I wish!

I was browsing through the blog roll yesterday, catching up on all the fun things my friends, family and the complete strangers I stalk did over the weekend when I came to The Pioneer Woman’s latest update. She was on The View last week and posted a link to the video of her visit. I thought I’d check it out… cuz who doesn’t love Whoopi Goldberg (flashback: when I was in 9th grade choir we performed Sister Act songs.... Good times!)… and clicked on the link she provided. The results didn’t turn out as I expected.

I got this:

In case you can’t read what it says by the arrows:


Really!? You think Utah is international? I mean, sometimes I’d like to think that some of the people I run into are foreigners (like this) but there are other places in the U.S. that I think should be considered more “international” than Utah. (But, so as not to offend anyone I've decided to not make a list! Although if I did, Alabama may or may not be on that list. Shout out to Alabama!)

But this experience did make me start thinking of getting away… London, Paris, New York.

Oh, dear. I can’t think about London and France in the same sentence without thinking of underpants. You know what I’m talkin’ about! (And that leads to too many scarring elementary school flashback. We’re not gonna go there!)

It also makes me think of Canada, and how Canadians say “aboot” instead of “about” and end all their sentences in “eh”!

Foreign accents are sexy, eh? (Is it getting hot in here?)

I need a distraction... oh, I know...

When I was a kid I had some cousins who lived in Australia and whenever they came to visit I was SO jealous of their accent. I’d pretend to have an Australian accent for weeks after. I bet I sounded like a dork!

And once, when I was in England (Bath, England to be exact) with my sister and my friend, Kathleen, I dared my sister to go up to the lady in a children’s bookshop and ask for directions… using a British accent. She did. Those were the days when she never turned down a bet, now she thinks more before she acts, but this is how it went down…

Sister: “Pardon me, but could you tell me where the nearest Marks & Spencer store is?” (Remember... british accent.)
Clerk: “Of course, dear, you just ……”

We may have blown our cover when Kathleen and I burst out laughing just a few feet from them. Or maybe we had her fooled. Or maybe she rolled her eyes as soon as we left and thought, “stoopid Americans!” (Yes, stoopid, not stupid. You have to pucker your lips when you say it. Wait, does that make it into a French accent? I like saying stupid with a French accent! Of course, I like saying "french" with a French accent, too. Come on, say it, you know you want to! If you need examples I'd be happy to provide them in person. No recordings will be posted on this website so that you may mock me endlessly for the rest of time.)

I have other “foreign” stories I want to share but I think they would be more appropriate with pictures or illustrations, so I’ll have to work on that! So...

Happy Khmer New Year (Cambodia) and Happy Thai New Year (Thailand)!

(See, now don’t you feel like you’re practically in another land?! Consider yourself foreignly educated!)