Holiday.

What, my Loverly Loverlings, is sweeter than being on vacation (even if it's only for one week)?

I'll give you a moment to think it through.
Take your time.

For me, anyway, it's very simple. There's no schedule. Sure, there a few projects, some of which have been put on the proverbial Back Burner for some time. But things happen at a natural pace, a laid-back, what-time-is-it pace, and I enjoy that very much.

This morning, for example, I spent a few minutes checking a few things on Facebook, sipping my cup of coffee while The Man shoots some people in the game he's currently playing. He's got his headphones on, so I don't know what's going on. All I know is when he gets shot, he goes "awww man I didn't see that guy coming - he scared me!" and I nod or do the " awww man that's too bad" face. We have a good balance, there.

We're slowly revving up to go buy what we need to paint the bedroom and fix a few things around the house. We spent a really nice weekend with The Man's dad. On Friday we had dinner at Café du Clocher Penché, and I had some of the most scrumptious Ris de veau I've ever had. We then attended the Cirque du Soleil's street show, Les Chemins invisibles.

Saturday, we thought we couldn't beat the restaurant from the night before, and we were wrong. I had reserved a table on the very charming terrasse at Poisson d'avril, in Quebec's Vieux-Port. I had snow crab and surprised The Man and his father unit by completely showing this crustacean who was the boss. I even managed to make it look easy (for a girl who hadn't tackled crab legs in over 15 years). After dinner, The Man declared, and I quote: "Ok, that's it. From now on, I'm always going to order what you're ordering, because your plate is always better than mine." Wisdom, my friends. Wisdom, right there.

We went to Moulin à images that night, and to Grosse-Île on Sunday. A great weekend. Now, it's time to don the painting gear and get cracking. Slowly. With a what-time-is-it stance.

Fitness Test.

Ugh.

It's Friday, Ladies and Cats. And Friday - especially in the evening, after a full work week - is a good time to play Wii Golf with one's spouse, kick back with a martini, and take things easy.

Goddamn my life is good. Why do I ever complain about anything?

Have a cold one, friends. Enjoy.
And yes - Boo still owns me.

Once Upon A Time...

...There was this girl.


She liked to write. In fact, not only did she like writing, she virtually lived by it. She needed it to survive. And then, after a few months, she felt this sour, bitter taste far in the back of her throat and thought "Oh - maybe I need to tone it down. Maybe people don't want to read about my daily meanderings, my Élucubrations."


So she waited until she found the right topic to write about. Day in and day out, she held back until the right phrase presented itself. She found everything boring and un-post-worthy. Once in a while, she jotted down words and sentences, figured out ways to make them sound the way she wanted them to, and inevitably postponed publishing them to her blog. She went to see the Beastie Boys in Montreal (yyyyessss!!!) and generally had a great summer. Her man turned thirty and it was not the party she thought it would be, but it was great anyway. She continued knitting the baby blankie for her friends S&M (I assure you...) in Montréal.


Oh this gets tiring, writing at the third person. So for the record, I am alas fed up of waiting, Throng of Readers. I have grown used to your comments and approval, and I found it was lacking in the past posts. So I stopped writing. But I craved the writing so much! The writing is such a joy! To post once in a while and to - maybe - get a response, some sort of acknowledgement! It filled me with joy! So I am back to the writing. How many times have I said this? Many. I admit. Okay. I have not been regular in posting. Please forgive and forget, for this is a tentative new beginning.


How have you been? Well, I hope. Any of you have kids while I was gone? Anyone retire or move to a distant land? Anyone get married, divorced, found new yummy love? Good. Keep me posted. I crave your news. My last question to you was not answered, you bunch of worthless losers, except by my one and only Tortuga. So for the record, the Chicken crossed the road to get to the other side, to slip his card to the hot business guy with the pinstripe suit and the tie and the briefcase. This particular chicken, as my father-in-law would say (he likes to use the word particular) according to Tortuga, did not have a ring on his left hand ringfinger, or wherever it is that chickens place their rings. So she said, and I quote: "Go chicken go." Voilà. And now that the survey results have been communicated, I may move on.

I'm off to play Project Gotham Racing 4 on my boyfriend's XBox 360 while he's gone. So long, Suckers. See you soon, I sincerely hope.

Best wishes, and I'll keep you posted. This time.

Mademoiselle xox