Month: June 2010
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à bientôt
This is it. Last day to finish up at the old chez moi. Here’s a question…. How come when The Husband moved into our old place it wasn’t clean, and our new house wasn’t cleaned for us, but I have to spend a day cleaning the old place to leave it clean for the new…
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Busy Busy Busy
It’s moving weekend. Yesterday we got the keys to our new home and have started the massive clean up (homes in France don’t come sparkling clean and empty). I want it clean clean clean before we move our stuff over. And that wonderful little garden I’m so excited about needs a little work… A lot…
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The Husband's Birthday
Yesterday, was The Husband’s birthday and to celebrate, I did something I rarely do, I baked (I’m a cooker, not much of a baker). (And if you remember a couple posts back, it was Brother-In-Law’s birthday only a few days ago… guess what Papa likes to do in September… bowchickabowwow). We have a teeny tiny…
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Rugby… Doggy Style
The Sporting Event That Cannot Be Named may be going on in South Africa at the moment, but here in Le Petit Village, we’re in the middle of our own tournament… Doggy Rugby What’s that you say? Doggy Rugby? Two dogs vs one man in a clash… Oh hell, I don’t know what I’m talking…
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I'm Too Old For This
It was Brother-In-Law’s birthday over the weekend and guess what he wanted to do… Dinner in Avignon? Nope. Nightclub in Aix en Provence? Nope. Party in the woods, outside Le Petit Village? Yep. Um, OK. Do I have to go? Yep. I don’t really have much to say about being at a party in the…
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A Beautiful Break
I’m tired of all this The Sporting Event That Cannot Be Named nonsense and am taking a break today to share some blogger love… Sweet, Breakfast at Tiffany’s loving, Rochelle at Penmanship of a Teenage Writer passed on the Beautiful Blogger Award to me. Merci beaucoup Rochelle! It’s such a treat to be told that my…
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World Cup Fever Strikes Again!
I have a new nemesis… The World Cup. Not only did it close restaurants in the surrounding villages last Friday, ruining my dinner out, but last night, my beloved Pizza Night, also fell to the fever. The pizza man must be a fan of New Zealand, Slovakia, Portugal, The Ivory Coast, Brazil, or North Korea…
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Kitchen Closed, Bar Open
How hard is it to get a meal on a Friday night? Friday nights, I don’t really like to cook. Not sure why, just don’t. The Husband usually takes pity on me and we go out. But last Friday, France was playing Uruguay in the World Cup, and even though The Husband is a rugby…
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New Home Hunting Take 3
I have been defeated. OK, not defeated per se, but I am giving up, for now. Between my 17 days in Dublin, limited French skills, and guests arriving this summer, we (I) couldn’t wait around to find a house that we (I) love. They do things much slower here and I feared it would be…
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It's On
The view from my kitchen window… THEY’RE HERE! (Say it in your head like that little girl in Poltergeist). Tourist season is officially on. Like Donkey Kong. (Sorry, every time I say “on like Donkey Kong”, I laugh) bisou
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