London is Loverly

We have arrived. First impressions: Heathrow Airport is not ready for Olympics. Expess is great way to get into town. Jet lag is hell. British have better sense of humor than I thought. Mary is a great traveling companion. Exchange rate not so good. This is easy town to walk around providing you know which way to look for cars. Coventry Garden has lots of pigeons. Hard to find Pepsi with crushed ice. Will let you know more later. On our way to afternoon matins at St Paul Cathedral. Going to light candle for Diana.

Phishing for Fun

Many of my loyal readers know that I am London bound this week in honor of the Royal Wedding.  My preparations have been intense (I have even cleaned the frig and washed the clothes).  Trying to review all contingencies is one of my strong suits or obessions (according to the family).


So now I wonder what would happen if I was mugged in London and tried to get my friends to wire me funds!   Oh no, would they think it was a scam and ignore.  Early on in my Facebook years, someone did manage to hack my account and send out a desperate plea to my 500 plus bestest buddies!  And guess how many of them were concerned.  ONE!  That's right only one person called to determine if I was in need.  Thank you Leroy Houser.  


Such is my concern that I have decided to take precautions ahead of time.  Let's just go ahead and assume that I will need some extra pounds on my trip abroad.  Go ahead and drop me some cash in the mailbox and that way I won't have to worry anyone while I am away.  If each of my 1000 plus friends sent a dollar or two then I am certain I could pay my ransom and share a brew with my kidnappers.  It pays to be prepared!  Or rather, please pay me to be prepared.  


Pip, pip and cheerio.

Fairy Tales Do Come True

As the Royal Wedding looms ever closer, several of my friends and family still can't believe that I'm going to London for the wedding.  Mind you, if they have assumed or any of my gentle readers have assumed, that I falsely believe that I would actually be invited to the event then you are sadly mistaken.  But one can always dream!

And dream I do!  Growing up as the only girl amongst 3 brothers and now the mother of 4 boys, I have always had my "inner princess" to keep my head in the clouds while fists and shouts go around.  After all, my first nickname was "Cindyrella" which was titled to me by my grandmother (whose nickname was Hobble Gobble - now that's another whole blog in and of itself).  As Cindyrella I would prance around with all the grace of a wicked stepsister; no ballet, modeling classes or acting lessons would ever propel me into the world of womanly wiles.  No, I would advance not be stepping on others but leaping and falling over them on my way to the top.  


Yes, dreams and hopes are a wonderful thing!  In my dreams I am a well-groomed lady with young gentlemen for sons who swoon and swoop at my every lady-like command, my husband is my charming prince ready to take care of all my whims and worries and my friends are my ladies-in-waiting who wait for no instructions on my care and needs.  And if dreams can not be the everyday reality, then the Royal Wedding festivities and fever offer us all a chance to not only dream but be a part of the reality.  


A fairy tale for few but a dream come true for everyone!