Top 10 Exapt Blog Award!
I woke up this morning, and, as usual, I reached for my phone to see what news and views and shenanigans are going on in the world and lo and behold I spy a comment on my blog to tell me that I’ve won an award for writing stuff and nonsense!
That’s a lovely thing to wake up to! Hurrah for me! :)
I simply must get myself invited to an American wedding. This is going on our TO DO list. It is essential for blogging purposes, you understand. I hear they are very, very different from ours. This post highlights the differences even more….
In fact, not just an invite required. I need to be a bridesmaid……
These little beasts are going to be making a comeback to the area, it’s been reported.
They’ve popped off for 17 years and now decide that it might be nice to get their horrid little arses back to Maryland…
They’re like LOCUSTS apparently! “Cicadas are benign to humans under normal circumstances and do not bite or sting in a true sense, but may mistake a person’s arm or other part of their body for a tree or plant limb and attempt to feed. Cicadas have a long proboscis, under their head, which they insert into plant stems in order to feed on sap. It can be painful if they attempt to pierce a person’s skin with it….”
Kids ‘n’ cars
So, in the UK if you saw a 16 year old driving a car, you’d be like ‘STOP, THIEF’ (I can speak from actual experience since my car was stolen by a 12 year old).
The fact is that I have to stop myself yelling this every time I drive in to Harry’s school because the kids who can are driving massive trucks and sports cars, and I almost swerve every morning as I’m mesmerised by these little people driving big people’s cars.
It’s only a year’s difference from the UK to get the driving licence, but I think you would rarely see a 17 year old in the UK a) driving to school, b) driving a Mustang or an SUV c) driving legitimately!
So my husband has had to get a new car, since his clapped out banger Ford Taurus has dribbled its last bit of engine oil on our drive way. (I refused to get in the beast whilst it was on its last legs).
So, we are now the proud owners of a Buick. His excitement at getting an American car was a joy to see! ‘A cool car,’ he declared, smoothing the bonnet / hood of his newly named ‘Funcle Buck’.
However, his joy was slowly dissipated by the fact that, upon a Google search of Buick, we find that it is referred to as the American seniors’ car – a reliable, comfortable car for the older generation in the USA. How I laughed!
There’s something quite ’70s/80s Starsky and Hutch about it, don’t you think….?