Tag: lo-jack
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Are We There Yet?
me and my new Amsterdam airport friend “I feel normal here.” This was the first thing The Boyfriend said upon arriving in Amsterdam and looking around at all the tall, blonde Dutch people. The first thing I said was, “I know there’s a Starbucks here somewhere…” sidebar – The Boyfriend is actually only half French,…
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I Love Tuesdays
Pizza Night, Pizza Night, Oh how I love Pizza Night! The above needs to be sung while doing jazz hands, with your head shaking, eyes closed, and letting your hips have a little spazz attack. I’d show you a how to video but that would be embarrassing. The Skippie Team loves pizza night. Not so…
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The Last Saturday
There was something sad about Saturday. Sure it was the weekend, but it heralded the beginning of the end of the holiday season. With New Years over and work looming on Monday, Saturday sort of felt just like a regular Saturday, but being the 2nd of January, I guess it was. We decided to take…
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It's A Wonderful Sunday
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… The Skippie Team (The Boyfriend, Fifty, and me) woke up to a snowy Sunday morning in Le Petit Village. Monsieur Snowman blessed us with a full five centimeters. Not a huge amount, but after living in Dublin for six years (plenty of rain, no snow) and Texas…
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A Whole Lot of Sunday
I finally got around to having Papa’s wife over for Sunday lunch. Papa had decided that there were wild boars that needed slaying so he wasn’t able to join us, so Papa’s wife’s 88 year old mother came instead. Ok, just the ladies, no pressure. This is how the day went: 6:15 – Awake making…
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