Jet-lagged & grieving

I`m just taking a few minutes to say i managed to get on a flight yesterday. From up there, the sky was the same colour as grand-maman`s eyes.

Alas grand-maman was already gone when i arrived in Montreal.

The funeral is tomorrow.

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I didn't mean to have a sad blog

It's not a surprise but i'm devastated nonetheless. Grand-maman was doing alright and it looked like she was waiting for us to arrive in march. Yesterday was her birthday but she couldn't enjoy it. She can't talk anymore. Mum called this morning and is at her bedside... It's only a matter of hours now.

I've accepted that grand-maman is dying & I hope her suffering will be brief.

I just wish i was with my family... That's the most difficult part.

I've been calling airline companies & travel agents and no one can help me... It seems only rich people are allowed to grieve with their family.

I can't upload our last picture together as it is too painful. I can only offer you a washed-out picture i love very much; taken many years ago at christmas(c.1980). Grand-maman & grand-papa had offered me a high chair for my doll & I was very happy.

The over-analysing French

G & I were watching the news while having lunch. They were reporting on the George Bush-Jacques Chirac meeting and they tried to analyze Bush's response to the following question:

Fr2: "Will you invite Jacques to your Texas ranch?"
Bush: "I could always use a cowboy at the ranch"

Lemme explain somethin' to ya frenchie reporter... It's just a polite answer to a stupid question! No need to analyze it. Even Bush could figure that one out! Sheesh!

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Ce midi aux infos de FRANCE 2, le reporter de la rencontre Bush-Chirac a essayé d'analiser en détail laréponse suivante de Bush:

Fr2: "Allez-vous inviter Monsieur Chirac à votre ranch texan?"
Bush: "On a toujours besoin d'un cowboy au ranch"

ça ne veut rien dire! Ce n'est qu'une réponse polie à une question stupide. Je suis loin d'être fan de W. Bush mais faut pas exagérer non plus!

I'msuch a Klutz

Yet another glorious moment formetoday:

As I went to the toilet this morning, i suddenly needed to sneeze...

ah... ah... ah... (you can just picture my head backup, right?)

AtchOOOOOOOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmm!!!!

My head went forward (I sneeze really loud) and it smashed into the wall.


Pastropenvie de traduire -> Je me suis fracassé la tête en éternuant ce matin

If you are wondering what's going on with my spacing, it's gotnothing todo with the blowtomy head. Last night my darling husband, who always complains about me eating at the comp , spilled his drink on the keyboard.


Recipe for Monday Night Apero

1 part polish vodka
5 parts carrot-orange-lemon juice

Serve well chilled in a flûte à champagne

caution: Monday Night Aperomay leave you spaced out!

15 dodos

Plus que 15 dodos avant d'être à la maison.

Kodak 126

Le soleil a tenté une percée tout la journée sur Limoges mais on ne peut pas dire que ce fut un grand succès. Et puis tout d'un coup, il a réussi à se faufiller à traver d'épais nuages et ma cuisine a été baignée d'une lumière tellement jaune que pendant un moment je me suis cru dans une photo couleur des années 1970. S'était presque magique.

Suddenly, at 6pm, the sun went for a breakthrough and my kitchen was flooded by a comforting yellow light. It felt like a 70s colour picture. It didn't last long enough for me to grab the digital cam. Night is taking over real fast now. It's a perfect day to make chili con carne (don't worry about us... we are in a free-farth relationship).

J'ai mal aux orteils!

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I've been playin' grownup this weekend... Well sort of.

Je suis vraiment déprimée à l'idée d'avoir 30 ans. Il ne me reste que quelques semaines avant mon anniversaire & the counter is ticking way to fast if you ask me!

There's a million things I wasn't doing & not worrying about because "there was plenty of time!"

Guess what?! Time's up! I'll be 30 in a few weeks.

Une des choses que je croyais accomplir "plus tard" -> strutting around effortlessly wearing heels.
Ces vrai que les dames sont classes avec leur talons. Pourquoi pas moi? J'ai supporté être classe... pendant 1/2 journée. Ce matin, mes pieds m'en veulent à mort!

My feet are killing me! >_<

P.S.: La semaine dernière je voulais m'acheter des bottines Kickers/Last week I wanted to buy a pair of kickers. I doubt you'll take me seriously now.

Mutterings

Found in Ebeth's archives...

1. Dirty work:: blood
   
2. Shopkeeper:: Mrs. Lennox
   
3. Goodness:: girl
   
4. Yearning:: future
   
5. Show and tell:: primary school
   
6. Trapped:: forever
   
7. Malcolm:: X
   
8. Season:: spring
   
9. Bestseller:: book
   
10. Desk:: mess
    

taken from Subliminal Lunanina

Aie Zpeak Ze Inglish

Holy Molly! I guess I'm adapting to France much more than I thought! I'm this close to blending in according to Quizilla!

Ya think I should bring the result to the Préfecture next time?


You are 'French'. In the nineteenth century, it
was the international language of diplomacy.
It is a 'beautiful' language, meaning that it
is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin.

You know the importance of communicating
'diplomatically', which for you means both
being polite and friendly when necessary and
using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when
appropriate. Your life is guided by either
existentialism or nihilism, depending on the
weather. You have a certain appreciation for
the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic
way of saying that you are a disgusting
hedonist. Your problem is that French has been
obsolete for a long time.


What obsolete skill are you?
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By the way...

I rarely post on weekends.

Watch me post like a madwoman all weekend long just to contradict myself...



Soundtrack: Trouble by P!nk

...3 ...2 ...1 Lift Off

Hopefully this will be THE place where my blog resides. I tried to "create" my own website but I'm not fluent enough in webdesign to make something i'm satisfied with so i abandonned the project. I'll settle down for a formatted look. At least it's pink!