jeudi soir

Bonjour a tous,

So it's almost the eve of the first of October...and our fall weather is no where in sight. It's incredibly hot and I can't stop complaining about it! It is the hottest September Paris has seen in 25 years and it is also hotter than July was! Mon dieu! (I also complain because I sent home all my summer clothes with Nathan...gra grr gah).

So I got to thinking how much I miss last week's weather, the chill and being able to wear jackets, I was just getting comfortable with the fact that I wasn't going to be cooking all day in the sun, and I can't stop thinking about fall. It's here (well not in sight, but it poked it's head around last week) and my brain is on alert for when it is time to put out halloween/harvest decorations. One small problem: The French don't celebrate Halloween. Oh. No. I've done exhaustive searches looking for little decorations for the apartment, to no avail. The best I found was some skeleton key chains and skull candles in the gift shop outside of the catacombs. I would be able to suffice with harvest decorations, but there aren't any either! Sheesh! I am very spoiled by the way the States celebrates this holiday, and it's official. I could never be an expat and live in Paris. Simply for the reason that fall weather plays hide and seek but mostly because I miss out on the time of year I love most back home. I can make do with the trees, they're absolutely beautiful, but there's just such a cozy feeling to fall back home. Not to mention the spooky atmosphere that lurks during the month of October.

P.S. Oh and nothing beats driving around top down in Ruby during autumn.

Lundi

It's monday.


GROSS.

I have nothing to wear.

  A picture from when Nathan was here and we were exploring Paris at midnight. (Feels much safer than Cincinnati...at any hour haha)

Today is rotten. I feel rotten. Haven't been getting enough sleep and I'm feeling under the weather. I made it to class today to give a presentation, it went really well, and then was allowed to leave class early to come back home. Went back to bed, Erin went to class, and now it is 4 pm. I just realized Erin won't be home til 730 pm, and started to pout about how things would be easier if I were sick at home. For instance:

1. Sweatpants are accepted, if not encouraged.
2.I could have driven to school and back instead of packing into the metro.
3.Delivery food options!
4.I could drive to get food.
5.No complex thought process on how to order food since I wouldn't need to speak french.
6.French food is still growing on me, I'm pretty picky when I'm sick so there aren't very many options anyway. ( Can you tell I'm hungry? Haha)
7.My heating pad is at home.
8. I have a great chiropractor at home that doesn't break the bank.
9.uhhh..kitties make me feel better!


Okay okay, so a pretty lousy post, but I had to complain somewhere! Now it's back to sleep...No class tomorrow so I don't run the risk of missing anything, I just hope that I start to feel better soon because lying in bed in Paris all day is boring!!!!!

2 weeks behind! AHHH

Desole mes petits.... I try to keep on top of blogging and then , well yeah it doesn't happen.

So anyway, don't have time to recap on two weeks just now, but I just wanted to real quick chat about my homework for my oenology class-history of wine!

We were sent on a mission to find a caviste (wine shop) in our neighborhood and that these were designated by just having wine-when you see one you can't miss it. Well I wasn't able to find one in my 'hood until last week with Nathan, turns out it's less than a block away...oops.

Well I wasn't really feeling this assignment because I had to write a transcript of the conversation down and I was nervous about grilling someone about all these wines.

J'ai plus de questions pour vous monsieur, vous pouvez aide-lui avant moi. (I whipped that out out of nowhere! Translation: I have many questions for you monsieur, you can help him before me.) I said that because there was a rather grumpy older gentleman who entered the caviste after me who kept eyeballing me and edging closer to the caviste owner.

When it was finally my turn, I was able to ask most everything in French and understood most of everything he said back...even though I said I was a student and it was clear I wasn't a native french speaker, he didn't slow down his speech one bit...AHH! I felt bad just wasting his time with silly questions and the other part of the hw was to try some wine anyway, so I asked him what kind of wine he would suggest with beef? He wanted more details...I was pretty embarrassed to tell him my dinner was going to be hamburgers avec frites (with french fries) but ce n'est pas grave, he offered me one called Binet Jacquet (aw cute, it rhymes) and here's more info.
I got it for a bargain of 12 euros though, I'll let you know how I like it.

Bonsoir!