Scratch that, the glass is overflowing. I have no funny stories about this weekend. No little clever quips about the ride from Neuilly to Giverny to Etretat. No chronicles of the people we encountered, no playful renditions of our adventures on the pebble beaches or wind-swept cliffs. This weekend, nothing remotely humorous happened, and I…
Turning 30 was momentous. I wanted to be 30 so bad I could taste it. FMF, one of my favorite peoples, made it as exciting as it could be on a work day…. a crown and flashing badge were involved. I may or may not have gotten overly drunk that birthday night, because in my mind,…
I’ve been waking early to ride a Velib around Paris, to jump-start my faltering battle with weight, to clear my mind, to have some “me” time sans child, husband……responsibilities. Last Saturday as I drove around the city at 6:00 a.m., I saw so many chic Parisian girls and their friends, heading home after a long…
If I had to pick a major theme running through this blog since it’s inception in December, there’s certainly been quite a share of uplifting times, but in all honesty, a whole lot of lemons. I hate all negativity and really try to keep positive but I think being mostly positive for more than 28…
Why yes, I was a Brownie for 2.5 seconds. Thanks Babble.com for reminding me that yes, I was rejected from the Girl Scouts in the 1st grade. So thankforasking&bringingupanoldwound. Remember this picture from a post not so long ago? I was only 6, in the 1st grade at Catholic school. My peers were tough to…
There have been mentions of my random addictions in previous posts, and I suppose it’s time to come clean. “Hello, my name is Momma, and I’m addicted to television. And soda. And junk food.” And as many others have done before me, I’m blaming my mom. As a kid, my mom use to bring home…
If there is an upside in a three month+ delay in our Paris depature, it would most certainly be the opportunity to watch my son interact with his grandparents. When I think of how they treat him, respect him, love them, I am brought to tears. I only hope that as he grows he can…
Slight disclaimer: I HATE this picture of me. But for the sake of Steppin’ Out…. & apparently HJ was in NO MOOD to get his photo taken for the event. He said that the flash “hurt eyes.” {{On Papa: Jeans by Lucky Brand // Shirt & Socks by Ralph Lauren}} {{On Momma: Jeans by Land’s End //Shirt by…
After waking up 3 times last night demanding milk, or in HJ language “newilk” (I think HJ is still recovering from his 5 day stomach bug) we woke up this morning to a winter wonderland. Since HJ’s snow boots and gloves are in Paris and we’re still stateside, my mom and I geared him up in…
Thank you for this one Blair. To purge… to dump…. it is cathartic. Get ready to experience my first internet-publicized dump. << My finger nails are actually long enough to get a manicure without an embarrassing Legally Blond moment. Maybe one is in my future? >> << I’m really trying to rock the whole all-natural…
