Tag: Ruby
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Raclette Redo
You know what’s ridiculous… what’s down right un-LPV-like? The fact that it’s the middle of January, and I have yet to blog about a single Raclette. It’s HOGWASH! It’s not that we haven’t been Racletting, because we have, loads of times. There was even a week back in late November that we Racletted three times…
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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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Behind the Photos VII
My first spring in Le Petit Village. I had already gotten to experience summer, fall, and winter here but spring was the last. When we left France to go to the States to get married, snow was on the ground, but when we returned, flowers were beginning to blossom and Le Petit Village began to…
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behind the photos
Since moving to Le Petit Village I’ve been snap happy. Not as much as I should have be of course, there are plenty of moments I’ve missed out capturing because I was too busy living with my normal head, and not with my blogging head (bloggers, you know what I’m talking about). But still, I’m…
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surprise… more cheese!
{raclette cheeeeeese} Guess what we did on Saturday? We ate cheese! Can you believe it?! Of course you can. I actually cannot. I mean, I hadn’t planned on it. This is what went down… The Husband was going to spend Saturday morning over at Papa’s house helping him move some things, so I went along…
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crêpes & rugby
{I forgot my camera} The last time I watched Clermont play Ulster, I was in Bono’s Octagon Bar in Dublin, sipping on a Grey Goose martini, with an afternoons worth of shopping bags scattered at my feet. Last night, I watched the two square off again, but instead of snacking on vodka soaked olives, I had…
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a spoonful of sugar
{supercalifragilisticexpialidocious} Looks like Ruby (aka Prince Phillip) has taken over babysitting duties for La Petite. He’s like a male (and a dog, duh) version of Mary Poppins. All impeccable manners, and benevolent dictatorship rolled into one. If La Petite ends up speaking with a BBC English accent, color me, ‘not surprised’. bisou
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For The Love of J.R.
Thanks to the miracle of pharmaceuticals, I’m beginning to feel better, but I’m still not full on me yet (It’s kind of like a printer when the ink cartridge needs to be changed. You can see the words on the page, but they don’t pop. That’s me right now, I’m not popping).It’s a good time…
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sick & icky
I saw my French doctor yesterday for the very first time. He told me I have tonsillitis. (He is so not my favorite person right now. Except, he did give me the drugs. OK, back on the Christmas card list he goes). I’m cranky, sick, and icky.(And I look pretty icky too. Sick is not a good…
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Paella
Papa’s Wife made lunch for me on Sunday. (OK, I wasn’t the only person there, but the paella was made special for me). Papa, Brother-in-Law, The German, and The Husband, all came along to eat paella with me. And this guy was there too… {Ruby, aka Prince Philip} The paella is cooked outside in a gigantic pot……
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