++ The last time I was in the old Le Petit Village, I noticed this Corsican flag waving in the wind… Child Bride’s parents hung it from the top of their apartment building. They aren’t from Corsica by the way, they’re from Marseille, but as every south of France dweller knows, there are some people here who are obsessed with Corsica. Take Papa and his wife for instance; they go there every year on holiday (and then The Husband and I have to sit through what pretty much looks like the same photo slide show each time), have a Corsican sticker on their car, and have even changed their license plate registration number to Corsica (yet they still need a GPS to navigate around the island). And then there’s Brother-in-Law, who has had a large image of a Corsican rebel tattooed across his back (seriously… it’s ridiculous). I don’t get it. I just don’t get it. The whole Corsican thing goes right over my head. Moving on.
++ Want to know what I did for the 4th? Nothing. A big fat nothing. Well nothing patriotic anyway. See this is what happens… when you live outside of the US, the 4th just kind of creeps up on you because there are no 4th of July decorations at the grocery store, no friends inviting you to BBQs or firework displays at the park, so it just kind of happens. You wake up on the 3rd and go, “uh oh, tomorrow is the 4th and once again I forgot about it.” So when I woke up on the 4th I decided that in celebration, we’d take advantage of pizza night (pizza nights are Thursdays these days… or so we thought), order from our local pizza man van, have some beers and watch The Sopranos (in honor of the late, great James Gandolfini, we’ve been watching The Sopranos from the beginning). Except there was no pizza man, he decided that he’s working Mondays now, not Thursdays… AARRGGHH… why can’t anyone stick to the mothertrucking program around here?!?!?!
++ But you know what? I don’t need no stinkin’ pizza van! I’ve been on a pizza making kick lately (OK, I made two pizzas one night so maybe not a kick per se) and I have to say, making pizza dough with 00 flour instead of regular old flour really makes a difference. The dough is much tastier, much more pizzeria like. 00 flour is the way to go. You heard it here first kids.
++ The derelict building across the street from us (it’s a very thin street, about eight feet wide) is being turned into a hotel. Construction began on the 1st of July and is scheduled to continue for the next two years, which we all know will probably be closer to three. So yeah, that’s fun.
++ This has nothing to do with anything that is happening in The LPV at the moment but something reminded me of this and I felt like sharing it with you… back in March a woman in Avignon sent her three year old son to school with a t-shirt that had, ‘je suis une bombe‘ written across the front (I am a bomb) and on the back, the kid’s name was written on it, ‘Jihad’, (seriously, I’m not making this up, she named her kid, Jihad) and ‘né le 11 septembre‘ under his name (born September 11th). So this woman had a son born on September 11th, decided to name him Jihad, and then put a t-shirt on him advertising this and sent him to school. Here’s the link to the article [click here], it’s in French. This is one of those things that leaves me completely dumbfounded. Talk amongst yourselves.
++ Remember Brother-in-Law’s new car, the French Love Bug? Well it’s no more. Last weekend it was totalled in an accident with a holidaying camper van. Thank heavens he, Child Bride and La Petite are all OK. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said about French Love Bug. RIP French Love Bug.
++ Like French Love Bug, Google Reader has been laid to rest and it did not in fact turn into Blogging Apocalypse which I’m sure many of us thought it would. We’re all here, our blogs are still here, you guys are all here. It’s like December 21st all over again.
++ And that is the perfect segue for my question… if you were a Google Reader before, how do you stay up to date now? Me, I’ve gone the Bloglovin route. I like it.
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