Category: Living in France
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Singing by the Hair of my Chinny Chin Chin
Warning: The video below contains a woman with blonde bed head, a Chinney chin chin, bad singing, morning breath, a child's band aid and badly spoken French. It is not to be seen while drinking coffee. –If you dare, –If you…
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Girl Talk and that thing called Love
Spending the night with Chelsea we had plenty of time to girl talk.Our conversation wove clothes, hair, movies, food, future dreams and boys (two boys to be exact) into a warm cozy blanket that wrapped itself around us. Drifting…
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I Promise to bake more Cakes
New Year's Day is not just another day. Though sometimes I wish it were. New Year's Day has a way of getting under my skin pushing up memories of the past years to the surface. New Year's Day feels like…
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The View Finder
Regarding yesterday's post many of you asked about French Husband's grandmother. No, I never received anything from her velvet box of jewels.and no she wasn't upset about French Husband marrying an American woman. I believe a few things were fogging…
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He kissed the ring before placing it on my finger….
I never wanted a diamond ring when French Husband and I married.or maybe it was because we did not have money to spend on a wedding ring. It is true that French Husband's Grandmother gave out diamonds from her velvet…
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The Christmas Gift
As Chelsea and Sacha ran towards the metro to go to the Louvre I sent off a quick prayer, more like a demand, it is the way I pray now… "Keep them safe, surround them with your light, Amen." Then…