Yeehaww paris cowgirl!

Wow ! I haven't been here in a long time. My cousin's already 25 weeks in her pregnancy... I've been working like mad so that I would'nt have to work during the holiday. It's been five years now that I haven't had a proper x-mas holiday. Every year, I find myself typing in front of the fire at my parent's country house. Yeah... in front of the fire... but typing. So this year, I'm going to be free. I can bake cookies and cakes with Lola, I can cook for the family, help my mom, READ in front of the chimney, have long conversations with my brothers whose faces I've almost forgotten from not seeing them in such a long time. I can go running... but I won't (I also have this kind of freedom). So from dec 22nd to dec 27th, I'll be in Normandy with my family. Marc (my brother from Washington DC) and his wife are arriving on the 25th, so are David and his family. On the 27th, I'm going back to Paris cause I have an episode due on that day. I'm droping Lola at her dad's so they can go have X-mas in his family in the Alps (how complicated is that ?)On the 28th, I'm heading down south to meet Sam (my french boyfriend from England)and on the 1rst, we 're both heading to London, where I'll be staying until the 6th of jan. I have a headache just writing it down.

How do I feel about all this ?

Well I'm meeting Sam's parents, brothers, friends and all. On the one hand, I'm happy about it, and I really don't feel like it's anything THAT important. I like the fact of understanding who he is by observing his environment. But on the other hand, I have a strange feeling. To put things in context : I divorced 5 years ago from a guy who's family totally adopted me the minute they met me. Same for me of course. I mean, I divorced but my mother-in-law is still my mother-in-law and will always be. This family is like my family ! And now, meeting someone else's family is like some kind of a betrayal for me. I know it sounds wierd but I almost feel guilty about the whole trip. I know my family-in-law would be very happy about my new relation (I even told my mother-in-law about it) but it's me... I don't know... maybe I'll fell better when they're actually in front of me. I'm just apprehending the situation I guess... I wish all this would've happened already...

Well, I probably won't be back before 2007. So to those who read up to here : May your Christmas be super merry and enjoy your holiday !!!

Very Special thought for Nefri and her inside peanut. Give all my love to parents and sisters...
and coordinates...

Today, I finally found some time to go look for an outfit for a wedding on saturday. I found a really pretty red top... and I bought it. I mean, the store was closing, I had to think quick... too quick. Anyway, it'll be perfect with... uhh... my... oh ! and otherwise, I could always wear it with... Damn ! I have nothing to wear it with ! I need to find a pair of pants now and some shoes, two precisely. Oh... and a little something to wear on top of the top... I hate shopping for that. I buy things that just don't match with anything I have. The other thing I hate is getting advice from a 22 years old salesgirl. Here is this cute-baby-face (I'm jealous, so what ?)tall, thin, all smiles... I'll pass all the description part... annoys me... Anyway... I had my beautiful red top on and she tells me that if I wear a neckless (the kind that fits tight to your neck, we call that a "dog neckless") it will draw glances away from my cleavage. WHAT ?!? Hahahahaha ! Listen, baby-face, you could wear a bunch of bananas around your neck, the guys would still be drooling on your cleavage. But that was cute... And I mean Duh! If I don't want people to look at my cleavage, I can just go for a turtleneck. I'm 37 and you know what ? I hope I'll be drooled on (at, all over, whatever) for a few other years !
After that, I decided to go to the movies. Good film, lots of fun !
And now what ?

Nefri's explanations (can I call you by your real name or am I not supposed to reveal it ?) concerning my CSI interrogations made me think about a story that had happened to me. Last month when I moved out, I asked some of my friend to help me. I had rented a truck for D day but I wanted to move a maximum of boxes the week before. So as my car is a tiny little one (although american) I asked one of my best friends Tanya to lend me her big Lancia Break in exchange of mine for a week, which she accepted right away. So on monday, we did the swap. And guess what ? An hour later, she had an accident. Thank God or whoever, she and her kids were alright but my car needed serious fixing. Anyway, the day after, I was in her car, waiting in traffic. And this girl decided to cross right behind me but she didn't see the guy on the motorcycle getting ready to pass me. He knocked her down and slipped right under my car (Tanya's). I got out and... I must confess... I looked at the car first (everything was ok). The girl was lying on the road, crying. She asked me to call her husband which I did of course but he didn't answer the phone. Then I called her neighbour who came. Oh ! by the way, the guy on the motorcycle was alive and up. He was feeling really bad for the girl. I thought she had both legs broken. She couldn't move. While waiting for the ambulance and police to come, I started thinking of how UNLUCKY I was and wondering what the next thing would be. Here in France, we have this saying "Never 2 without 3". And it's usually true as far as I'm concerned. Then the police arrived and started questionning the broken-legged girl. That's when I realised that I was a very LUCKY person (Damn !). When they asked for her papers, she said she didn't have them because she had been attacked the week before in her own car and the guys had taken her purse... OKay... Then they asked if her husband was gonna come and she said he couldn't come on his own cause he was becoming blind. Okay... now what ? Then when they asked her about her health, she informed them of a very rare blood decease she had and that she would have to go through exams because of the accident. I just wanted to tell the cops to just shut the fvkvirah up and stop asking her all these depressing questions. It made me feel to good about my self when I should've felt VERY depressed. My problems were soooooo little compared to hers. Here's another french expression to say that : "compared to hers, my problems were cat wee-wee".Charming... Apparently, the expression "Never 2 without 3" extends a little bit for some people. Anyway I kept in touch with the girl and finally her legs were fine. She was just very sore and would have a hard time walking for a few days. So I'll end the story (cause I can see your watery eyes starting to close) by D day, the moving out. I'll skip to the end of the day when my best (boy) friend Nicolas smashed the truck I had rented. "Smash" is a big word. He scraped it on the side. Well, needless to say, I was very upset. But in a sense I was relieved too, cause n° 3 had finally happened and that marked the end of the serie.

It's in the epilogue that you will understand why Nefri reminded me of this story. Well the cost of the repairs for my car were so close to the estimated price of my car that the insurance company wanted to "total" it. Which I refused. Had to pay a little more than the deductible but I didn't care, I wanted it back. I didn't want the insurance to sell it to a wholesaler who would flip it and sell it to another guy...

Just to let you know, my best friends are still my best friends... cause, I mean, all this is just cat wee-wee compared to others' life...

So long !

Hi again, since I have a whole bunch of americans around me here (yepeee!!), maybe I could ask you a question about my work. I'm working on CSI Miami. I'm sure you all know this one. Well Horatio (who I hate personally) asked the police to find a car that was involved in a car accident three years before. The police found it using the VIN number.
And that is what he tells gorgeous Horatio about what happened to the car after the accident :

"Insurance company totaled it and sold it to a wholesaler. Wholesaler flipped it and sold it to… Luis Cruz."

I mean, all this might seem very easy to understand to you but to me, it's gibberish. What I understand is that the insurer broke the car completely, sold it to a wholesale garage who himself FLIPPED IT (no clue) and sold it to this guy Luis Cruz.

This does not make sense to me... Can someone help ?

I am nefri's hottest cousin! I want to meet you all! Tell me who you are :)