Dancers Side View

This is one of my favorites.

An aerial view of all the wild west dancers.

This one was my favorite. I think it's the shoes and the bows.

You can see the entire time-consuming process here: Making Wild West Dancers. I learned a lot. =)

Then Joyce brought in a spring loaded gun. Sarah and I retaliated with a shotgun (her) and dollar store, single shot dart guns.

Then my boss sends us this link: http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1394288/the_great_office_war/

And Nerf envy was all that colored us. We had to have better weaponry. We HAD to.

And I have to say, I find Nerf guns more fun than anything else I have in years. There’s nothing quite like running around the house or work giggling as you try to sneak up on people and shoot them, only to get shot yourself and then duck away, laughing. I can’t remember ever being so happy. I may need stock in Nerf!

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I hope all three of my readers will “vote” for me or whatever it is that needs to happen. I’ll put up a link to the video as soon as I know what it is.

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I believe in God. I don’t think our brains can quite encompass all that God is and God is different for everyone. I believe that all religions boil down to the basic precept of be good to each other. Be good to those you love, and those who love you (they may not always be the same people). Good does not always mean nice. Laugh at life’s absurdities. Appreciate nature for all her glory, she works hard to show us the mysteries of life. Appreciate man for his creative ingenuity. For good or bad results, we are amazing creatures. Respect and trust are earned, not a free privilege as many assume. Listen.

That’s it. Any more than that, and it gets too complicated to remember.

Please leave a $1 in the basket to save your seat on the train to hell…I mean to save your soul.

Anyone who knows me knows that I can go without a lot of sleep, especially when I’m on vacation. I really only need a few hours to get recharged. Every once in a while I’ll crash for a good amount of time, but it doesn’t happen often. So, I was up again around 9am, ready to go. I let Deb sleep while I showered, then annoyed her out of bed. She was a bit under the weather again, but not as bad.

Our destination for the day was Parliament and anything within the area of it: Westminster Abbey, the London Eye, Buckingham Palace. We take the Tube and head off, old pros by now. By the time we get there, we need food. I’m starving. But the only place we can find to eat is a noodle house. Not very authentic London food (it was probably better, mushy peas and all that).

Then we walk to get tickets for the London Eye. It’s essentially a huge, slow-moving ferris wheel with a fabulous panoramic view of London.

The line for this is huge, but moving. After a wait, we enter a car and start our gradual ascent. I am not fond of heights. Not afraid, just have great respect for the distance between me and the ground. So this is a bit of a challenge. I’m surrounded by glass on all sides with some great views of the city and nothing but metal and air beneath me. yeah…I tried not to think too much about it.

Still, we got some great pictures.

I think the funniest thing was we posed for the tourist picture they take of people riding the Eye. Most people didn’t pay attention, but we saw the camera and actually posed, then we didn’t bother looking at the print. We were such rude Americans.

After our ride, we walked by Parliament and Big Ben.

Then we head over to Westminster Abbey. Unfortunately, it’s Sunday and there are no tours since people apparently want to go to church or some godforsaken such thing. Feh. But the outside is beautiful.

And very tall.

We walk on to see Buckingham Palace. On the way, I get a picture of my next car.

I really think I need this for Bay Area traffic. Honest.

According to legend (ok the guide book, but it has a legend), the Queen parades through the park the first weekend in June. Strangely, she decided to do it the day before, which was still May. The moral of the story is, we missed it. Still, we saw the palace and the gates and fountain.

And somehow manage to not get any good shots of the palace itself. Bummer.

Then we walk some more, go find food and play in call boxes. The Brits don’t understand why we find these fascinating, but we do.

I got a few strange looks when banging on the door like I was trapped.

Then we went back to our room, slept for an hour and went pubbing. (Yes, it’s a word.) We found the Southwark Tavern, which turned out to be a favorite.

This is where I got my second marriage proposal. I was telling the story to the guys who decided to buy us drinks (that happened a lot, yay!), and Nelson (I could’ve had a Portugal stamp), told me that I should forget the Irish guy because he (Nelson) would make me happy. I have to say, I did consider taking him home, but German dude was still on my mind, though he wouldn’t come out on a school night (nor be tempted, damn it!). So both Deb and I went home empty handed.