE! After dropping off our luggage in our rooms, he led us outside and I saw the prettiest love seat swing hanging from the huge tree in the back. I started swinging on it. It was fun, but I didn't trust it enough to start swinging high or anything. I saw a quaint little garden patch next to the tree which I thought was just awesome!! Lots of herbs were growing in there along with some flowers.


Somehow (I don't remember seeing a tailor) I was wearing my custom period gown and started doing some heavy duty wandering around the house that was big enough that I got lost a couple times. I stumbled on an old dusty library that didn't look like it had been taken care of for a few years. Grandpa, which is what our relative asked us to call him, saw me looking at some of the dust covered books. Asked me about if I liked books, I told him my love for them. He allowed me complete jurisdiction over the refurbishment of the library, which use to be his wife's pride and joy. I asked him if we had enough money for a book doctor. He said that he had much money saved up that he didn't have a use for that I was welcome to use. So I set to work.


By the end of the dream, the library was newly polished, all of the old books were treated and rebound. My parents had come to village to see how we were doing during (however long it was since we arrived) our stay. Sisters and I showed them around the place, showed them the local markets, and the replicas of some of the mansions in the Jane Austen books. When it was time to leave, Grandpa had a nurse/maid and no longer needed our assistance. However, the last thing I remember is asking if I could stay...


Anyway, that was my dream. Hope you enjoyed it! :)

Dishwasher Dilemma

My dear readers, a funny story is about to revealed to you. But with every story, there needs to be a foreshadow story before hand. So here it goes.

I live with three other girls in my apartment, Jenny, Kara, and Sandra (names changed for privacy). When the three of us first moved in, there was a leak in our sink and and destroyed many rolls of paper towels and got into Jenny's powder dishwasher soap box, making a good part of the soap particle to adhere to each other, making a hard chunk at the bottom of the box. So, we've been living off of Kara's liquid soap for a very long time (it's one of those massive ones that you get from Costco). Well, that finally ran out. It was Sandra's turn to do the dishes, which she faithfully does every time her day comes about.

I was talking to Jenny when all of the sudden she screamed, "Ah!" she pointed her finger towards the dishwasher, "Look!", I turned around, thinking that it was a spider. At first I didn't notice it, but then I saw the dishwasher was oozing a steady stream of bubbles. Almost simultaneously, Jenny and I hollered, "Sandra!! How much soap did you put in the dishwasher?" Jenny quickly ran and turned the dishwasher off, Sandra came out, confused at the big puddle of bubbles underneath the dishwasher. She was confused because she had only filled one cup in the dishwasher like we always do. We asked her what soap she used and she said, "Well, I didn't see the normal soap so I used this kind." She revealed to us, Palmolive liquid dish soap.

Jenny and I start laughing and trying to find ways to catch the soap so that it no longer spreads across the floor, we also explained to Sandra that the liquid soap is not the same as dishwasher soap and shouldn't be used as such. Well, I think we sufficiently embarrassed her out of her mind, and she just kept saying, "I will never do that again". We start a rotation of three pans to collect the ever growing amounts of soap and made a secure dam of towels around the area so that any water that would or has made its presence of the floor, would be soaked up. There were so many bubbles coming out that it was a chore just trying to make sure that the pans did not over flow.

Well, here are pictures from this little adventure.

    

Julie/Julia Project

My recent movie that my loving film obsessed sister recommended to me was "Julie and Julia". I have found inspiration!!!

In the movie, Julie is doing a project on cooking 536 recipes in 365 days. While doing this challenge, she writes about what kinds of things happen to her when she's making the recipes. I liked the movie so much that I decided, "Hey! I wonder if the blog is still available for reading online?" Bad idea, I'm addicted, and I just can't stop reading about Julie's challenge!

Anyway, the inspiration I have is to write in you, my oh so newly dolled up blog, more often. I sometimes neglect you and you must feel so very lonesome. So I won't do that too often.

As a quick side note, my friend Victoria has a really funny clip on her blog. It will make you smile!! Here's the link to that blog page. {Victoria Ashley}. You will love her, she is such a sweet spirit that has the most infectious smile known to man.

Anyway, back to my astronomy homework which I'm procrastinating..................

Love,
BroadwayChick

Melancholy as ever

I'm really not in the mood for this nonsense. Classes are really pushing my buttons. It's so hard to do everything in constantly noisy environments. I can't seem to get a moments piece anywhere I go. My roommates are very loud. Always loud. Either have friends over or have the TV blasting. I can't get the noise to really be bearable, it's either total silence with ear plugs, which drives me insane because I have to have music going when I work. Or noise beyond all compare, which in itself is more distracting than anything else!

I just watched "Julie and Julia" when visiting my parents. It was a REALLY good movie, it reminded me that I really like to cook. Maybe someday, I will do the Julie challenge and make Julia Child recipes in a year. Anyway, I thought it looked fun. How cool is it that Julie got all that popularity from trying to do something exciting with her life by doing something she loves.

Heated

I personally can't understand why we have a heater and someone turns it off EVERY NIGHT! Then, since I'm the one who wakes up the earliest in the morning, I'm freezing my butt off. Really roomies, just leave the heater on! It's not that hard. My room reaches the freezing temperature of 20 degrees Fahrenheit, which is cold enough to make my mattress too cold for me sometimes. But, actually, they don't just turn off the heater, they switch it to "Cold". DUMB!!! You don't turn on the cooler when it's winter!! Really, commonsense people! You would think people would have it, but, no, I don't live with anyone with commonsense.