Tag: la petite
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Behind The Photos XIX
Today’s edition of Behind The Photos picks up a couple of weeks where the last one left off… Gregory and I had celebrated our first wedding anniversary in Lyon, and sadly, the day after we returned home, my father passed away. So we went to the States for a couple of weeks, but when we…
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What About Gregory
{The LPV: November 2009} Today’s the day! After three and a half weeks of living life as a pseudo-single girl; total remote control domination, easy peasy bed making (while I barely move during my sleep, Gregory twists and turns like a whirling dervish wrapped inside a tornado) and Lifetime Movie Network marathons, I am being…
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Le Petit Village: The Family Tree
Here’s it is! I have finally put together the Le Petit Village family tree to show how everyone here is related to everyone else because with the exception of a few, they (and now me) all are… ♫WE ARE FAMILY♫ . . . . . . . . . . N O T E S Not…
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snippet
// I’ve been cheating on Fifty… shhh… That guy with me in the photo is Boris, Boris Bastareaud to be precise. He’s my buddy. He is one of the dogs that hang out in the village and I’ve kind of adopted him. I don’t know what his real name is but Mrs. London and I have…
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Veille du Jour de l'An
{Papa aka Ed Asner, Brother-in-Law in his special ‘Gap’ sweater, and The Husband, who I swear is not actually a giant} Disclosure: This post is about my New Year’s Eve, and more specifically, my New Year’s Eve dinner. Please forgive my food photography, it’s horrible, like really bad. However, I did get a new camera…
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Scenes from a Christmas
{Papa’s house} My Le Petit Village Christmas kicked off at 6:30A.M.. Why so early you ask? Well surprisingly, it wasn’t Fifty who woke us up, tail wagging, ready for his walk and to see what Santa left him. It wasn’t The Husband, impatient and anxious to finally unwrap all of his pressies, and it wasn’t…
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while you were hunting
Hunting season is well underway in The LPV. That means that most of the wives here have been abandoned by their husbands for a walk through the forest with a shotgun and a dog, while les sangliers (boar) run for their lives. Papa’s Wife is one of the hunting widows, so Sunday lunches have gone from…
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{shetlands, shelties, some other stuff, and a free book}
{my little pony} ++ When I was a little girl I had a Shetland pony named Rainy Day. Rainy Day was my best friend and there isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t think about him, so you can only imagine the level of excitement I felt when we were driving through…
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it's all happening
{My Knight in Scuffed Nikes} ++ The Husband traveled 62 miles each way to get me a Starbucks. OK, kind of. He was at Marseille Airport with Brother-in-Law picking up a friend when he saw that the new Starbucks had finally opened up. (Remember when I spotted the sign during the summer and had a…
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one does tend to waffle on
{saved} ++ Remember when I didn’t bring my camera to La Petite’s Baptême? Well looky here, I managed to score this one photo. For the record, neither I, nor Papa’s Wife have any idea what the thing on La Petite’s head was all about. That was all Child Bride ++ Friday night I had a…
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