Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
As we left the restaurant with a kind adieu from the proprietress, I stole some more glances of the small well situated village. I was, as many times before, so thankful for all our experiences as the distinct privilege they were, to be spending these adventures (however small) together, in some of the most beautiful surroundings France could provide. We chilled at the gite and again enjoyed cookies, leftover pastry, and Gilmore Girls before we headed to bed, ready to sleep in a bit the next morning.
Monday, December 1, 2008
My husband and I may not exchange love letters or go on enough "date nights" but he does daily thoughtful things such as the fire and coffee that are a constant reminder to me of how well we are loved and how well he loves. Thank you David. Thank you Lord.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
MCCAIN: I urge all Americans ... I urge all Americans who supported me to join me in not just congratulating him, but offering our next president our goodwill and earnest effort to find ways to come together to find the necessary compromises to bridge our differences and help restore our prosperity, defend our security in a dangerous world, and leave our children and grandchildren a stronger, better country than we inherited.
Whatever our differences, we are fellow Americans. And please believe me when I say no association has ever meant more to me than that.
It is natural. It's natural, tonight, to feel some disappointment. But tomorrow, we must move beyond it and work together to get our country moving again.
We fought — we fought as hard as we could. And though we fell short, the failure is mine, not yours......
I don't know — I don't know what more we could have done to try to win this election. I'll leave that to others to determine. Every candidate makes mistakes, and I'm sure I made my share of them. But I won't spend a moment of the future regretting what might have been.
This campaign was and will remain the great honor of my life, and my heart is filled with nothing but gratitude for the experience and to the American people for giving me a fair hearing before deciding that Sen. Obama and my old friend Sen. Joe Biden should have the honor of leading us for the next four years.
I would not — I would not be an American worthy of the name should I regret a fate that has allowed me the extraordinary privilege of serving this country for a half a century.
Today, I was a candidate for the highest office in the country I love so much. And tonight, I remain her servant. That is blessing enough for anyone, and I thank the people of Arizona for it.
AUDIENCE: USA. USA. USA. USA.
MCCAIN: Tonight — tonight, more than any night, I hold in my heart nothing but love for this country and for all its citizens, whether they supported me or Sen. Obama — whether they supported me or Sen. Obama.
I wish Godspeed to the man who was my former opponent and will be my president. And I call on all Americans, as I have often in this campaign, to not despair of our present difficulties, but to believe, always, in the promise and greatness of America, because nothing is inevitable here.
Americans never quit. We never surrender.
We never hide from history. We make history.
Thank you, and God bless you, and God bless America. Thank you all very much."
Monday, October 13, 2008
I truly enjoyed the French autoroute (toll highways). They are wide with well marked road signs for sights and stops. Each roadside rest stop was nothing like I have seen in the states. They were always clean, and had at least 2 recycling bins. The roadside gas stops had the coffee and treats that were always a curiosity to peruse for familiar yet unfamiliar edibles. The coffee stands were not the pump and pour we are used to, yet typically, they were the automated affair that though in French, had at least 12 or so picture choices of what coffee you wanted: plain, with cream, cappuccino, hot chocolate, a mocha? And as I said before we never had a bad coffee in France. But best of all these were the cheapest.
Here is a pic of something we saw a couple of times at regular rest stops and gas stops: the pet stop. The French love of their pets, i.e. dogs, is real. The fact that this stop in particular had a bowl of food and water, free for any pooch that came in with it's owner, proves the point and gave me a chuckle and another opportunity to utter "Ah, the French!"
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Here's our gite:
Well the next morning we awoke (truly, I awoke, I was typically the early riser during our trip-no most definitely not the norm) around 9:30am. So well rested and ready for a day at leisure. I walked into the dark bathroom and ---no lights. Panic. I knew it had been stormy as we drove in the night before but I had not even considered electricity loss, and I live in the country in Texas where when we have a storm I gather our candles, matches, and flashlights. Then I gave out a prayer of thanks to the Lord because as tired and weather worn as we were, with no phone in the farmhouse and no cell phones, we could have been stuck in complete dark in the middle of the night--yeah, I think the Lord knew I would have lost it and He was probably more concerned for my family, so I thanked the Lord for their sake.
So what did I do? Well, I stirred David awake, of course. "David you need to fix the electricity." I said ever so soothingly. "What?", David answered groggily. "Uh, yeah, we have no electricity and I guess that's fine for now but nighttime will come again, plus, I need to do my hair (I should have said most importantly)." So my sweet handyman and jack of all trades woke up, stumbled around downstairs and found the correct breaker switch and voila, we were set. Yeah, honestly, I was set and could curl my hair.
Now, the girls slowly roused and got themselves ready because we not only had to find a phone to let the owners/manager know our ordeal and see if they could check stuff out while we were gone, but we also had to find food and I had researched a local market in Descartes about 20 minutes from us.
This drive was beautiful. Rolling hills, fresh greenness from after the night's rain, neatly situated villages. I mean, yeah, I know trees are trees, and roads are roads, but their everyday scenery is still plotted differently than our central Texas dry landscapes in June. Now, I cringe at this point because in Descartes the fullness of a small French village was everywhere with the weekly Sunday market taking over the center of town and in full swing, but I, being so caught up in taking it in and finding the food carts for our takeaway lunch, shamefully didn't take a single picture. Argh. The market struck me as a blend of old time produce, spices, and artisan stalls and flea market tacky. Just right. The morning was damp, threatening rain, people milled about and chatted aplenty, and at the end of the road we found the food stalls the gite owners had described to me online.
Two boisterous men cooked away in the trailer booth, and took orders while chatting with customers. I was touched with a tourist's hesitation, but alas, as the one French speaker of my group, gathering the goodies was up to me. Now, don't get me wrong, David became excellent at the art of deducing what was being communicated (especially where food was concerned) but this direct person to person interaction in France was up to me. And in Descartes I got not one, two or three, but four opportunities to butcher the language of love. This first opportunity was the easiest, as the vendors were flirty and completely helpful as I ordered the Paella (being cooked oh so dramatically in a paella pan about three feet in diameter), and pasta (yeah, it wasn't lost on me that the two items being sold were not of Frenchy origins). At this point David noticed the large rotisserie chickens coming to peak gold while their rich drippings were falling on peeled small potatoes at the bottom of the rotisserie. Yum. But we already had all we could fit at the bottom of Sophia's stroller and our eyes where bigger than our tummies because we had not had our breadfast.
As we headed to the small Descartes town square where had noticed two bakeries (patisseries) on our way in, I noticed a fact of French life. To find the best town bakeries watch the locals. And in this instance it was right on, as one bakery had nary a visitor and the other had a small line out the door. We made our way into the patisserie and I ordered with a little more confidence. Sara, being a little adventurous, saw a picture pretty pastry that we had to get. We found a local cafe/bar and got our space surrounded by locals.
Again we were breakfasting late, 11ish, but all around us we noticed groups of primarily 50-60ish year old French men "gossiping" and sipping wine and various colorful cocktails in much the same way the old country boys in our boonies town sit around the Dairy Queen, coffee in hand and chew the fat. Our waitress came over and David actually ordered his own drink and I did swimmingly until I hit the language wall of our trip by ordering an apple juice.
In France juice is "jus" and the type is "jus de____ " (juice of _____ ). Well we had already ordered jus d'orange (yes, orange juice, very good) now we came to the stalemate of jus de pomme (juice of apple, you would think). We had seen and purchased this very "jus" in two instances already. She stared at me blankly. "Jus de pomme," I said. She was even more puzzled and slightly annoyed. I pointed at Anna "Jus d'orange por elle" (orange juice for her) and then at Sara "Et jus de pomme por elle" (and apple juice for her). The waitress just shook her head and said,"non, non, non." No, at what, I wondered. David was looking slightly embarrassed and then she motioned over the supposedly English speaking bartender and grabbed the attention of the bar customers around us. Oh, goody, the dark headed Hispanic woman sitting in the midst of her very blond German-looking family didn't stand out enough. Now I have to show everyone I don't know what I am talking about. The 30-something bartender looked kindly and again in heavy accented English asked what we were ordering. So first I tried in French and again the jus de pomme was the stumper. So I then repeated the order in well pronounced English and even acted out the eating of the "pomme". Yes, everyone, I am a tourist, butchering your language and now a loud American. "Sara, do you have to have apple juice?" I asked. "Well, I guess not." Sara said with a look on her face like she was losing hope of the very thing that was going to help her keep it together for the day. Of course, the bartender answered with a less bewildered "non" than the waitress and I just ordered "une carafe d'eau" (jug of tap water) for Sara.
All we could assume from the frustrated exchange was that just as the orange juice is always served at bars and most cafes fresh squeezed that they were troubled by us expecting a fresh squeezed glass of apple juice? Who knew. But I soon promised Sara that we would purchase a six pack of her favorite apple juice, just for her, the next time we spotted it and that set her to rights. Good timing, because she then took a healthy bite of artistic bonbon and quickly spit it out. And this normally was not an acceptable reaction but once David took a taste of the disgusting sweet, he cringed and then understood the flavor. "Uh, Jenny, that isn't honey coating the fruit and cake. This whole thing is soaked in rum. Lots of rum." Poor Sara. And then we all had a good laugh.
Understand that yes, of our crew, Sara would even confess to being the pickiest. But on this trip as with most, we had discussed with both the older girls that food was going to being an adventure (um, challenge) too. We told them that they should never react in disgust, complain if what they ordered was not what they had imagined, pout, cry, cringe, or utter phrases like gross, yuck, ugh, or nasty. And they graciously complied knowing that if instead they took a bite, proclaimed "it is not my favorite" then we would compromise, switch dishes, let them just eat dessert or find some fast food if possible. This actually worked out wonderfully. They would actually be game to try new things because they knew that if it didn't work out they would get something more acceptable. Typically though, they would end up liking what they ordered enough to satisfy them and only twice in 14 days did we succumb to fast food. Victory indeed.
After our makeshift breakfast, we paid up, and drove out from Descartes to the local grocery store for more provisions. Sophia was loving the juices, milk was a necessity and of course we stocked up on Sara's apple juice. We had some fun seeing the differences in what foods are staples, what flavor differences there are in potato chips found in France versus US....Potato chips ala Bolognese (meat flavored tomato sauce), shrimp flavor, anyone? Again, fumbled our way through the check out and I had to pay extra for our plastic bags. Ah, France.
Once back in Preuilly I attempted to contact the gite managers (Terry and Maureen) and had unreal trouble putting together the right number codes from the phone card I had purchased in Versailles. See most all the public phones (and there are almost as scarce as our US phone booths) do not take coins but use a phone card system. And my phone card had its helpful instructions in French jargon that I was not acquainted with. Finally I did get an answer but, whoever it was went off the phone to fetch Terri or Maureen and forgot about me on the phone. I waited about five minutes, yes, five minutes is long when your in a tiny dirty uriney smelling phone booth in the middle of village Preuilly. I then called the owners, who live in London, and they promised to get us some help and again were very polite and understanding.
My final call was going to shape up our day and hopefully perk us all up. While researching the area we were going to call home I came upon a sweet blog that was a lot of help in my planning: Days on the Claise. Susan and Simon are Australians who blog daily in such picture filled detail about their home renovation in Preuilly and day to day observations on small town France that you feel as if you are there. And when I found their site in April and left a question-filled comment, Susan so sweetly answered back' and offered such helpful information on the area that I wrote back to her more than once and we eventually had hopes to meet once we arrived in Preuilly. But each number I tried wouldn't go through, or even more oddly it would ring, stop and silence. I felt Iwas losing the fight against the French phone system. There was no other way for us to contact our hoped-to-be new friends. I gave up knowing we would try again that night yet knowing this was the one day that had worked out for all parties concerned over e-mail.
Though oh, so glad to be in central France the weather was a bit gloomy, so we went back to the gite for me to build my excitement in doing laundry in the tiniest washing machine I had ever seen, lunch, rest and pin down what we wanted to do next. We knew that the next day we were going to drive some 5 hours to Normandy (North coast of France) and have an early and long day. So we decided to tour some castle ruins in a nearby medieval village: Angles-sur-L'Anglin.
What a sweet drive this was also. Angles s/Anglin is only about 15 minutes from our gite and once we came upon the village it took our breath away. We parked by the ruins and I had to stop to take in how sweetly situated it was by the river and hills. We took a quick tour of the ruins of the medieval castle (Sophia and I had to sit out part of it because of steepness and some precarious climbing but the girls declared it "Great!") What troopers they are in being steeped in history, ruins, and museums without a mall in sight.
We walked around the bend in the road towards the bridge that crossed the swift moving Anglin river and the delightful beauty of the village did not disappoint. But we were again hungry travelers, so we followed this cobblestone path to the promise of more village life to be seen. I think we all enjoyed the small discovery of the town square filled with cafe tables. Across the street from the square on two opposite sides were a cafe and a bar that served the tables in the center. We settled ourselves and gave Sophia some much needed running around time. I got a delicious raspberry beer and a savory crepe (just okay). Sara of course got yet another banana nutella crepe and ice cream, Anna just ice cream, David just a beer and Sophia a little of all our treats. I do wish I took a picture of our enchanted stop, but see, I was enchanted. I simply am trying to describe the dreamy remembrance of one of the handful of times we just slowed down and took it all in.
We finally gathered ourselves together for our quick walk to the car, and back the gite. A downpour on our way to the gite canceled out our plans to eat out for dinner at an open air lakeside restaurant and so we ate leftover paella and pasta instead and stayed in watching some of the Gilmore Girls DVDs we brought and washing and drying some more clothes for our next day's trip to Normandy!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Finally, at 12:30am we pulled into our little country gite, after a couple of scares encountering gutted shacks and dilapidated farmhouses and hoping against hope that our gite wasn't in similar shape. We breathed a sigh of relief and walked in our 18th century farmhouse that was completely ready for us, unpacked, snacked on some yummy French chocolate cookies, showered, and fell into our beds. I thanked the Lord for our safe adventure and knew that Sunday AM was going to be time for sleeping in.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
But then, while trying to plan out our itinerary, my hopes would rise seeing that there were actually ways to budget day to day in Europe, like it was more affordable to stay in an apartment in Paris versus a hotel! So lo and behold only two hours (in April) after David and I decided the European adventure was a no go, I just had to take one last look online....what I saw on the screen was the green light I had hoped for in the discount price of $3,500 for all 5. I still gulp knowing that the price is pricey but not the astronomical $$ I was seeing before. We were going to have 3 connecting flights but we felt we could do it (more on that later).
Now I just had to share that bit because Day One went so well and I realized that the long hours of planning helped me quell the "what's gonna happen next" concerns along with all the prayers for how the Lord went before us.
Spain was our main destination, but the most affordable connecting flights go through London, England, or Paris, France, so since we were already paying the airfare and had 14 days why not stop along the way to Seville. So after much, and I mean much, research (because I ached to traipse through the pricey but a bit out of the way Provence region of France) we settled on the Loire (central) region of France, with a quick jaunt (heh) to the Normandy area of France (Northern coast, facing England). So, here goes.
Now in flying out from our central time zone of the US to Europe most flights leave one day with next day AM arrival times. We flew Dallas AM to Toronto early PM (where we had most of our difficulties), Toronto mid PM to Montreal late PM, then Montreal late PM to Paris early AM! Luggage for international trips is very limited, we were each allowed one checked bag, two carry-ons and one personal item.
So what did our family of five carry, drum roll please, (and I add this because I am so very proud of my frugal and efficient packing-it seems the only thing I am frugal and efficient in doing).......For all of us we actually carried only one medium sized checked bag, two carry-ons (with two days of clothes in case of baggage loss) for the overhead bins, and one back pack with entertainment and snacks, one travel DVD case with extra baby essentials and my purse jammed in it, and of course a backpack diaper bag...Viola! But what had to weigh us down were the baby/toddler essentials of a stroller (which we handed to the flight personnel at the entrance to the planes), and a car seat for Sophia for the planes and the car we rented in France. Managing this load of trimmed down luggage should have been easy but with all the carry-ons and baby essentials going through security at each connection, sadly, got my stress level up. So much so that at one point, in Toronto , with the flight we needed to catch almost closing I was running barefoot to our connecting gate with shoes in one hand and Sophia haphazardly strapped in her stroller in the other hand, with the back pack and carry-on both draped across me and far ahead of my sweet David and Anna, and Sara who marveled at my frantic speed. Yet, we did just barely make it and I knew the Lord went ahead of us in these near misses and my family kept me from wanting to erupt all over airline personnel .
May 30th, Friday, we landed in Paris. Oh so tiredly yet leisurely, we found our car rental booth and in my very broken French (the Parisians are forgiving when you try) I got us set and David found our car. Now thank goodness we did not have to drive far, but David navigated us through suburban Paris traffic (where we caught our first far off glimpse of the Eiffel Tower) to the small castle town of Versailles, France. As we drove in to the town center, we noticed that a weekly morning market was in full swing in the main square. The colorful produce, meats, and spices were on display and people darted around the stalls. The image was so vivid and my first mental snapshot of France. David was broken in quickly to the survival of the fittest/quickest/pushiest driving of the French, where pedestrians, bikers, small cars and big trucks mash together and claim their strip of the road and we made it to our oh, so quaint and comfy Hotel du Cheval Rouge. How nice it was to leave the bustle of Versailles small town traffic and enter this quiet courtyard parking lot:
Now I did so much Internet research, but quite a few gems on our itinerary were thanks to Rick Steves. The hotel staff was very warm and welcoming. The room was basic, clean and just what we needed. But I had to fight to keep my troops awake. See, it was noon, but our bodies felt like it was 4am. So in order not to suffer jet lag we had to wait for sleep until a decent nighttime hour. So we quickly refreshed ourselves and headed out to find a place for lunch.
We didn't feel so adventurous as to tour the neighborhood for just the right place, so we found the first inviting bistro outside the hotel. The nearest and yet not the tastiest. But the girls made a discovery about French food here that remained true for the rest of our French meals: frites are yummy (umm, translation, French fries). With most kid friendly meals at cafes or bistros you will find frites as a side and the girls were always satisfied and could find them on every menu. I had hoped for a more pleasing intro to the French menu but at least we filled our bellies, dinner, I hoped would be better.
After lunch, tummies full, David and the girls were ready to fall over, but we had only taken 2 hours for our 3 course lunch and 2pm was too early for beddy bye. So we strolled the streets. I loved it. We searched for Rick's recommended creperie, our dinner spot for that evening, found it and tried to stroll some more but David and the girls were so worn out a brief rest was required. I knew that we still needed some milk, snacks, and fruit for us and mainly Sophia. I left my sweet crew in the room, got some sketchy directions from the front desk clerk, and set out to explore Versailles.
After a couple of wrong turns I found the Monoprix (think small Wal-Mart) and enjoyed the feeling of being like a local, grabbed the hand basket and extended the handle after I noticed all the shoppers trailing their baskets on the floor behind them. I easily found what few essentials we needed, especially for Sophia. Then I quickly remembered that the checkout process is quite different from the American way. First of all the checker is usually seated. Secondly you bring your own bags or you pay extra for the bags you need (about 10 cents per bag). Thirdly and importantly - you bag and take out your own groceries. Quite a few times we saw people put all their purchased items, bag-less, back in the cart in order to take them out to their cars where they had boxes and storage for them. And, very often, you return your cart to the cart park where you grabbed it from because that is the only way to get the Euro ($1.50)out of your cart handle that you had to put in it in order to unlock it from the other carts. Ingenious.
But in this instance I was three blocks from our hotel and lugged three heavy bags of groceries to our room. Near our hotel, I encountered David and Sophia walking down the sidewalk and munching on a large juicy sweet strawberry. David had ventured into the town square's enclosed market and bought some fresh fruit. I was so surprised and delighted by him also venturing into the French scene and chuckled a bit when I saw he had paid nearly $15 dollars for three bundles of fruit. But thankfully Sophia was eating and had enjoyed the walk and charmed some locals.
Closer to dinner time we tried to explore another area of Versailles on our way to our Creperie and we discovered a quaint little courtyard with a trickling fountain. The shops surrounding the courtyard had high end antiques, custom made jewelry and art. The window fronts were so crowded with color and detail that we sat a while and took it in. Above one of the shops a set of French doors opened on the balcony and we glimpsed a very chic interior living room and a mom and her baby stood by the doors taking in the cool evening. And, yes, the thought crossed my mind, "How wonderful that this is her everyday." The girls posed for pictures by the fountain and then we were ready for our delicious crepe dinner.
Now crepes in France are not just a sweet affair. Just as often they are savory. Picture a thin crepe (pancake like) about the size of a medium pizza that is covered with cheeses, onions, meat and about anything else you may want for a dinner, then it is folded up to look like an open envelope. We each ordered a meal crepe and a dessert crepe. Anna and Sara and I were satisfied but it was not the tasty meal we had hoped for and David, who could deal with almost any type of food could not get his down. His first encounter with a cheese he couldn't like. Reblochon. It smelled and tasted like stinky feet. I think he avoided the dinner crepe from this point on. We were very pleased with our dessert crepes and I with my hard cider drink (think light yeasty beer with slight sweet apple aftertaste). Sara proclaimed that she would eat at least one Banana Nutella crepe each day we were in France and I think she almost did. But Sophia would have none of it and so began her boycott of Frenchy food.
We slowly made our way back to the hotel, made calls to home, took hand held shower/baths (a very wet and slippery ordeal) in a skinny persons bathtub (hey even the girls commented on their tight fit), and dozed off easily at a respectable 10pm. I laid in bed and peered out our open balcony windows at the almost dark sky and breathed in the night air. "Wow, we are really here." I thought and said a prayer of thanks to the Lord for the adventure we had started.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Sometime later I accepted the Lord as my Savior!, I graduated from high school, I went to college at the best place for a new Christian like me to spread her wings (UT) and was surrounded by the most active and encouraging family of believers I could never have found on my own, when I sat in a Campus Crusade for Christ meeting and was told that if I gave my summer to the Lord, He could take me any place. The names of all the possible stateside vacation locales were posted on the overhead along with the international locations. I felt like I was being pointed at and asked directly what I was going to do about it. Now I am not a beach girl but those were the only possiblities that seemed available to me, because we had to raise our own funds (not meaning our own without the Lord's help, I mean without a missions board or church specifically funding us) and the money needed to go was not by any means exorbitant, but, hello, I was in college, any trip was expensive. It took my unbelieving roommate to urge me to take the leap to the locale that my eyes kept falling on "Paris". And how did she do that, well, she said "If you say God is going to have to provide the funds for you to go any of the beach places why can't He provide for you to go to Paris." And she didn't say it as a test, she said it with the child like faith in that He can do anything. And He did. (that previous three word sentence is a story in itself, but I have already gone on to much for the intro about our trip) I used the filed away passport (it had not expired) for an eight week summer mission trip in Paris, France where I truly began to understand evangelism and the heart for it, and I fell in love with France.
Friday, May 23, 2008
as passed on by Steph
1. 5 things under $5 that I cannot live without:
*Light & Fluffy Smoothie from Smoothie King in lieu of lunch after workout
*Neutrogena under Eye Cream (Yes, Steph, I too have had since my mid-twenties, that same anti-wrinkle battle going on in my head-what has this youth obsessed culture done to us!)
*plain bagel from Panera
*(the absolute best kept secret for pampering feet) Dr. Scholl's deep healing overnight foot creme!
2. 5 Favorite Movies:
In no certain order because I love my absolute favorite movies.
*Sense & Sensibility
*It's a Wondeful Life
*Return to Me
*Lord of the Rings (cheating because, the title encompasses the whole trilogy)
3. 5 baby names I love:
4. 5 songs I could listen to over and over:
*I'm not who I was (Brandon Heath)
*In this place (Coldplay)
*Crazy in Love (Beyonce)
*Best of what's around (Dave Matthews Band)
*In Your Eyes (Peter Gabriel)
5. 5 people who have influenced me in a positive way, although there are a lot more:
*It must be a given, but always my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ
*My wonderful David
*My loving sister
*my dear friend Beth Hassell
6. 5 things that are always in my purse/diaper bag:
*besides the obvious, goldfish for Sophia (yeah, mommy sneaks a few)
*a play cellphone for Sophia
*Paper and Restaurant leftover Crayons
*change of clothes, because Sophia love her liquids
*Purse: tire gauge, you just never know
7. 5 Moments that have changed my life forever: (In order of occurence)
*Parent's divorce (the good and the bad and all the love that was a covering)
*Mom's remarriage and the good step-father that is still a part of my life
*Accepting Christ as an 18 yo
*Growing in Christ in college, being involved with Campus Crusade for Christ and learning that the Lord most certainly does lead us to Himself with "cords of human kindness with binds of love"
*Marrying a wonderful Godly man who loves the Lord, me and his girls, adding to that the miracle of the instant family with two sweet natured step-daughters and my most miraculous-Sophia Louisa
8. 5 obsessions I have now:
*planning our once in a lifetime(I hope not but we are going to certainly may the most of it) trip to France and Spain
*blogging (er, uh, actually, honestly reading others blogs and trying to be encouraging by commenting long-windedly)
*DVR, yeah, it rules, Commercial free since 2006
*I have got to confess this, because I enjoy the tight friendship/relationship stories minus the extreme Samantha explorations: I want to see Sex and the City the Movie and know what happens with Carrie and Big, and all.
*Jon & Kate plus 8
9. 5 places I would like to go: (like there's only 5...ha!)
10. 5 appliances or kitchen tools I cannot live without:
*Our awesome gas stove
*uh, that being said, coffee grinder
Now because I am nosy I would love anyone to post their five and give me a heads up if they wouldn't mind sharing.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Yes, I had to get the traditional, "first time baby sees Santa Claus and is terrified" pic.
See, she was okey-dokey later.