Hole in the..

The family is currently gallivanting about London, living in a flat reminiscent of Harry Potters's cozy quarters.

My mom seemed to think the photo below was an oopsy doodle, and who am I to argue otherwise.

Sine when did an ATM become a hole in the wall? Apparently since the English decided so.

You can think about this new meaning the next time you refer to your friend's apartment or the bar down the street as a total hole in the wall.

How do you solve a problem like Maria?

Sisters at a convent probably make you think of praying, the Sound of Music, ancient ladies and quiet voices.

The Sisters of St. Catherine are apparently a bit edgier, with a dark side to boot. Nothing says I love Jesus like a painting of a skeleton-faced nun, impaling faces.

Outfit malfunction

Apparently I took the month of October off. I guess zombies, haunted basements and pub crawls just weren't funny enough. No worries. Oopsydoodles is still barely H1N1 free, and ready for embarrassing action.

Lets start with a trip to the Wedge Food Co-op, where Laura and I witnessed the literal wedge.

Shoepsydoodles.

Once upon a time there was a girl named Rachel. She woke up on Monday morning, got dressed, and walked to work.

Once seated at her desk, a coworker politely asked her to take a look at her shoes. This is when she first noticed her mistake. The positive: she was wearing two shoes. The negative: they were completely different.

Shoepsydoodles.

Rachel: Two points for you, one for each foot.

Hot eats, cool treats!

When visiting ancient Mayan ruins, you don't expect to stumble across a basic Dairy Queen, boasting the same blizzards as the DQ on Snelling in St. Paul. Am I upset with this outrageous display of Americanization? Of course not, bring on the ice cream!

Street Cleaning or a game of "Trust Walk?"

Street cleaning is no easy task, and you have to hand it to the Mexicans at their desire for face-safety. Who needs a face mask when a shirt covering your entire head does the same trick?

Back from Mexico!

As much as I love relaxing on a sunny, warm beach, there is nothing more rewarding than international Oopsydoodles. While this photo may seem like a charming "Facebook shot," please note the man sitting behind me, in nothing other than a red speedo. How do they manage to find me?