


Enjoy this perfect Thursday! {It's perfect because it's leading into a long-weekend. Joy!}
I have managed to feel quite French this week. It's really quite spectacular. :) Actually, if I may say, I think my French friend felt a bit French too! Even though we're in an American home, I find myself doing things that are typically French. It was really just this week though that I realized it. No wonder my poor American Mister is sometimes confused by my actions. Should I elaborate?
Setting the table: In regards to silverware, I place the Fork on the left, the Knife on the right and a small spoon just above of the plate - laying across toward the cup. (My Mister has often picked up the spoon confused. I was too 'involved' to really realize before.
The dinner: I strive to have good bread for certain meals and if passing them out, often place the piece on the table by Mister's plate. Poor man. He automatically, picks it back up and sets it on his plate. Also, the salad is served last. So, I will sometimes bring it to the table after he's finished his fish, zucchini and a bit of bread. It can be confusing, but I think I was subconsciously trying to 're-train' his eating habits. (Oh goodness, the things I realize through this blog. Eek.)
The dessert: After clearing a bit of the dishes, I gather a couple of fruits and yogurts. Take your pick Mister. Ah, now he realizes the reason for the spoon.
I may not be French (even though we have to whisper that this week, as I am pretending....). But, either way, I have certain inclinations -- thanks to my dear (almost) French Mom, my travels and my desperate need to pretend to be French. *Sigh*
*P.S. I have some updates to give about drinking out of bowls! I love how blogging can bring up memories, unite traditions and create an entire world of wonder. But, that will have to come later - becuase I am heading to take my friend to do something entirely American: BBQ at a Military Base.
Lovely Vendredi my dears!
....French living.
Bonjour Lovelies! Sorry that I have been a bit absent this past week. I hope to do better now. :) All is coming together for the application process for the International MBA program. Now I'm just praying that I'm not too late to submit as competition is tight. But, what will be, will be.
For now, I don't need to worry about that, but instead focus on "being French". A dear friend from France is visiting me this week. So, my language is getting all mixed up. For those of you who know me, I'm not the best at separating the two languages and often, French wins. It's fine, though, because my Mister told me that one day we could move there (and pretend to be French)....so, it's best he's exposed and starts learning to communicate!
I'm sure that this week will be filled to the brim with lovely sentences and lots of touring. And....I'll be able to start marking off some items on my Seattle Bucket List.
If you were to pretend to be from a different country - where would you choose?
Bonne journée mes amis !
Perhaps it's the fact that Fall is around the corner, and inevitably, when autumn comes, I crave bouquets of sharpened pencils. I crave fresh, untouched paper and the smell of old books. Yes, I must admit, that I crave school. {Or the idea of it at least.....cause admittedly, school is not on my list of most favorite things. But, the idea of it....?! Well, the idea of it is magical.}
What does this mean for me? Well friends - this week I'm applying for an MBA program. The classes will push me a bit, but that's what I'm hoping for. So here it goes! I'm praying I get in....since I am waiting to the last minute to apply.
What are you motivated to do lately?!