Monday, December 31, 2012

2012, I hardly knew ye

For me, 2012 feels like the fastest year that there ever was, and that scares me. They always say that the older you get, the faster time flies by, well that is certainly true and I'm certainly freaked out. I'd love to go back to being nine when every year seemed to inch by at a snail's pace... long stretches of time to count off between my birthday and then summer vacation before the long wait onto Christmas. Now, I barely have to blink before another year has gone (and another grey hair has arrived... what's that all about?!).

So since it's officially Veille du Jour de l'An, it's time to bid a proper farewell to 2012. May it rest in peace. 
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2012 kicked off rather sadly for me, we were only a couple of days in when I found out that dear, sweet, stalking Vicky had passed away, leaving me rather sad and Fifty lonely for his friend. 

But life moves on and luckily I had somethings to distract me, like gloating over a rugby win in my jammies and Honey Jr saving me from my own stupidity. I regaled you with tales of my affinity for Gypsies (although I never did make it to that pilgrimage), how I cooked something that The Husband actually hated (omg... it turns out that there is something that The Food Whore actually doesn't like to eat!!!) and surprise... we ate more cheese

February began cold and covered in snow, which of course meant 4-wheelin and sledding with Fifty in tow. And then it was the most wonderful day of the year... my birthday, and it was so cold, I practically froze my hiney off while having to repeatedly, blow dry frozen pipes outside my house thanks to an icy mistral, but it was nothing that a little Pride & Prejudice and Kir Royals couldn't cure. 

My birthday was celebrated in the most uncoordinated, SNAFU sort of ways but it all worked out in the end and was made even extra special by a present given to me by RoRo and the French Rugby team

After my birthday, The Husband was struck down by the awful grippe that was making it's way around France and every five minutes he would declare, "I die soon" (I barely held onto my sanity through that one and what did I get for my trouble... my very own case of the flu).

We managed to shake off the germs in time to celebrate La Petite's first birthday and a Hotel California-like trip to Toulon

In April it seemed like everyone in Le Petit Village had a birthday, first, La Croupier had a surprise flashmob to celebrate her 30th and then Gatz turned thirty as well with not one, but two parties. To escape all of the birthday madness, I went to Aix to see Mrs. London and my friend, Zara. 

After Aix, there was one more birthday, Honey's Honey turned a whole 24 years old (I bet she doesn't have that grey hair problem) to distract us from all of the French presidential brouhaha that commenced in a Hunger Games-esque type fashion (no, they did not battle it out to the death, although that's an interesting idea... ).  

In May something big happened in The LPV, we left it. Sure we left it with what seemed like trip after trip to Toulon, but we really left it when we moved to the all new Le Petit Village (a whole six miles down the road and through the forest away).

Summer began with a pig roast (the most disgusting of disgusting pig roasts), and lots of unpacking and adjusting to my new surroundings (omg... my kitchen has drawers and cabinets!!!).

But even though we were happy in our new home, we still missed Le Petit Village and Les Villagers so we returned for a bbq and Pétanque at Honey Jr's followed by some hay bale rolling fun (if you have never rolled hay bales through a small mountain village in France well then you are definitely missing out... go ahead and add it to you Bucket List immediately). 

Lots of other marvelous things happened in June... The Husband turned thirty, we spent the weekend in Avignon to recuperate, Honey Jr and Brother-in-Law's 'Brazil Day' was exported to another village (one even smaller than The LPV), The Husband's step-grandma turned 90 (and I schooled some Marseillais in Pétanque), La Petite was baptized (with some of the congregation dressed as extras from My Big Fat Gyspy Wedding) and I let you in on a big, big secret.... The Husband's name is Gregory (and not in fact, Grégoire as some might think). 

As summer does tend to pass by in the blink of an eye, it wasn't long before it was the dog days of August, and another Brazil Day (this one back in the original LPV). August was so hot that I found a frog hanging out on my living room wall desperately trying to escape the heat. But thankfully as September rolled in, the heatwave broke just in time for la rentrée and the arrival of my mother & co for our staycation

And what a staycation it was, we were here, there, and everywhere (Avignon, Gordes, Cassis, Saint-Rémy and Les-Baux-de-Provence, and Aix). 

When the Staycation came to a close and my visitors returned to the States, Autumn arrived and with it more friends. Texan Sarah came for a weekend with her husband and we were back to Marseille and Cassis again and since heaven forbid we let the grass grow under our feet, off to Toulon we were for some more rugby and mischief, this time, bringing Mr & Mrs London home with us so they could attend Child Bride's 'F Halloween party'.

And then oh my heavens how in the name of Snooki did it turn into November so quickly?! November is full on hunting season in Le Petit Village so Papa's Wife, The Husband and me formed our own little anti-hunting club consisting of long Sunday lunches and afternoon movie sessions. But we did have to abandon Papa's Wife for a Thanksgiving weekend in Toulon, where Fifty met his cousin Napoleon, and I came face to face with the Grinch that stole Thanksgiving.

With December comes winter and in Le Petit Village, winter means one thing... Raclette. And for the first time ever, Le Raclette was hosted by Gatz in his spanking new apartment. Clearly impressed by his hosting skills, Gatz was adamant that we come over for a Tartiflette as well even though The Husband told him over and over again that we were staying home to decorate our Petit Sapin de Noël.

And that's basically it. December flew by with the arrival of my mother, another trip to Toulon for another Raclette and some rugby, we went to Aix to see the Christmas lights and I impersonated one of Santa's Little Helpers, we celebrated Christmas and St. Stephen's Day (haven't told you about those yet... ) and here I am... sitting in my new Christmas jammies, waiting for Mrs. London to let me know if she and Mr. London will be joining us this evening, and counting down the hours left in 2012. 

T-minus 12 hours and 56 minutes left to go.

P.S. Tonight I will be toasting to all of you dear friends. Cheers to each and everyone of you and may your 2013 be full of everything your heart desires, but mostly, may it be full of good health, happiness and love. 


  1. and cheers to you! what a year of joy. so much happy to all in LPV!

  2. Happy New Year! I'm also in my jimjams still, I feel the need to get off my bum and start cleaning my apartment(even though I'm not hosting tonight's festivities) to start the new year right. Any minute now...

    PS "I die soon" - I loved this ha ha!

  3. What a great year! Happy New Year to you and all the best for 2013!! :)



  4. Looks like your year was pretty amazing for you :) hope you have an even greater 2013!

  5. Happy New Year to you and Gregory and Fifty. You pack more into one month than some do into a full year. I hope you have a very special 2013. I look forward to more tales about living in the new LPV and all of the assorted characters that are part of your life.

  6. My, what a year! You and your entourage could very well become the poster children for French country life! :-) Happy New Year to you Sarah. I will be looking forward to reading more of your entertaining stories in 2013! Veronique (French Girl in Seattle)

  7. Happy New Year! Thank you for wonderful posts and a glimpse into life in the LPV and the LPV 2.0. I hope you're drinking something swell this evening!

  8. Bonne Année 2013 à toi Sara! Wishing you all the best from Dublin Fair City, bisous

  9. Happiest of New Years to you, Gregory, Fifty, and "the villagers!"

  10. Happy New Year, Sara Louise & Bradly Cooper!!

  11. Happiest of new years dear lady and may 2013 be the year that you and I finally meet face to face....or glass to glass might be more accurate!

  12. Here's to a happy, healthy 2013 and thanks for you great blog memories from 2012!

  13. I am so glad I am not the only one who feels like that about 2012. I have no idea how it could fly by so fast. Really no idea. It feels like it only started a month ago. So weird.
    But have a happy and wonderful 2013!!!

  14. I absolutely love your recap - it was a good way for me to read through some of the things that I missed throughout the year. I always love your writing and hearing about life in LPV :)
    Happy 2013, darling! I hope you drank lots of champagne and had a lovely evening in celebration! xo

  15. What a year you've had! Can't wait to see what 2013 brings!

  16. WHAT A YEAR, gosh time flies! Hope you had a wonderful time celebrating!

  17. What a year you've had!! Times does fly. It's freaky. I was going to bitch about the winter being here but it will be spring before we know it, so might as well enjoy being cozy inside.

    So I was hoping the christening story would have made it into this "Best of 2012", but something tells me us readers were more entertained by this event than you were. Didn't you get all dolled up and some guests showed up in track suits and grandparents were across the street at the bar? If my memory serves me correctly....HAHAHAHA I friggin loved that post!!



    1. Um Ella... of course it made it into the post! That shiz was classic! Check under the hay bale rolling photo where I mention that I looked like I stumbled upon a cast of extras from My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

  18. Whaaa. I want to move to France... it sounds so much more exciting than Norway.. Ha.. wait til you get to be MY age... I barely BLINK and yet another year is GONE...
    Happy New Year!

  19. Happy New Year! Last year in review looked quite varied and interesting for you. I only just read the pig roast incident. Very amusing.

  20. I'm so impressed that you go this done on NYE! I remember a few of these 'moments' (that always makes me feel warm and fuzzy) but it's also a great way of catching up on things you missed completely. For instance, I don't think I've ever heard/'read' you refer to the husband as the food whore! Cute! Happy 2013 Sara xoxox


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