Treat yourself ...

... and join us at Chez Candles' for the yummmy mussels from la baie du Mont Saint-Michel!
It's a mussels golden year, you know, and that might not happen again. 2 months we have them about everyweek, lol. And, woaaaa, the beer's so purfect with dem!



Dr Caso can have the beer only if she wants (lol I don't want to spoil your reputation, I just know you're more a fish girl!)

Hellllp !!!!

Psssshhhhhit.... Martin keeps looking at offers for boats on ebay!
He now even looks at offers for ...errrrr... planes!



I mean he spends his evenings doing that!

And when I tell him I don't get it, he already has a boat, he answers that I can't really understand, I'm a ... (coughing) (strangling meself) (turning blue) .... woman !

(faints)

Grand moment de solitude

(aka "a little embarrassing moment")

Yesterday I was walking through a very busy crossroads.
I was talking with Lola, the arms full of shopping bags, etc.

My skirt just went vertical, and I think I did not realize what was happening for 5 LONG, ENDLESS seconds.
c'te honte!!!!

If you've never experienced that, it is just so uncomfortable.
Bloody wind...



What was your last little embarrassing moment, can you remember?

Tell me what you listen, I'll tell you who you are

I found the other day on one of BBC's page, some kind of entertaining article about music and personnality.

A research has been done and the main conclusion is that "Musical tastes and personality type are closely related" (according to a study of more than 36,000 people from around the world)

To read the full article, it's here

I think there is logic here to associate music to certain type of personnality, even if of course you can't generalize!

Amond several things, they say: "The general public has held a stereotype of heavy metal fans being suicidally depressed and of being a danger to themselves and society in general. But they are quite delicate things" ... hehe... I confirm!

Here is a an exemple of what they could find from their research
(there are a few musical categories that are really missing here me thinks... and putting rock+heavy metal together just can't fit! But anyway, it's fun!)

Type of music ---> personnality

"BLUES (BB King) : High self-esteem, creative, outgoing, gentle and at ease

JAZZ (Thelonius Monk) : High self-esteem, creative, outgoing and at ease

CLASSICAL MUSIC (Nigel Kennedy) : High self-esteem, creative, introvert and at ease

RAP (Public Enemy) : High self-esteem, outgoing

OPERA (Aida) : High self-esteem, creative, gentle

COUNTRY AND WESTERN (Dolly Parton) : Hardworking, outgoing

REGGAE (Linton Kwesi Johnson) : High self-esteem, creative, not hardworking, outgoing, gentle and at ease

DANCE (Rave) : Creative, outgoing, not gentle

INDIE (Pete Doherty) : Low self-esteem, creative, not hard working, not gentle

BOLLYWOOD (Dancers) : Creative, outgoing

ROCK/HEAVY METAL (Metallica) : Low self-esteem, creative, not hard-working, not outgoing, gentle, at ease

CHART POP (Kylie Minogue) : High self-esteem, not creative, hardworking, outgoing, gentle, not at ease

SOUL (James Brown) : High self-esteem, creative, outgoing, gentle, at ease"

huhu, I'm not hard working then?
well, if that means I don't like working hard, no problem, that's right! :P

My Olympics

In the weight class -10kg, I've won the Olympics!
It has required a loooot of volunty and training and resistance to zillions of temptations... but I do not regret it one second!




Another 5 kilos to get ready for Christmas debauchery, and I guess that will be way enough! :P

Take a fairy, add some inspiration, talent and lots of Love ...

... and you will discover a wunnnerful series of photos...

...that should bring you enough good vibes at least for the end of the week!

enjoy :)

Getting greedy...

Just another week before new Metallica's album, and the first song I've heard sounds so much more promising than their last album!

I'm just into it, and I know you don't care, but it's all exciting for ol' Candy!



I even like their cover album, a basic -very basic- cover just the way I like dem :P

A first day ...

... that makes me think school does not suck that much!

Lola was almost running there while my lil heart was shivering behind.
She screamed she was big now, she won't need any more light during the night... she was big and going to the BIG school!

hehe



Once there she realized that Amaury (her lil crush since she's 1, lol) , would be in her class!
Amaury was as much excited: "no more Bruno to fight, this is MY lola now!"

:)



Lola spent the whole day there, enjoying a "self-service" during lunch-time, discovering so many new things in a single day... Also having a red-haired beauDiful teacher, who didn't hesitated to give homework to do on the FIRST day! grmmpphhh!(red-haired, you know, they can be merciless! :P)

Anyway, at the end of the day, Lola said she wants to spend her whole life in this school. I agreed! :P

As for Loup, he fought before leaving for school: I won't dress, I won't go to pee, I won't go to school!
Once there, while most of the kids around were crying rivers, he just sat down and waited patiently for what would happen next.
He's happy for 2 things (so he said): his teacher is really pretty (again!), and there are 2 friendly red fishes near the window!



I'm just not sure it will happen this way everyday, but that was really fine for a first day.

(happy sigh)

My carrot, part 1

If you do not like tattoos, just jump to the next post, huh :P
And if you're my mom, you're wrong, just go back to bed, it's not really me talking here

I absolutely gotta chose a design for when I'm "ready" (soon! That was my summer's diet's carrot ... and it's almost a success :P Girls knowww how to have fun, huh!)

So I have already 2 (small) dragons on the shoulders, 1 butterfly on the neck.
I really wanna now flowers and stuff inked on the skin.
Here is the first series of designs that I might enjoy (I actually already have a favorite here)... but that's way more fun to get your opinion! So which is your favorite?

(there will be other series, that is serious stuff, it can't be a quick decision!)

I don't want to go to school....

I've actually always hated it ... only when I was 14, 15 and more, I found it kewl enough to go back to school and have fun with the gangs of friends!

I hope my babes will love it more!

Tomorrow's our last day of holiday. Well, I was impatiently waiting for school to be back, so here I am.
But I had forgotten when your lil one start with school, it's a new separation. And mamas are not that made for separations with their babes.

Anyway, Loup will start at school, Lola will start with serious school, and I will run to never be too late here and there.
All that means too I'll be back *at work*, even if that means my own lil biz, I've to make it work, huh ;-)

School sucks!
(but you keep that for yourself, huh :P)

The Omnivore's Hundred ! Yummmmy!

Missssh Dr Caso was inspired the other day, answering a questionnaire found here!

(psssshit, Dr Caso, I gotta thank you for your translations! That was almost the best part, very interesting!)

To understand it, here are the rules ...:

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results

1. Venison (I'm not a fan, too much "taste")
2. Nettle tea (tisane d'ortie)
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare (I LOVE it)
5. Crocodile
6. Black pudding (bouddin)
7. Cheese fondue
8. Carp (Supa dégueu!)
9. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari yummm!
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich (sandwich au beurre de cacahuette et gelée de raisin)
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses Yummmm!
17. Black truffle
18. Wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns (petits pains fourrés au porc à la vapeur)
20. Pistachio ice cream (as a kid, it made me sick, always! Now I love it!)
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries (baies fraîchement ramassées dans la nature)
23. Foie gras and I like it a lot
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper (un des piments les plus forts du monde, cru)
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda, I would hate it!!!!
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl... I would love it!
33. Salted lassi, I prefer the one with sugar
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar ... I wouldn't enjoy the cigar! Yuccck!
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O, now that sounds funny!
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail (queue de boeuf)
41. Curried goat (curry de chèvre)
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal (curry indien le plus fort au monde), I think I tried it in London, almost killed me. Literally.
44. Goat's milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
46. Fugu (plat japonais à base de poisson super toxique), I already hate fish, sooooo toxic fish....!
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel (anguille) ... ouch! never again!
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin (oursin), too salted for me
51. Prickly pear (figue de Barbarie)
52. Umeboshi (sorte d’abricots japonais macérés dans du sel)
53. Abalone (ormeau), supa yummmy! and expensive :(
54. Paneer (fromage indien)
55. McDonald's Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle (Spätzli)
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV (bière à plus de 8%)
59. Poutine (plat national Québecois à base de frites, de “crottes” de fromage, et de sauce brune)
60. Carob chips (chips de fruits du caroubier)
61. S'mores (marshmallow + chocolat fondu entre deux crackers)
62. Sweetbreads (ris de veau) YUMMM!
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst... I can't wait to go to Hamburg, just for them, almost :P
65. Durian (fruit chinois réputé pour sa puanteur)
66. Frogs'legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain (bananes plantain frites)
70. Chitterlings (andouillette), yummmm
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost (fromage orange de Norvège)
75. Roadkill (animal tué par une voiture)
76. Baijiu (liqueur chinoise)
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini (cocktail italien à base de pêche)
81. Tom yum (soupe thaïlandaise)
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky (Mikado)
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant... I wish!!!
85. Kobe beef (boeuf japonais)
86. Hare (lièvre), I love rabbit and hate hare!
87. Goulash, Martin's mama is the queen of the goulash!
88. Flowers
89. Horse
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam (pâté de jambon en conserve)
92. Soft shell crab (crabe qu’on peut manger en entier)
93. Rose harissa (harissa avec des pétals de rose)
94. Catfish (loup de mer)
95. Mole poblano (sauce mexicaine à base d’épices et de chocolat)
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee (un des cafés les plus chers au monde)
100. Snake (serpent)

baaaa not bad for an omnivore, I've already tried 50 of the weird stuff above :P

Tell me everything about your summerish juke-box, I mean MP3 !

Dunno but sometimes on summer, like on every season, there are bands, songs, to which we stick.
What music did you really enjoy during summertime?

Music tastes being so personal, so different from one person to another, so close to the inner self (I think), I expect very different answers from ewws.

Personally, I've got completely addicted to 2 bands/singers.

None of them was really of Martin's tastes, so I think our trips by car were not that fun to him... (of course I insisted to put MY music!)

I really but REALLY fell in love with 1 band and one album.

The band is Rammstein, industrial metal stuff (pssshit, don't run away!), and the other one is an album by Moby (baaa, don't run away again!), Hotel, which is absolutely incredible. I fell in love with every song of it, which I did not expect one second.

Here are 2 videos,

One of my favourite by Rammstein, in which SnowWhite is a quite dominating junkie

Rammstein - Sonne
envoyé par bloody16

and another from Moby's Hotel. Unfortunately there are no videos of my fav songs in it. But if you're tempted, just get it. No way you can regret it :P

Moby - Raining Again
envoyé par mobyfan

Fitz-ish !

Today I woke up, and so the computers did, just as usual.
And quite early in the morning (sowwwy we're that addicted, yup)... who am I talking with?
........ Fitz!

You don't know him (except you Ariel and maybe Jack and Kiki too, hmm?), but he's a friend of mine since at least 12 years! Which also means people start to get long-term-friendly-relationship via the internet!

We've spent so much time together online with other American friends. It was a fine gang, helped me a lot to improve my English slang ;-)
I remember most of my wages were spent at the time for huge telephone bills. lol. (je me tapais quand même des factures de 3000 balles!)

Anyway, Fitz is one of the nicest person I know (and I don't say that only because he used to send me kilos and kilos of candies from Texas).
I met him too once, had a very fine dinner in Paris.

But we had lost contact for 3 years... and then this morning he was just there online!
I was as surprised as if I had met him in the street!

Great surprise.

I bless, kiss, cuddle the Internet for the few excellent friends I've met on it!

Get a lil something moving between your teeth ?

(yup I can write glamorous titles)

Not so long ago, I had some wunnerful lunch with friends, blogs' friends. A few of them are born chefs, they love cooking!
At some point, were were talking of salad, most of them mentioning they never eat salad conditioned in plastic bag.

I nodded with the others, hehe... But my inner self blushed, realising the last time I prepared a *free* salad, I was maybe 14 years-old and it was for my grand-ma. Since then I only took the tasteless washed ones imprisoned in their in plastic bag.

Soooo, once back home, I decided to try the real salads.
Haaaa beautiful, gorgeous salads!

I quickly remembered (hellllo city goil) and realized that I could not just cut the salad and serve it.

There were lots of little people in my gorgeous salad!

I had to wash it, huh. (hellllo city goil #2)
But the little people loved their shower apparently.

I gave the salad a good bath then.
Same activity on the leafs!
Haaaa, but I had forgotten vinegar. Poured some in the water.
hm.
Waited.
Observed.
Got impatient.

I still had a more crispy salad than expected!

Ok, the taste of it is so much better... troooooe troooooe! ... But, any idea how I can easily (without sweating, getting mad and swearing) get rid of the little people in them?


yumm! :P
PS: this was not my salad, huh! hehe

And if my salad didn't really frighten you...

...then what about this wunnerful creation?


for details, click here
"Salad"
Tribute to Arcimboldo and H.R. Giger
by Till Nowak

The artist-designer, who lives in Hamburg, represents a perfect cocktail to me: creativity + inspiration + gift + perfect technics.
And I'm definitely jealous of such talent!

What about a retro haircut, hm?

Don't you find this photo absolutely fascinating?

(and I don't say that only because my hubby's on it :P)



Back in the late 1980s, Martin (the cutie on the left :P) is posing with 3 friends, the smiling girl was the lil sis of his girlfriend, the 2 others, 2 friends of the time.
I gotta mention the scooter was Martin's (he's very proud of it)
-men and vroom vroom gadgets - tssss - shaking head -

Too bad we can't see really Martin here because he had a very kewl haircut -he says-, a long horn on top!

The pic was taken in the (old) tunnel under the Elbe. Woooaaaaa!

I really do love the photo, so representative of a generation, of a time, of a mood.
I could say they're all very cute actually, but then I'd feel way too old.

No, they're kewl, simply kewl :)

(Martin, what was the favourite music of this gang, can you remember? just curious! ;-)

Another very first time ...

...for Lola, whose first tooth has just fallen (and the 3 other front teeth are moving! )

...and for I, who had to suddenly wear the little mouse's outfit (our *tooth fairies* have round ears and simply luuuve cheese :P)

Lola was soooo proud, losing a tooth was like winning a medal! Now she can't wait to go to school to show it :)



And I made a pretty good job as a mouse, despite the stress of waking up the devils in the middle of the night :D

Fried eggs à la Candy

Voilà, in French when you have small boobies, we say you have fried eggs (oeufs au plat)...



Actually, I have just lost one "bra size", and I understand you don't care at all about it... but in a woman's life, that's not just a detail! Oh nenene! That's drama, TRAGEDY!!!

...

Good point is that ... tomorrow I need, absobloodilutely need to go for shopping!

Summer bits

Honestly, with the fookin weather we have in Paris, I can hardly remember what it feels to lie down in the sun :(
...which did not happen that often during our holidays anyway!

Here are the pics...

Oh it's raining again (summer 2008)

(you gotta click on "slideshow" once there, okies? :P)

My Parisian mason ...

(watta posh title!)

... is 1.60m tall, blond, blue eyes, lovely suntan, probably younger than I am. She (yup "she") wears jeans just like mines, was careful and pleasant. We talked of masonry as we could have talked of whatever.

Times have changed, huh!

That's kewl!
And my bathroom should be repaired before the end of ... next month! :P

Where is my Bobby Poppins (aka perfect babysitter) when I need him?

Apparently, the lil devils do not need to recover from their wild holidays...nope..not at all... unlike their broken mama!
Besides, the pollution makes my eyes so sore that I don't know anymore whether I can't open them because I'm exhausted or not. Life's hard sometimes ;-)

Soooo I guess I'll need another couple of days before sorting out my summer pics and share them around here. But the deal is ... naturally I show you mine if you show me yours, huh

During the holidays, there is that lil film we made, where I have some interesting dialogue with an oyster (why the hell am I talking of that again?), (oh yuss, that was a transition! :P)... but instead I'll show you this one I've found the other day :P

Chut
envoyé par viccho

A summerish logbook

Day 1 - 4.50 pm
It just starts raining, and it won't stop for the next 12 hours.
Welcome in Bretagne!

Day 2 - 10.00 pm
They (the family) started with the political topic. Electricity, thunder, fight. Carla and Nico have just spoiled my evening, thank you, guys!

Day 3 - 3.00 pm
I'm lying on the grass, purring under a glorious sun. My head's empty, only the fresh breeze on my skin does matter

Day 4 - 5.00 pm
8 motivated ones on the canoes. Water's bloody cold (17°C) or am I geDing old??

Day 5 - 9.15 am
I'm painting doors, my mp3 stuck on my ears. Moby's Hotel is just purrfect, my painting's a success!

Day 6 - 4.15 pm
Just been working 6 hours in the hobbit's house. I'm exhausted, suffer from a painful headache. Heavy medicine will help. I lie down, listening to James Bond's soundtracks. I'm walking on the beach, a scary knife fixed on the hip. The power of strong medicine!


Day 7 - 11.45 pm
The most adorable hedgehog is challenging the cats. He's driving them mad!
We give him some milk, happy hour at Chez Candles!

Day 8 - 7.20 am
Everybody's sleeping. I sit in the morning sun, enjoying my coffee. Soft music behind. It's quiet and perfect.

Days 9 - 3.00 pm
They all wanna go sailing again. Yawn, I wanna sleep on the grass, nothing else

Day 10 - 1.45 pm
The salad of the year: melon + shrimps + fresh mint + balsamic vinegar. Ligth and tasty. Fantastic!

Day 11 - 11.00 am
I kinda like masonry but it's a too hard work. The old stones are so heavy, and I keep smashing my fingers with them :(

Day 12 - 8.15 am
Me: Je t'aime, mon loulou
Loup: je m'aime aussi, maman

Day 13 - 11.45 am
I can make my own cement and build a wall by meself! Woaaa! Can I add that to my cv?

Day 14 - 10.00 pm
We've guests tonight, don't know them. Yet one of the guys comes to me later and tell me "oh by the way I already know you from your internet page"
Weird!

Day 15 - 3.30 pm
We've just found a "nest" of mice under one of the canoes! I immediately went to call for the cats .. and got everybody on my back for that! lol
The babies are safe, mama mouse took them all away (shaking head)

Day 16 - 4.00 pm
Fishing in the rocks' always exciting for the kids.. and I! We'll bring back enough for a small dinner! Yeeehaaa!

Day 17 - 8.00 am
I sneeze and cough, and my suntan belongs to dusty History. Grrmpphhh!

Day 18 - 2.00 am
My arm hurts like hell. Sport's not allowed for days.Though I hate to admit it, the stones were really too heavy for me.

Day 19 - 9.00 pm
We've 2 big wasp swarms/nests (?) in the garden (I should say "under" the garden since they built them in the ground), but 2 of us got stung by bees.
Unexpected!

Day 20 - 4.00 am
We have busy days, and always party in the evening, yet can't sleep btw 4.00 and 5.00. Jean Potocki' s still around to entertain me :)

Day 21 - 7.00 am
I will miss everything around here, except the heavy clouds!

I insist, my karma is just fine!

I'm back and already blogging! Yeeehaaaaa!

Voilà, that was the positive touch of that post :-)

Now, I worked soooo much during the last days (hobbit house stuff) that my left arm has gone on strike. Will refuse to do anything! Been 3 days. grmmmphhh!

So unpacking luggage will take more time than expected. Much more time even since we've faced a lil problem when we arrived... No more ceiling in our bathroom. I mean the ceiling was there, rrrrrright, but on the floor! Shiteroo!!!
GRRRMMMPPPHHHHH !

well, it could have been worse... me with both arms blocked and useless, and the ceiling that could have fallen while singing under the shower.
Soooooooooo, t'is not THAT bad!

Yeah, I'm kinda happy to be back..

Summer break, Die Sonne is finally mine!

Yeeepeeeeeeeeeeee!

But I think I will miss a lil bit my blogsphere during the next three weeks.
("C'est grave Docteur?")
("Worse, it's hopeless!")

Will I remember how to blog after 3 computer-free weeks? (well actually there are 2 beauDiful computers where I go but I've learnt to resist temptation!)



I was actually to blog about many fookin exciting topics, but missed the time to do it.
So you won't hear about the most wunnerful new lipstick I bought(un truc de dingue, tu le mets le matin, le soir, tu l'as toujours! Non mais les filles, it's a revolution! la meilleure invention après, heu, facebook),
you won't hear about the male-ish baby-sitter I have found (huhu),
you won't get any detail about how I fell in love with some (most expensive) tea,
you won't know how much I start to shape some body bits thanks to my Pilates coach (proud smile),
and you won't see how beautiful is the (photo)book I've made about my paintings.

I know, I nooooe, hard to handle, huh!

But I'll be back with beDer stories (if possible) about planteurs, crabs, beach, boat, cats, sheep, music, fest-noz, works, hobbit house and maybe a few drama -Dynasty style- because the whole family will gather over there (pointing towards the west)

While I'm away, don't really behave, but take care of your bits!
Mwaaaaa!

The cereals Monster

We were about ten on the boat, plus a dawg.
Among the sailors, there were Pierre, 84 years-old adventurer, and his good friend Jean-Marie. A great pair who crossed the world and lived the greatest adventures.

The weather was fine, just enough wind and sunshine.
Happy team, joking, sharing stories (camp-fire style).
Happy, yeah... till we got attacked!
A SEA MONSTER,
no kiddin!

In a bloody fight, we lost the dog.

I was petrified, I had seen meself in the eye of the sea Monster (remember Orca, the movie? yeah same way!)

But what really scared me was that this sea monster had the shape of a cereal Monster!
I would have laughed if its teeth were not that sharp.

How do you fight a cereals sea monster? That was going to be our main problem!



Not sure I will sail during the holidays or eat any cereals..!
And why do I only remember the most stoopid dreams/nightmares ?

What about you, what was the last dream you remember?

The devils' playlist

Answering their request, every other evening of my busy life I spent 40 long, endless minutes singing these songs in the dark (always the same songs as in the last post I wrote months ago, they don't want any change!) ...

Fais dodo, 'cola mon tit frère
Les petits poissons
Une chanson douce (that's my hit song, my fav' one :P)
Au clair de la lune
Entre le boeuf et l'âne gris (here I invent the words, nebermind)
Petit papa Noël
A la claire fontaine
Ne pleure pas Jeannette (a happy song in which a youn girl and her lover die at the end!)

But tonight it's Martin's turn to sing, and that is priceless!


PS: and again...you, having quiet evenings, no lullaby to sing, loud music allowed, etc etc, you don't know your luck!

Final countdown

In a week, I'll be running on the grass, forgetting shoes, time, and all the stressing lil bits of life.


I can't wait, it's just the purfect time to be away, it seems everybody's on holidays or working too hard. The blogsphere is geDing a bit slow, it's definitely summertime!

And it's getting hard with the kids around night and day here. I pray every night for a Mary Poppins (preferably a John or Bob Poppins, that would be more, ermm, *exotic* me thinks :P) to help me a lil bit.

I can hardly work before the evening, and that's a real pain in the bum. I can't find a min to read, to breathe, not a minute for meself.

Oh, talking of work, did I mention I've sold 6 candle-holders the other day (friends of friends bought them)? hehe, yup, I won't be rich but proud! :P

Anyway, I hope I can finish with this painting *in progress* before leaving. I count on the weekend for that! We'll see..

Call the Guinness office...

... cause I've just broken a record!!!!

During the summer sales, I've spent lots of time in Parisian shops to finally buy one single item (which is already a record!), a skirt, for .... 7.49 euros!!!!!
Sooooo, how's that for a material goil, hm?!



Did you break the record the other way ;-)?
Did you resist the sales, hm?

edit: oh no, I've just ruined it with bloody painting!!!!!! Nothing can be done! pfffff, not fair!!!

(crispy crusty crunch) the weekend postcards

For a couple of days... that's a lot of gas and kilometres!
Thank gawd, in less than 2 weeks, it will be the HUGE summer break: 3 long, full weeks in Brittany. Can't wait!

We arrived very early on Saturday morning, and before joining the family house, we made a stop by the hobbit house.

Wunnerful surprise there: a garden full of strawberries, red/white currants and gooseberries turned to be our breakfast. Fantastic for the city girl I am.
(memo to self: gotta check I can still call meself "girl", despite dusty age!)

And then we could check the plumber's works. All the connections are done, we just have to put the cherry on the cake now (making the bathroom, kitchen, toilets)

The plumber worked perfectly, doing exactly what we asked, and dealing with heavy stuff (like installing the connections via the rock on which the house stands...!)


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Then we celebrated my mama's birthday for the rest of the day and recovered on Sunday before coming back around here. The weekend was great, a bit exhausting with so many people in the house.

Oh, we had rain, huh, and it was cold most of the time (I worry for the holidays!), but we got sunshine too!
Just la Bretagne, quoi!


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(oh and the sheep have gone to the hair dresser! they all look so young-ish now! ...hm, except Cesar with his huge horns! Soon the horns will start to turn around and around on themselves, very beautiful!
A proud Cesar, but who does not impress the 3 girls :P)

heavy, light, dark, black, hilarious, noisy... metal rocks anyway :P

Last year, I made a *musical* break to explore classical music. That was interesting, even though I haven't found real Nirvanas on a personal level.

Now I'm actually doing the same with heavy metal stuff, which I already know, but not that much.
Ok, I say "heavy metal" and do not bother with all the sub-categories, huh!
I already get my lil idea about what I really like and what I cannot stand at all.

It's funny, I got big surprises. I'll share my love/hate list later, but since I have one song in the head since days, thought I would share it already.

Martin was the first one to be surprised that I enjoyed Rammstein.
But I do, despite the words sometimes which are a bit like brrrrrrrrr ..hehe..

This song I have in mind is this one:


(from this movie)

the words of it are much more sad than the video itself.
...and I love, love that song!

When bikini rhymes with sunny, yeepee... Candy?

(huhu supa hot post, send the kids to bed and keep grandmama locked in her cosy bedroom ...oh and bring her a cuppotea, we're not that bad!)

I gotta hurry with this post, because some really lucky ones leave for holidays soon!

So the other day I decided to take my big bag to go to the market.
It was such a gorgeous day!
The Seine looked, OMG, Carribean-ish !
Then I thought I'd pose for a minute to catch the poetry of the moment.



What a souvenir!


Well, that is indeed the bikini I bought, I'm not just a liar!
And I thought I'd try it next weekend in Bretagne but... well, it's Bretagne you know.

We just rush there for the weekend to celebrate my mama's birthday, it's gonna be a huge party. On Saturday, there was a canoe trip organized and a big picnic, but well, as it's Bretagne... there gonna be as much sater inside the canoes as outside (sigh).
Soooo new plans will follow.

Anyway all this post was nothing but a pretext to expose my bits, of course :P

Any plan for the weekend on your side of the planet?

That's one small step for a man, ...

...one giant leap for mama Candles!

And I dedicate this post to Dr Caso who will thank me forever and ever to associate her name to what will follow.
(my pleasure, missssh !)


So, Loup is clean. Not that he never pees in his pants (or much MUCH worse), but he's clean. At least I've decided that 10 days ago.
For Lola it did not work that way ((Dr Caso, you're still around?), she had to decide it by herself.
But Loup is lazy, he let me do the hard job.
I can see a pattern here ... but I prefer to forget it instantly!

Anyway, I'm proud of my lil devil as much as of meself! huhu

Summer diet (chapter #348) ...

...is a real pain in the bum (nothing new here)



Yet, there are some happy times in the life of a dieter. Like..hmm...well...lemme think!... shhhh I can't concentrate!

Oh yes, like when the diet actually works a bit! hehe..

It's just that I don't belong anymore to the (French) size 42 gang (a gang I still love, beauDiful sexy curves!). Now I'm a newbie in the size 40 gang. It feels pretty good! Ok, as I'm as small as a smoked mushroom, that does not change a lot!
hehe
But I'm proud, I make efforts, take care of meself and it works.
When I am a regular size 38er (next year maybe? I'm a slow worker!), I will have reached what I want. And the point is really not to fit to what magazines say, just to feel good in my own body. That's all what matters.

My *carrot* is a tattoo. When I close this chapter, I'll get that huge tattoo of my dreams on my back. Probably a beauDiful dragon. Good company for the lil ones, they need a mama there! :P

I told that to my mom the other day ... she looked devastated (lol, sowwy mama!) and it felt good you know (?), just like when I was 15 and wanting some piercing or whatever! lol

Her reaction really made me laugh, probably because I'm a mama now too (if that makes any sense)... and by the way I will never let my daughter do anything a bit painful like that to her body. Oh nenene!

(little) Tragedy with a happy ending

When Martin cooked on Friday evening, he forgot to turn off the "fire" (we have gas).
So the pot spent the whole night getting hotter and hotter.

In the early morning, Martin was there (yeah I know how to keep my man in the kitchen!). He just took the pot to clean it.

But then, it was hot. VERY EXXXXxxxtremly hot!
OUCH!!!!!
He burnt 3 fingers, and couldn't do anything for the rest of the weekend (what a devil's plan, btw!)
(psshhhht...Martin, next time you can make it more simple and less painful when you want me to cook :P)

Anyway Martin is ok, probably because at the end he could enjoy my own mini Spring rolls (with meat inside and Asian fresh herbs, onion, etc). Very light (no fat there) and absolutely delicious!
I was pretty proud
(and I realize I talk AGAIN about food on the same day I talk about diet on here! lol)



It was fantasticodelicious!

Doomed

I've just finished the painting that took me a whole week (with the first *failure*)
Anyway, I'm haaaappy with it, phewwww!

I felt strange though when I made it (and I'm curious if the other painters around feel the same when they create)... creating this lil fairy buDerfly felt like giving life to her. Wunnerful! But then I decided she was not to live long, and even added painful bits. I felt a bit like the one who pulled out the delicate wings. Ouch!!!
Very strange feeling!


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