Glass Vase + Ceramic Tile Floor.
Dagnabit! Good thing it was only 2 euro at IKEA.
From now on, we will use a milk carton as a vase.
Glass Vase + Ceramic Tile Floor.
The following is a story from earlier this autumn...
I'm no expert.
The things you find...
This reminded me of a recently seen oddity on the Metro.
Veal Parmagiana for dinner.
Friday, after a matinée of Secret of Brokeback Mountain and lunch out with some of my friends, I grabbed groceries (barely resisting the urge to say "À Demain!" [See you tomorrow!] to the checkout guy) before taking Lucy for a walk and heading to school to get the girls. I usually arrive around 4:30, and they come out of the school at 4:35-4:40 ish.
Today was a very busy, though rather odd, day.
|Your Element is Fire|
Your power color: red
Your energy: hot
Your season: spring
Like a fire, you are full of power and light.
A born leader, you easily draw people toward you.
You are full of courage and usually up for anything dangerous.
You have a huge ego and love to be the center of attention.
Sorry for the delay in posting the comments yesterday. I was socked with a whopper of a migraine, and was unable to look at the little glowing screen.
Remember when I mailed our Xmas gifts, way back in December? Before Christmas? (I think around 8 or 9 days before.)
Well, we tried. We fixed everything and it was fine, and then we looked again and all the messed up stuff was back, though the html code was still correct, the way we had fixed it.
OK, so I opened the new template in Internet Explorer (I'm a Safari girl), and found that for some reason, my fonts turned all wonky.
It's almost there. The new template.
You know how you get it just right, and then something happens and it's not quite what you meant? For some reason it just doesn't look the same as it did on "preview".
But we keep slogging away. Keep your eyes peeled--we are fine tuning it ask we speak. Or type.
Thanks for the positive comments! It keeps us working at it!
Most of Saturday was spent fiddling around with my template. I've been working on it for quite a while, and getting nowhere fast. Dr. B took
It bothered me all day.
I have a tough dog. She is one fierce chienne. She has successfully defended me against Scanner Dan (weird Madison personality who listens to a scanner and shouts at people), a rogue painter who dared walk on our grass (she actually bit him), and the maintenance lady of the apartment building.
OK, I've done a little research, and if you look here , you'll find lots of information about what Ch'ti means and where it comes from and the medieval era and blah blah blah.
Why is it, that in France they have stores (namely Picard) where you can buy really high quality, delicious frozen foods for not too much money. While in the US, we get burritos, frozen cardboard, um, I mean pizza, and "mixed veggies" that taste like "mixed grass clippings".
I have just uploaded my photos from the last month onto my Flickr account. If you'd like to see evidence of our trip to Germany, my time with Sarah being a tourist in Paris including Montmartre, Sacré Coeur, the older church of St. Peter,Musée d'Orsay, and the Palais de la Découverte please click on the Flickr badge at the bottom of the sidebar.
I received my January American Glamour magazine a while ago--of course, about 6 weeks after I would have received it in the States. But, I relish its arrival, because I know it offers at least an hour of non-thinking, enjoyable reading.
Yesterday, as we were coming back to their house (after I ordered them to leave the computer store NOW because I can't stand watching people playing video games), C. turned to me.
The sales are on in Paris--this only happens twice a year, regulated by the Mairie, or town hall. Stores are not allowed to have other sales, though they can have "Promotions", but now is the time when things are really marked down. It is a big event, and people take days off from work to shop because it is so important.
OK, it's my first time. I admit it. I've been tagged, by Sammy, to do the "Bad Habits" meme. So, in all their glory, here they are:
Our friend Sarah has been visiting from the US--she's on a 3 week tour of Europe with a Eurail pass and few set-in-stone plans, so we've been having a lot of fun just doing whatever we feel like together. The night she arrived, I promised to meet her at the train station and bring her home for a french dinner. I planned very carefully, all five courses, and shopped early to make sure I had everything.
Today was our official, state-insisted-on-it, medical exam. Luckily, Dr. B reminded me on Wednesday (I had received the letter a month ago, and forgot about writing it in the calendar) so I spent his nap time (when I wasn't taking pictures) preparing needed documents so we wouldn't have to think on Friday morning.
but I just want to say
Lucy likes to share.
but, I do like the description.