I gotta mention here that just before starting writting this specific bloggie, I've just spilled my first cawffee all over the flour behind Gulli...
(which has nebber happened... I just don't spill!!!).

Well, yesterday evening, I thought I would COOK, I mean really cook. I don't enjoy it, but I'm not against it from time to time.
My plan was an orange cake.
Great, hm?
hehe
I was motivated.
Well, in the 5 first minutes, I dunno how, but I spilled the box of flour all over the floor in the kitchen. That happened in a millisecond but that was enought to have me grmmmphing for the next 10 minutes.

Martin shouted from the other side of the flat: "I will do the cooking, just let everything as it is!!!!"

tssss. No!!!! I would do it, no matter what!

... I took the vacuum-cleaner and get rid of the flour. I put the vaccuum-cleaner in the next room, thinking I had to go on with the cake first.

There had enough flour left to finish my cake... phewww.
So there I go, playing the kitchen scientist.
Butter...sugar... eggs... flour.

But I'm not comfortable enough, I have to pour the flour very slowly while turning the preparation.
I have an idea: why not going on the sofa, put the dish firmly between my legs so that it does not move? Then I have a free hand to pour the flour.

Cooking is complicated.

Anyway, on my way there, to the living-room... my feet met the forgotten vaccuum-cleaner and woooosh, I spilled my preparation all around!!!!
And the worst is not on the pic (how practical to get a digit cam!)... When I started cleaning, I spread the buttered preparation... a nightmare for my parquet ... and my jeans.

My cake is done, I haven't abandoned. But I'm not about to go back in the kitchen for a few days.
These are *signs*. I gotta listen at dem :P

I've caught the proof Lola participated actively to the weight excess of our tiger of siberia (I find you thin Joe, no but really! ...but the fookin vet' tells the opposite... I see a *liver mission* here ;-)

Lola has cried from 3.30 to 4.30 last night....
And it's a cry that meant "come and take me wiff you! I'll cry harder till you do it!"
(tired sigh)

Martin went to calm her down a couple of times...

...and I finally took her for 5 minutes with us. She started smiling, calling us, kissing us, putting her arms around our neck, etc. It was Heaven for Lola! (happy sigh **~~*^* *)

Then we re-started the ceremonial to put her in bed... and let her with a lil light on and a bottle of water, she cried again for 10 minutes and finally fell asleep.

Phewwwwww
I think next time we'll let her cry for 10 minutes, but we won't wait for a full hour! I don't want to answer her whims, but I think it is good at a certain point to "break" the rythm (of the cries). With a cuddle, a lil walk around the flat or whatever :)

We've order a night light btw. One in the shape of a big yellow rabbit. I'm going to turn this rabbit into Lola's protector, and will tell her so till she understands :)
I hope it will work.
The only probbie when you start with such habits... is that whenever you forget the lil helper... you get a tragedy ;-)

And here's my CUTE pic of the week! (G)
If you replace this CUTE hairy lil creature by my fat lazy (no I'm jocking, Joe!) tiger of siberia, that's about what I get each time Lola try to feed him!

And there you go, extremist Catholics, also the extreme right party here ask (loudly) that Mel's movie be distributed.
I'm fed up with extremists, they're going again to "intellectually" steal another cultural event (a movie in that case). They're going to spoil it.

Then it will be an attack from the anti-religious extremists, attacking Religion and Faith in general.

What could be just another movie, maybe and probably interesting, is going to be used by extremists as a weapon. That makes me really mad.

I knew I needed to grmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhh a bit this week!!!! ;-)
But I hope I'm not grmmphhhhing for nothing... I hope I'm defending a right cause (cultural freedom?) with this movie. Something I won't be able to confirm before I can watch it!!!

grrrmmmppphhhhhh!
hehe

Why blogging? I often hear that question at the moment...
And my point hasn't changed really about it.

Some finds it very self-centered, talking about oneself all the time.

I use my blawg in a very personnal way, and you can tell self-centered way, yes absobloodilutely.

When I'm blogging, I sit down and relax and take some distance with all what's happening around me. I find this time I spend blogging really precioussssssssss.
I run almost all the time, except when I'm blogging. Phewwww

Then, beside this zen effect it has on me, it's a good way to share with close friends what's happening.
I clearly remember why I started blogging. It was to replace the tons of emails we (friends) shared. It turned complicate to answer this or that, etc etc. And suddenly the blog solution appeared like THE tool we needed.

And finally, even if I don't fancy (at all) getting more and more visitors (new ones are always welcome with a good pint though!), I luuuuve talking about hot topics or very *light* ones, ones that will provoke reactions and discussions.

Zenittude....sharing....communication
Isn't blawglife beauDiful? ;-) **~~*^* *^^* *^^* *

And just for pleasure... let's all sing it!

Let joy fill every Briton's heart,
For now the country's going to make it.
At last a King who looks the part,
At last a Queen who looks good naked.

Blackadder,
Blackadder,
A monarch with panache,
Blackadder,
Blackadder
He's got a nice moustache

Everything he wants he'll get,
The world is now Blackadder's oyster,
Most Prime Ministers are wet,
But Baldrick he is even moister.

Blackadder,
Blackadder,
A dog who's got his bone,
Blackadder,
Blackadder,
A bastard on the throne

Blackadder,
Blackadder,
His beard is neatly curled,
Blackadder,
Blackadder,
He's going to rule the world

I've just found my tv-quote-of-the-week and it's been a hard work chosing one among thousands from... BLACK ADDER!



We've discovered Black Adder a few years ago thanks to a good couple of Anglo-German friends.... it's been a real *discovery*, I'm sure the French would love it (and it would be a good change instead of my beloved Benny Hill ;-).

Percy: Only this morning in the courtyard I saw a horse with two heads and two bodies.
Blackadder: Two horses standing next to each other?

from Witchsmeller Pursuviant episode

hehe, I luuuve it!

I should FINALLY know in the next days when our book gonna be published! (weeeeeeeee!!!)
For the moment I'm checking the cover they've made from the one I had already done. And I find it good enough, but with a few visual details that are not purrrfect.

SIGH

That means I gotta work the whole evening now!

grmmmpphhhhhhhh

I've just finished the illustration of another classic fairy tale: Donkey Skin, (by Charles Perrault).

I don't find Perrault's tales really classic, not in the classic way we get the pattern "the evil-the innocent princess-the heroic prince".
And here, Donkey Skin talks clearly of incest, though I also see it as a representation of forced marriage, "forced love", which happened at the time of Perrault. That habit led to tragic situations as it is more than suggested in this tale.

Anyway, I like a lot this tale, this young princess wearing the bloody (that's how I'd paint it in an adult version) and ugly skin of her dad's beloved donkey. The kind of tale that does not let you with a stoopid sighing smile all along (=the way I smile most of the time! ;-)

It's said that *mardi-gras* is the last day to enjoy party time and good food before starting the catholic Lent. A special day celebrated since the Middle Ages.

What I know is I've always celebrated it with excitement, funny costumes and lots of pancakes!

I don't know really where mardi-gras is celebrated... I know they do it in Germany and Italy too.
Talking of Italy, I've always been fascinated by the masks they wear during the Venice carnival. I find them beautiful, a bit mysterious, devilish and frightening too (with usually dark eyes).
It seems that they get a direct effect on people wearing dem: they all behave so graciously. I like that a lot!

I would love trying playing with them once, I wonder how I would feel. I'm sure they'd transform me for a while ;-)


Sunset Queen

It's official: Lola can tell 5 words! Not bad, hm?
These 5 first words are in French and all being on an affective level (there's no "cake", "yes", "no", "sleep", etc in her language yet).
I find that interesting.
Her words are:
1.maman :P
2.papa
3.mamie (granny)
4.papi (grandpa)
5.doudou (her stuffed animal fetish, an elephant)

She starts to repeat a lot certain words we say, but she does not use them yet just like that.

I'm fascinated by all what the shrimpette can already do and understand. Yesterday I heard some storm in the kitchen and she was standing there in the middle of Joe's food, trying to feed him. hehe :-) **~~*^* *

I'm pretty curious about the last movie of ol' Mel "the Passion of the Christ... not so curious about the topic itself, but I wonder what is so shocking in it. I won't talk of the polemic about the Jews representation it, I think there is no polemic here to talk about.
Now, is showing the main hero (G) carrying painfully his cross for 20 minutes the shocking key?

I would find that very hypocritical from media to focus on that. I find the title of the movie quite explicit, no? They're not going to watch a movie about a Jesus picking up flowers in a prairie, right?
Anyway, I find it hard to believe Mel Gibson will do something really shocking. I don't expect a great movie, but who knows!

If I'm interested in that particular topic, it's because I rilly LUUUUVED Scorsese's Last Temptation of Christ, which was rilly criticized at the time.

Such a beautiful movie, showing a very Human Jesus (Willem Dafoe as Jesus could have turned any sceptical goil into a devoted nun... :P).
I wonder how come I don't have this movie on my so precious shelf, btw!
It was a very clever and sensitive interpretation of the Bible me thinks.

Anyway, I like it when movies provoke lil storms. Vive le cinema libre et different!

It's been a strange weekend! Kewl but strange!
On our way to Bretagne, we've been talking so much that we've forgotten the rest and taken the wrong direction for ... 200km! No kiddin!
Then once there, we were about to say hello to our hobbit house and to show it to other relatives when we realized we had forgotten the keys (in Paris!)....

Thank Gawd, we had nothing important to make in the house but it was very very frustrating!
I thought I'd take the opportunity to make at least great photos of Martin's birthday and the family house full of happy creatures. But as soon as I turned the cam on, it said the batteries were empty (and of course the charger was in Paris).

LOL!

After all that, we've run to play lottery, we thought it could be A special day for us ;-)
(dunno yet if we've won ot not :P)

I've started reading Mickael Moore's books... but however interesting it is, it's just a bit too political for me.

So I'm having a break and I've just finished this short novel (or rather short story?... 97 pages..?): "Oscar et la dame rose" (Oscar and the rose lady), by Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt.
The book is composed of 12 letters written during the 12 last days of Oscar's life.
Oscar is 10 years-old and condemned. He writes these letters to Gawd.

I've read the book in a couple of hours and I've spent a fantabizoobidy time. It's funny, kinda metaphysical too (just enough for me to not get lost), poetic and realistic.

I've got really inspired and now I feel in the mood to eat voraciously dozens of books! When will I be able to do it? I dunno, but I'll take the time.

(on my way to make a (home made!) pizza while finishing "l'encycopledie du savoir relatif et absolu" by Bernard Werber! 2 different kinds of food for twice more pleasure!)

Just a quick rendez-vous at the *doc-of-goils'-bits* early in the morning (gawd, damn too cold to expose bits that early btw!)... and we go directly to Bretagne!

Martin has taken his Friday off so that we can enjoy our corner of countryside (happy sigh**~~*^* *)

There, part of the family will have already arrived, others will join late in the evening, and again others on Sat'... all that to spend some time altogether (well, originally, there were to be only the 3 of us! LOL), and to celebrate... Martin's birthday!

Hmmm, I can read in my hmmm glass of wine (hehe) that the weekend might not be very peaceful, but really sparkling in many ways **~~*^* *

And here's my tv quote of the week!
I chose it because it was the only quote I remembered from X-Files! Have you ever seen the movie Carrie or read the original Stephen King's book?
I've been very impressed by both. And Scully's words here made me laugh, which I thought impossible to do with Carrie! :P


"Psycho-kenisis? You mean how Carrie got even at the prom?"
by Scully, X-Files

That won't mean anything to anyone around, but I'm really grmmmppppphing today because I've learnt most of the shows of the comic guy Dieudonne are slowly cancelled!

Still and again because of this joke he made about Jews...
...it's a pity it has turned this way, it's not good for anyone.

... scary society!
I don't take at all position for or against any religion, but we're letting censorship rulling again!

I now wait for Blondes to call for censorship against blonde jokes, same with Belgians, fat people, thin people, people having a moustache, cats, dawgs, old people, etc etc.

Not a good time to be a *JOKE-r* !

grmmmphhhhhhhhhhhh

And here's a lil pic of the special "birthday cakes" we had prepared so that Lola can participate before going to bed.
And the shrimpette loves much more candles than cakes! :) **~~*^* *

And here's a lil drawing that could purrrrfeclty illustrate the last bloggie written by Penny!
hehe
Yup, sometimes we're inspired by the most hmmm weird topics!