Tag: Fifty
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here we go again
{the long journey home} Clearly I have learned nothing from the past… Once again, I thought I could simply go through major life changes all the while keeping this space ticking over. Silly Sara Louise, it’s not happening. While it feels like I finally have a grip on my new repatriated life here in America,…
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nine days to go
// That jeep was sitting across the street from the restaurant where I had my birthday lunch. I was this close to hopping in it and driving straight to The LPV (when I say, ‘this close’, you have to picture me holding my thumb and forefinger barely a centimeter apart with my eyes all squinty……
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mon anniveraire: un reportage photo
Disclosure: Since I like to stretch out my birthday celebrations for as long as possible, this is actually a photo essay of my birthweek. I’ve tried stretching it out to my birthmonth but 1. Gregory put the kibosh on that and 2. I don’t have that kind of time at the moment… drats. // My…
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Behind the Photos XII
I’m feeling nostalgic lately. But I guess with only thirty-two days left in The LPV, a big ol’ case of nostalgia was bound to happen. And what better way to deal with the nostalgia, then with another Behind the Photos trip down memory lane. This one features a family trip to Auvergne in the Summer…
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nothing of any consequence
// Life has been kicking my ass lately, K I C K I N G I T. That’s why you haven’t seen me since Sunday, I’ve been busy having my ass kicked. It kind of feels like I’m desperately trying to hold onto a boat that’s being tossed about in a storm. But, storms don’t…
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La Veille de Noël
Since my childhood Christmases belonged to New York, I grew up with a traditional winter wonderland holiday. Because of that, I never got fully accustomed to the warm Christmases of Texas or the dark, wet ones of Dublin (although it did snow buckets that one year), but I have to say, waking up to this…
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w t f
The ‘f’ in today’s title, could mean lots of things, like, ‘Friday’, or ‘freaky’, or ‘Freaky Friday’. It could be ‘firetruck’ (that’s the only word that starts with F and ends with K you’ll see around these parts), or it could even stand for ‘France’, as in What the France?!… an expression that I have…
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I have a child and his name is Fifty
I’m linking up with Betsy today. The topic; ‘how our dogs have prepared us for children’. Betsy has a black lab named Charlie who is every bit of a handful that Fifty is. . . . . . . . . . . When I got Fifty, I had zero interest in adopting a puppy,…
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Behind the Photos IX
Ahhh… summer in Provence. There are few things that make my heart sing the way summer in Provence does. Le Petit Village comes alive with the sun and we all move outside in celebration. (The following photos are from Summer 2010.) Here’s me celebrating the arrival of the season as it should be, with Rosé. I…
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this week
How was every one’s All Hallows’ Eve? I hope your sugar rush come downs weren’t too shaky. Mine was sugar free… no tricks or treats, just a lazy night on the couch watching Disney’s old Legend of Sleepy Hollow followed by the Johnny Depp one (We’re on a bit of a Headless Horseman kick around…
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