samedi 31 mai 2008


Today, I thought of you. I knew I was going to the Galeries Lafayette and at the Printemps so I took my camera, I played the tourist, and . . . .
what? Buying something for you? Well, . . . . .I 've forgotten your size.
Next time, maybe, if I don't forget my credit card. Or if my banker let me use it.

Anyway, in opposition to most of the French people, I'm not chauvinistic at all, and I affirm that these department stores are two of the most marvelous in the world, ( I would add Harrods in London). They are the temple of fashion and tend by their items. But the buildings by themselves are old fashion and splendid, inside and outside, from basement to their respective terrace.

Boulevard Haussmann, both department stores side by side

The Dome of the Galeries Lafayette

Ground floor, Perfumery

I have been a little bit compeled to post by For The People, so, would you be so kind as to give me an explanation in the comment part, pleeaase . See how we are well-educated!
By we, I mean French people, I don't speak of myself saying "we". Not yet!
That deserves comments, no?

vendredi 30 mai 2008


Here my participation to Sky Watch Friday, a rainbow over the roofs. Paris
It's raining here, watch Roland Garros Tennis Open, they confirm!
Have a good week-end.
If you need to watch more skies, fly to Tom's blog : Welcome To Wiggers World

vendredi 23 mai 2008


If you need more sky space, go and visit Tom's blog at Welcome To Wiggers Words. He 'll give the adresses to dream your head in the clouds during all day, maybe more.

I wish you a good week end to all fo you from Paris.

lundi 19 mai 2008


After having read the previous post, you'll know what does Gabriel want to identify himself.
That's for "The Hunter", subjet of this post, at Sardonic Catholic Dad.
We also take pictures of our son during his transformation, in his 2d personality! But we publish them just in case of necessity. So, poor dad, you're not the only one! Even, sometimes, we can't erase the markers!
After the Hunter, here's the Tiger.

vendredi 16 mai 2008


I've decided to be a sky sharer, as Jules from Just Because proposed us on this morning post.

Here's my sky from France. The South of France. I don't try to win a contest just to participate to bring together a sky-puzzle.

Go and see Tom's blog Welcome To Wiggers World, the initiator.

mercredi 14 mai 2008


Ok, it's bad quality movie, but I couldn't put a spotlight on his head! Please, turn off the music on the right, like this, you will able to hear our delicious language : )

I will show you today how every single thing must be argued concerning Gabriel. From the morning, to the night, we have to justify ourselves to obtain what we want him to do.

This morning, I enter in Gabriel's bedroom.

me - "Gaby, it's time to wake up"

him - begining moving his hands, but not opening his eyes.

me - "Gaby it's time to go to school."

me again - "Do you hear me?"

him - "No !"

him - "No question! I don't care what you're telling me"

Here, Im not sure of the translation. No insolence just "I want to ignore what you're saying" I'm in fact used to know that they don't care what I say.

me - "You don't care what I'm saying? Want to see your friends ."I try to remind him the good side of going to school. What would you have said yourself?

him -"I want nothing, I don't wanna go to school."He doesn't want to follow me that way of the dialogue. Quite slick to come back to the essential, well tried Mom. The student is going to surpass the teacher.

me - "you're going to dress up"

him - "No I don't want to play with your friends" He gets one question late. I try again.. . .

me - "Do you want to eat something?"

him - "yes, . (Hourra! First Yes, situation is to be locked off). . . . .. a slide of bread with Nutella"

As once up, it'll be half the work done.

. . . . . . . .. . . .. . . . . . . . . .

And finally,

me - "Do you love me?"

him - "yes"or more exactly "yesh"because of the pacifier, "oui-ch"

me - thinking, how I love that he answers with spontaneity , YES.

Guess who try? And finally, guess who win? Guess who arrived late at school and had to present her excuses to the teacher?

On every point, from the begining of the day to the end. But I can forgive everything after this yes.

mardi 13 mai 2008


Here, it's Tuesday. 2 days after Pentecost. Did we work yesterday, Monday ?
No, of course.
Monday was a day-off. As before the revolution they celebrated the Pentecost the entire week following the Pentecost Sunday, they kept one day-off . It 's always here, for our best satisfaction. French are so appreciated for their days-off calendar!

Your Blogging Type is Social and Responsible

You enjoy blogging and do all you can to advance the blogging community.
From helping friends set up blogs to getting rid of spam - you take a leadership role.
A super blogger, you tend to blog regularly. You'd hate to disappoint your audience.
And always appropriate, there's no way you'd blog something too personal!

I've tried to find a translation for " to blog" in french, And I find : blog (internet) - the same word in French. We haven't already invented a word to avoid the Anglicism. Conclusion : there's not even a word in French to give a definition.

You were answering Jules in your blog Just Because if we tell others we 're blogging. No question, in France. It depends on who you're telling it. After 50 years old, they think you're telling them you're suffering of a weird sickness, before, they think you form part of the teenager's community, those, you know, who get thumbs-up-pictures in their blog, you try to enter the community desperately.

Why do we blog? That's also the question Kalynne is answering in her blog
"The Philosopher Mom" in this post..

Why do I blog? I wonder what are the reasons that compel me to blog daily? What is this strange attraction which make me installing myself in front my screen , again and again, day after day. Because I've done every domestic chores, my home is absolutely tidy, and children are playing kindly with one another, having finished their homework with no difficulties at all . I'm that home goddess you thought, I wouldn't blog otherwise.

Why do I pass so many time discussing via blogs? What? you think I'm boring to death at home as a SAHM. I don't get exactly enough free time to be bored. I try to manage time, to keep blogging without encroaching upon my time family. The balance is very hard to find.
We all get reasons, they're all different :

- Some do it to practice their literary skill, and need readers for it
No literary skill concerning me. As I blog in english, and my vocabulary is as extended as a 4 years old native english, I don't form part of this category. That's sure. Maybe reading your blog would improve my english but we're speaking of "writing"and not "reading".

Those blogs are like wonderful show windows of famous Department stores, you comment outside, but don't dare to enter. So you just leave a comment . Too bad,
I don't play in their playground!

- Some others, because they're immensly gifted with too much humor.
Oh yes, this one, each blogger desires to be included in it with or no literary skill.
( I wonder if my humor is connected to your american turn of mind. I feel constantly obliged to add : ) to warm I'm kidding. I warm myself from going too far. I'm not at home, just guest.)

In these shops, there's sometimes so much crowds that the owner is too overwhelmed to adress a word to each customer. But I've found, by myself, some little shops around the corner that are well supplied with humor! No big-headed at all, not yet too much popular. Hope they will keep answering in the window-comment .
- Some consider their blog as a diary,
Isn't it the first meaning for blogging? A kind of link between far away family or friends and themselves.
Those little shops are really classical, and endearing. You come back, and become a regular customer. They're so similar to mine. There's a kind of solidarity. We sell the same items. It's heartwarming. I love these one too. You're never disappointed. A good client can become a friend.

- Some are searching for exchange
Not that kind of exchange, some bad thinking people could imagine, there are specialized blogs I guess with that aim . Here, I'm speaking about ideas exchange, discussions, gossips no need to be absolutly serious all the time, a kind of joust which is terrific without being never nasty when the 2 minds are on the same wavelenght. These blogs are for me. I'm better on commenting than writing by myself an article. I'm frightfully chatty, sometimes my comments are as long as the post itself!

That's International World Trade. I import, you export. the great Exhibition! We swap. They give me addresses, we extend our net. Good for everybody. I'm even writing in English comments on an english owner's blog who lives in France. If that's not International Trade!
- Others unburden their mind

Less expensive than psychologist and no need of appointments, readers, may I say "hearers", are always available. Furthermore, they're, without fail, compassionate.

- There are well equipped blogs
The two who have found me with their trackers. a kind of alarm system. Do you have heard "La Marseillaise" (our national hymn, give ear in Olympic games, you will hear it maybe once in fencing, if you don't have fallen asleep before) when I passed around. The kind of blog which get all the technology.

Both of them has come on their doorstep shop and invited me to enter . I thank them with all my heart, I would have been too shy to make the first step inside. Both are Kalynne "The Philosopher Mom" (link above) and The Mom from "Shoved to Them"

Why do I purchase in a foreigner country? I told Kalynne in her post, it was by "Exotism". In fact, I prefer to discover you than discussing with well-known fellow creatures. Attraction of novelty. Besides I told you French people are not bloggers on heart except in particular theme. They're retail dealers. And as consumer, I want to do errands all at the same place.

What particular shop owner are you and why? Maybe all /many at once? Don't kid yourself.

lundi 12 mai 2008


How is it possible to contact someone so far, randomly, and discover we get exactly the same cat. For my friend Jacque and her family. And all those who love cats.