Ô, comme j'adore le français

Paris, je rentrerai bientôt...mais à ce moment, j'ai besoin de soleil, j'ai besoin d'amour, j'ai besoin de ma ville, alors même qu'elle est ennuyante, c'est toujours chez moi, et j'en ai besoin.

On dit qu'on ne parle pas couramment avant qu'on commence à rêver dans la deuxième langue, mais moi, je ne rêve jamais de rien; mais l'autre nuit j'ai rêvé; j'ai rêvé en trois langues, et je n'en ai aucune connu.

Paris, tu me fatigues, mais je suis dévouée, je suis attachée à toi. Pourquoi est-ce que tu ne m'aimes pas? Ou ai-je tort? Tu ne me montres jamais ton soleil, et ma peau change à l'orangé, tes nuages pleuvent comme je pleure quand je pense au départ.

"The Waltz" Auguste Rodin

J'avais des liaisons, des aventures, avec tes écrivains: tes rues que je connaîs si bien. Et mes amants me manqueraient si je les avais quitté, mais ils voyagent mieux que toi, Paris, ils ne me laisseront jamais.

Paris, je comprends pourquoi tes écrivains sont si solennels - c'est la pluie qui crée cet effet, c'est ta pluie qui crée tes grands écrivains.

love the french

French ads never cease to amuse me...this one is just pretty:

jeu d'enfant

The more French I learn, the more I am amused...

I've already been to the mall...and it SUCKED!

Half-way through moving a set of shelves, my friend Laura and I got distracted and went to buy some CDs.  On the way back, we again got distracted and stopped by Kroger to purchase food and Blenheim Ginger Ale (this, my friends, is religion).  When we arrived, we separated in order to increase efficiency and said we'd meet up in the fresh vegetable aisle. 

After ten minutes of unsuccessful searching (you gotta hit the stores at the right time for Blenheim), I picked up brie and french bread instead (my secondary religion) and trudged unhappily over to the veggie aisle to report.  But Laura was no where to be seen.  So, I browsed a little bit and then started walking back to the soda aisle, thinking she'd gone in search of the elusive Blenheim.  

As was to be expected, I got distracted.  By the Nora Roberts/Danielle Steele aisle.  Man, I have not splurged on a grocery store book in a long time.  I browsed for a minute, searching for the most ridiculous cover and title on the shelf.  It was as I was reading the back cover of Hot Property that I heard my name called.  I looked up to see Laura with an armful of stuff...more specifically, vegetables, soy sauce, ketchup, and two 'bodice-rippers'.  We both looked at each other, armfuls of unusual combinations of food (although if I'd found the Blenheim, it would've been better) and romance novels, and burst into uncontrollable laughter.  "Whew! Oh Kroger, where it all started," I finally contained my giggles, "I remember why we're friends."

On the way back, we listened to "Californication" and I did dramatic readings from Hot Property.  

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Go on then, do it

I want to see your nose crinkle,

your eyebrows furrow - 

Bite your cheek and think,

she reads what?!

But I represent the real, the norm,

the not-so-special,

This is life, folks,

and I gotta be proud of something.

You can take your fancy words

and stuff it - 

this is me.