This is something one of my best friends found on the internet, and as soon as I saw it I knew I had to share it with you all. And, honestly? This is totally true. On Christmas, it rained all day and it hasn’t really stopped since.
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This is a picture of one of my favourite places in Northern Ireland, the Great Victoria Mall in Belfast, all decked out in Christmas Lights. It’s absolutely beautiful there and I really hope to go back before I move back to America.
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“Remember that time we went to Paris…”
My teammates and I took a wee trip to France with two of our friends from Camp Shamrock. We saw a bunch of sights and enjoyed some really nice weather, but we were so glad to get back to Coleraine at the end of the trip. Here are my favourite pictures from Paris!
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“Remember that time we went to Paris…”
Notre dame through the louvre.
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“Remember that time we went to Paris…”
More pictures later
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Birthdays are crap. I don’t even know why I bother.
I am a person that seems to be plagued by terribly awkward moments. I swear, embarrassment seems to follow me. Today I was teased endlessly about something awkward that happened yesterday, so I decided that today and tomorrow’s posts would be dedicated to sharing my two favorite awkward moments that have happened during my time in Northern Ireland.
The first one took place in Belfast, the capital city of Northern Ireland. I traveled down for the day with my teammate to take notes on a peace document that the government was putting into action, so when the lecture ended and it was time to leave…I realized that I didn’t have a taxi number for the city of Belfast. ‘Crap’, I thought to myself. Dialing the number for the o2 directory, I asked to be connected to any taxi company in the Belfast area. The operator put me through to some random company. This was the conversation that followed:
Man on the phone: “…heya?”
Me: “Heya, can I get a pick up from 23 somethingorother road?”
Man: “…I’m sorry”
Me: Thinking it was my accent that was making me hard to understand, I repeat myself a little bit slower, “…can I get a pick up from 23 somethingorother road…?”
Man: “…you want me to pick you up, Love?”
Me: ‘Well, no…not anymore, you big creep..’ I thought to myself, but replied, “…um, yeah…”
Man: “…..”
Me: It is in this moment that I realize the taxi company connected me to the wrong number.
Man: “Love, I think you have the wrong number.”
Me: “Me too. Sorry.” I quickly hang up and look over to my teammate. Needless to say, she’s laughing her head off at my misfortune. I realize how funny it all is and join in.
I love awkward moments. More to follow in the morning!
I am not a fan of Fridays any longer because today ruined them for me.
I got up really early this morning to drive down to Belfast with my coordinators and two of my teammates to pick up the two directors of the missionary program we’re in. I was super pumped for the day, especially since it was bright and sunny outside instead of the usual ‘gloom and doom’ gray. Everything went fine for the first few hours.
After stopping for a cup of tea, we all piled into the minivan and began the hour and a half journey to the Belfast International Airport. We sang along to the radio and it was a lovely time. However, I was really nervous. You see, the director’s visit is kind of a scary thing for AIMers on field. They are planning to stay a total of five days and the hour and a half car ride after we picked them up was the longest conversation I’ve ever had with them…and I had no idea of what to say. Not a freaking clue. I probably looked and sounded like I was a toy short of a happy meal the entire journey home.
Another thing I feel like I should mention is that I have been trying out a new deodorant for the last few days…and today I learned that it just doesn’t work for me. I smelled pretty bad, because I also learned today that I am a nervous sweater. That wouldn’t have been so bad, except that I wouldn’t be able to go home until late that evening. I got to wear a sweaty, smelly gray shirt for thirteen hours. That is, thirteen hours while I was trying my hardest to make a good impression on these people.
Well, dinner time rolled around and the directors came for dinner and tea at our boy teammates’ apartment. I was somewhat relieved that the evening was almost over and things were going better for me. The group went off to the local Tesco’s to grab some things for dessert and I stayed behind to clean up after dinner and make enough tea for everyone. When they got back, I started handing out the cups of tea and just as I was about to go into the reception room to join the group again…I was singled out by the wife of one of the directors. I was surprised, but I sat down and we had a wee chat about several little things before one of my boy teammates sat down beside us.
Instantly I was uneasy after he joined us, because he sometimes doesn’t realize how things might sound after he says them. But, I grinned and continued on like nothing was wrong. We get to talking, and the natural conversation moves along and I start to realize how…close this boy teammate and I sound. I try to veer the conversation elsewhere, somewhere safe, when the boy teammate decides to ask her if the directors knew about his girlfriend (who is back in the states and who he really, really likes). However, the conversation goes a little like this:
Him: “SO. I want to ask you something…”
Her: “Uh, yes?”
Him: “Do you know about…?”
Her: She kind of gets this weird look in her eye and looks between the two of us, “Are you secretly engaged?”
Me: “NO. He’s asking if you guys know that he has a girlfriend?!?!!?@1”
I was absolutely mortified. First of all, I would never date this boy. Ever. I am, in no way, attracted to him or even comfortable having more than a five minute conversation with him. I know him well, yes, but I don’t really know him. I try to save it with a little joke:
Me: “No, I just couldn’t imagine dating a teammate. I mean, I know them too well…dating a teammate is just something I would never do.”
Then, I remembered that she had married her teammate and he was my director. I also remembered that the other director had also married his teammate. I just could not win.
So, there I was. Sitting with an empty cup of tea, wearing a sweaty shirt and feeling the most awkward I have felt in a long time and I have just gone and basically insulted someone I was trying to become more comfortable with.
…maybe I am a toy short of a happy meal. It would make a lot of sense.
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My camera! It’s Canon Rebel XT with a Macro Lens and I absolutely love it.
It has been ages since I last (intentionally) wrote in this blog and I am sorry for that. However, what this blog originally was and originally stood for is irrelevant to me and my life now. I have come a long way (really, like thousands of miles) and I have transformed into a different woman than the girl that started this blog back in June or July of 2009. Yes, I know it was barely a year ago…but my story has changed and my life is very different.
So, please hold on while I update and fix this blog a little bit. Pardon my dust, if you will. I promise that the final product will be something I’m far more proud of.
Sincerely,
Kelly
p.s. The last several posts (especially the one about the Zombie film I was in) were meant to go in other blogs and projects of mine, so I’m sorry if anyone was confused by them.
