I Whip My Hair Back and ....

.... oh shit.

I have no hair to whip.   I cut it all off.  Actually a girl named Sarah cut it all off and gave me a chic British hair do.   You should have seen what a scene I caused in that salon.  Other ladies in the salon came up to me to tell me how brave they thought I was, as if I was donating a kidney.  All the stylists stopped what they were doing to watch.  It was actually a little embarrassing. 

Locks of Love is unheard of in England, so I found a place called Little Princess Trust to donate my pony tail to.

It was high time I got rid of that thing anyways.  It looked like a small marsupial was hanging out on my shoulder most of the time.

You nosy folks in blog land prolly want a sneak peak... so here it is....

 
My American friend Molly, and I had a girls night out afterwards.  And we decided to do ourselves up like girls from The Only Way is Essex.  Basically The Hills, but for England.  I'll never in my wildest dreams be tan enough to pass for a member of that cast, but we did wear fake eyelashes which is why my eyes look a lil droopy.  I've never worn them before so I think I need to master that skill.

Anyways thats all I have to report to you.  I miss my hair already.  I feel like a chubby version of Twiggy and I want it to grow back so I can at least put it into a bun again.  I didn't realize it was going to be this short.  But such is life, hair dressers always cut more than they say - don't you think?

Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?

Rather ravenously to be honest.  

I thought you might like to how green my thumb is...

We've got all sorts of stuff growing at Casa DeCourcy right now.

The only problem is we can't plant anything in our garden without it being terrorized by Heidi.

But, I'm pretty innovative and we have found some good growing solutions...

The hanging bags work like a charm because you can fit 7 plants in them 

and they are totally out of reach of the dog.  

They seem pretty happy in there so far,

 but we won't find out if there will be lots of tomatoes and tomatillos until later. 

Doesn't everything look so happy and healthy?  

Nick is getting a teensy bit irritated about the number of pots we have bought, 

but hopefully they will pay for themselves with fresh food goodness.  

I have big plans for making salsa. 

The only salsa you can buy over here is Old El Paso.  

Definitely not my favorite.... 

Thats why all visiting Americans are required to bring a jar of 

Rick Bayless's Tomatillo Salsa.

But hopefully this year I will be able to make my own!  

They don't even sell tomatillos in the grocery store here, 

in fact, no British person I have talked to even knows what they are.

In other news, people have been nagging me about this blog thing.  I wish I had new material, but truth be told, I haven't been getting busy that much lately.  My job is super duper horribly boring and I only really have my mind to entertain me which means no photos to share which means boring blogs usually.  But if you must know these are some things that have gone through my head at work lately...

(sorry for the repeats if you follow me on FB or twitter.)

• When I am at work I feel like Harry Potter must feel when there are dementors around.  You know when your soul gets sucked out and you feel like you'll never be happy again...?  Ok yeahhhh debbie downer.  
• I had the thought that I was Ash Ketchum the other day and that Heidi was pikachu and that I could tell her to shock everyone on campus.  That made work enjoyable for a few minutes.
• I have been thinking about quitting my job to pursue my dream of being in a 50 cent video, but everyone keeps laughing at me.  I don't really know why... 
• Today I occupied myself by reading The Jungle Book for the 2nd time.  Yeah I read the whole book today, at work, in it's entirety.  I need a Kindle.
• A few days ago I bought myself a pack of mints and ate them as slowly as possible for entertainment.  
• I put on hand lotion frequently to give myself something to do.
• On Wednesday I only sold £3.00 worth of stuff the whole day, and 60p of that was a candy bar I bought myself to eat because I was soooo bored.

In all seriousness I really need a new job.  I feel shitty saying that because when I was unemployed I told God that ANY job would make me happy, but I am a liar (public confession).  I need a job with challenges.  There are very few opportunities in Sheffield though so if any one wants to see my resume in the USA holler atcha girl.  I'm so ready to move stateside.  

In a positive note tomorrow is the Eurovision Song Contest and I am soooo excited for the ultimate display of Eurotrash to occur.  You can see my Eurovision 2010 Highlights post here.

Royal Wedding Shenanigans

You are all probably sitting on the edge of your seats pressing the refresh button on Kelly Leigh Gets Busy waiting for me to update it with some Royal Wedding Action.  Well your wish is my command friends.  

Because there is a million pictures of Kate and Wills on the internet I'll spare you my opinions on that.  But I will say I found the contrast of American reporting on the subject vs British reporting very fascinating.  A highlight was when my mom called to tell me she was on the Dukan Diet because thats what Kate is on and she is soo skinny.  Meanwhile the British press was actually saying Kate had pre-wedding jitters and was super busy resulting in unwanted weight loss, thus she was trying to GAIN weight to look a lil more curvaceous in her dress.  Either way lets just say she was banging.  (ps. my mom says the Dukan diet is working like a charm for those of you wondering.)

I love Kate, and I love ALL the royals actually.  But the Queen is my absolute fave because she is 85!  Yes 85 people!  And she is just so dang spritely.  Did you see how charming she looked in her little yellow frock?  And her hubby, the duke, is 90!  What a pair!  I also have a soft spot for Harry, I think he is the much sexier prince.  Did anyone notice him totally macking on Pippa?  Those Middletons know how to bag a prince if you ask me!

My bad case of Royal fever meant I was couch bound with my own British Prince  from 9am - 1pm on Friday.  But luckily I was able to pull myself together, go take a shower and get my self to a Royal wedding street party.

We also met up with our friends Molly and Jimmy.  

Molly is from Wisconsin and got herself her own British Prince Charming too.  

See?

Molly is just cuter than Kate and Jimmy has A LOT more hair than Will.

Oh and look we met a Queen!  

A drag queen that is.

British people love drag.

They think it's hilarious.

I'm still a little too American to get the whole drag humor thing.

But I made sure to photograph this lovely lady for your viewing pleasure.

You are welcome.

Look there's the prince himself!

Smooches!

We proceded to get a little intoxicated in celebration,

met some new friendsies,

ordered french fries with cheese and mayo from one of those sketchy vans..... 

(wtf is that combination and why do they offer it to drunk ppl? Really not helping my diet.) 

And made a wig out of a dead beaver.

Hello someone needs to give me a hair cut in a bad way.

Congratulations Will and Kate!

Thank you for the fun day off work!

Cheers!