It's Me, Sara Louise

Versatile: embracing a variety of subjects,  fields, or skills; also: turning with ease from one thing to another.

I’ll happily take that as a compliment. Thanks Lauren at the Au Pair Project.
Lauren is a Californian (with a dash of Cajun… love that) Au Pair in Lyon who takes care of two petits enfants that live with their single dad. It’s kind of like The Nanny minus the Park Ave address, butler, and flirting (except the Dad has been flirting with other ladies… and Lauren would know… her bedroom is right next door to his. I recommend ear plugs Lauren.)

And now for my requisite seven secrets….

1. I’m a little confused about this Justin Beiber thing. I have no problem with him staying in his tween domain, but I don’t really want to see him in a fashion spread in my Glamour.

2. Kristen Stewart bothers me. If I was an actress (with so many other struggling ones out there) and was lucky enough to be cast in one of the biggest franchises of all time, and work with Jodie Foster, Sean Penn, and Robert De Niro, I wouldn’t walk around with such a sour puss all the time. Smile. (But what about the paparazzi… blah blah blah… get over it).
(I’m feeling a little feisty this morning).

3. I love Anne of Green Gables and have been lucky enough to visit Green Gables on Prince Edward Island. A little something crossed off the bucket list.
(But the really cool part about this; I convinced a family to go there on their summer vacation. And then I convinced them to take me with them. I was 11 and very persuasive).

4. On the subject of books… I adore Shel Silverstein and like to give A Light in the Attic and Where the Sidewalk Ends as presents to friends with children. I have no idea why I felt like sharing this, but there you go.

5. More books… when I was young (maybe eight?) my mother gave me a book of Shakespeare for children. It was basically all of his most popular works told as stories (without the crazy language). I am convinced that this helped me a great deal through school. A bit of advice to any parents of young children out there; find this book. (They’re still teaching Shakespeare in school, right?). And again, I have no idea why I felt like sharing this.

6. And continuing on with my inner nerd guiding me… when I was a kid I read encyclopedias for fun and I used to do research reports for no other reason other than to entertain myself. Obviously, I was très popular. I also read most of the Trivial Pursuit Genus edition cards. Jeopardy, one day you will be mine.

7. I can’t conjugate. There I said it. Leave me alone.
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And now for the passing of blogger love…
(Technically I am supposed to pass this on to 15 other bloggers, but you know I never follow these rules, and 15 seems a little excessive, so I’m going with seven. Seven tidbits about me… seven bloggers. Makes more sense).
(and again… feisty)

Conjugating Irregular Verbs… Aidan is a Texan who lived in Dublin and now finds herself in the south of France… sounds oddly familiar doesn’t it? Basically this makes Aidan my homegirl and quite possibly, my soul mate.

Fairy Tales Are True… Sarah’s blog is beautiful, whimsical, happiness. She makes my inner grouch smile (not an easy feat). Well done Sarah.

Fojoy… Robyn is my girl from way back. She’s Canadian, very real, and very funny (but aren’t all Canadians funny, eh?)

In My World… Simple math to explain my affection for Beth…
Not Liking Dina Lohan + Liking Maureen Dowd = I like you.

Living Out of the Box… Valerie has left Colorado (again) to spend time living in Italy learning Italian and drinking wine. Next stop France where she will learn French and drink wine. Jealous aren’t you?

Living With Mr Johnson… I heart Ahn’s blog; the photos, the lobsters, the cocktails, the husband and wife matching sunglasses, I heart it all. And, Ahn got engaged on Walden Pond, as in Thoreau’s Walden Pond. That makes my inner nerd all sorts of happy.

Throw Your Arms Around Me… Like most Aussies, B, is mad as a box of frogs (in the best of ways). And she is teaching French children in the south of France. Hilarity ensues.
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