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encore
Here I am again, alone after saying goodbye to Gregory. (Well not technically alone… I do live at my mother’s house after all, and of course there’s Fifty too). But unlike the last few goodbyes, this time we can truly say that the end is near. (Please, please, please, oh pretty please!) So this is…
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ALL the good juju
It happened guys, it finally happen… WE HAVE A DATE FOR GREGORY’S GREEN CARD INTERVIEW! Cue singing: Hallelujah Hallelujah Ha-ll-e-lu-jah. I have been dreaming of this moment for so long and in my head it went like this: I would reach my hand into the mailbox and pull out a letter from the NVC, I’d open the…
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Did you know?
Did you know that I started a new job? I did, and I love it; love it, love it, love it. But did you know that sometimes when you start a new job that you love, it can kind of consume you. It’s true, not in a bad way, but in a good way, and…
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boom
Something strange happened last week, a house behind mine blew up. IT BLEW UP, like BOOM. It was late Tuesday morning and I was busying myself with work and getting ready for Gregory’s arrival the next day. I walked into the laundry room and turned on the washing machine, and as I stood there measuring…
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le deuxième
// Did you know crayons can burn like a candle for twenty minutes? Yeah, me either. But apparently they do and in case of some blackout emergency, you can use crayons to replace candles in a pinch. My mother informed me of this the other day and after she told me, I said, “but we…
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The First Raclette
For those of you who have been with me for awhile, I’m sure you’re looking at the title of this post and are all like, “first Raclette, my hiney the first Raclette!” And you would be right, because heaven knows, I’ve been around the Raclette block more than once. But this post is about the…
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like whoa
Well, that was a busy couple of weeks. It was almost two weeks ago that Gregory left, and since he did, I’ve been a spinning top, whirling about here and there, trying to do this and that. First off, Fifty got sick. Somehow he managed to get something stuck in his poor paw and it caused…
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60 days, blah, blah, bupkis
Bonne Année tout le monde! Seven days into 2015 already… file that under ‘mind blown’. So Gregory is on his way back to France this morning after the fastest four weeks in history. It was a whirlwind of a visit, but a truly wonderful one. Now it’s time for us to get back to gloomy,…
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The Whipping Father
Not Le Père Fouettard, but Fifty, in his reindeer antlers. He hates me. Bonjour, la veille de Noël, we meet again. How in the name of all that’s Christmas is it December 24th again? If it wasn’t for the big move and the whole Green Card brouhahah, I swear, it feels like I was just in Toulon…
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one week
Here we are, one week into Gregory’s winter visit already and I have to say, it feels like he never left. We morphed back into real, normal, life right quick, but I’m pretty sure that the rotten colds we had helped that out some (key takeaway: mucus is not sexy). As what could probably go down…
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