Yeah. I haven't been blogging. *snort*
I think the whole moving thing really is alot more disorienting than I had realised. We've been in our new home three weeks now and I still can't manage to keep any type of schedule! This of course is disasterous for an organizational control freak like me. I mean, I can't even seem to wake up at a regular time each day. I've even cut back on the cocaine and the drinking and still I can't seem to get it together. Some days I'm up at 7AM and other days I manage to turn off my alarm in my sleep and then wake-up at 8:30AM completely disoriented.
I don't know what it's like where you live, but here it gets dark at 4:30PM and the sun comes up shortly before 8AM. Folks, that's a whole lot of night-time. I'm sure my disconbobulation is all related to my need for more sunlight hours, so Frenchboy is getting me this for Christmas:
Hopefully the fake early sunrise will help my brain chemicals or something. If not I will say f*ck it and become a vampire because as an early Christmas gift I bought myself this:
Laugh if you want to suckers, but vampires rock and at least when the weather is too cold to leave my house I won't be stuck watching dumb-ass French television. Seriously. You can die from watching the Dukes of Hazzard dubbed into French. Fatal I tell you. I meanb--these people still watch Starsky and Hutch for Christ's sake! Desperate times call for extreme measures, and thus---Buffy and Angel to the rescue.
Oh, Oh! And speaking of Christmas....
MY MOM IS COMING TO FRANCE FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR!
Can you tell I'm excited?
In fact she's coming for Christmas AND New Years. I will have her for 2 whole weeks. And I think she may even be an ordained minister by the time she gets here.
That's right folks, that means that if you happen to be in our neck of the woods from Christmas Eve until the first week of January, she will be available for all your baptism, marriage, and exorcism needs. Plus she's really affordable. You can even pay her in champagne. (No Crémant accepted please.)
Oh Oh Oh and speaking of my family---my mom recently became a grandma for the second time. Look at this cute lil bugger.
His name is Landyn Antonio. Or as his father calls him: "L.A." And he's mad fly sitting in the "Boppy" I bought him. I want to send a special Thank You shout out to my youngest brother Tony for making this baby. Landyn's arrival assures that my mom will stop pestering me about when FrenchBoy and I will make an ungrateful little crumb-snatcher of our own.
Let's see what else. Christmas in Metz, yadda yadda yadda and a quick shot of the Christmas Carousel in Centreville. I want to get drunk on "vin chaud" and ride that thing!
With any luck I will talk French boy into riding on it with me later this evening if we go to the Christmas market. But chances are slim. He's a bit tuckered out from doing 6 holes of golf in the pouring rain this afternoon. (A+ for effort sweety. D- for timing.)
OH OH---yesterday I ate my first bûche de Noël . One down, only 49 more to go untill I reach my goal for this year of 50!
p.s. I was joking about the cocaine and the drinking. I would never cut back on my drinking.