Tag: Mr. London
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So Long Toulong
Disclaimer: Technically the title of this post should read; So Long Toulon, but I felt like jazzing it up a bit, with a rhyme. It’s not the best rhyme in the world, but how about you humor me and pretend like it is. Driving to Toulon from Le Petit Village for the last time was…
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We're Driving Cadillacs In Our Dreams
// Gregory has a developed a full on obsession with Cadillacs. Not the shiny new ones, and definitely not those SUVs, but old Cadillacs. Like anything older than about ten years and he’s oohing and aahing all over it and demanding to know the cost, as if my brain is stored with Cadillac’s blue book…
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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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the birthday lunch
I like food. I like eating it, I like cooking it, I like reading about it, I just like, it. So it’s not surprising that I like restaurants too. I love trying out new ones and revisiting old favorites. Researching new ones for special occasions fills my heart with a special kind of joy, I…
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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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precious moments
One of the most important things to do when maxing out your last bit of days somewhere is to spend quality time with those you are leaving behind. A couple weeks back I got to do just that with my cousin, Mrs. London. We decided to let Gregory join in on our girly time since…
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ringing it in
Everyone knows New Year’s Eve is a notoriously overblown holiday. That’s why the older you get, the more apt you’re to keep the night low key… it’s not because we’re old and tired, it’s because the night usually blows and we know it. But after last year’s epic New Year’s Eve meal, I had high…
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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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Une Histoire de Noël
“You’ll shoot your eye out”… my favorite line from one of my favorite Christmas movies; never did I ever think it would pertain to one of my Christmases, but thanks to the AK-47 BB gun that Mr.London found wrapped and waiting under the tree from Gregory, it did. While I should be counting my blessings…
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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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