lundi 30 avril 2007

The Cheese Project is currently on hold as the Cheese Monster finds where she put her Cheese Bible. This was a present from the Cheese Monster's Husband. It is different than a Cheesy Bible, and certainly different that a Bible of Cheese.
(cartoon courtesy of www.mik-cartoons.com)
samedi 28 avril 2007
No, I am not talking about childbirth.

I am talking about elections of course. I have reached the point, that most citizens in all countries (that vote) must get to during presidential campaigns, where I just can't stand seeing their forced smiling faces spouting off about the glory of France for one more televised speecifing moment.

I know who I would vote for, do you?

It is especially painful as apparently the SNCF in this one little corner of France does not want one of the above candidates to win. (not the candidate on the right).
Remember people my campaign slogan: Megan: Doing her best to screw with the French Language.
The final election is May 6th.
mercredi 25 avril 2007


Alain has taken this week and the previous week off from work to work on our bathroom. He has been tiling, and here is the progress so far.


As you can see, it is a lot of angles and corners, so it isn't easy.


We have replaced the window too.


He is almost done with tiling the shower, then we will have to caulk it, put up the shower spa thing, and put a door on. We haven't bought a door yet, we wanted to wait until we knew what size exactly would be needed (there are a lot of layers of cement on those walls in order to make the walls straight).

I guess next we will have to remove the old sink and mirror, remove the tiles from behind, tile the rest, install sink, change electricity, plugs, and light, repaint, and redo the floor. Yikes!
(before)
mardi 24 avril 2007
Today I was at the gym, eating lunch before it was time for the cardio class (there is a mess waiting to happen). I asked the instructor, a tall blond woman, a question about the class, and she heard that I am NOT FRENCH!! AHHH!!
She said "Oh, that explains why sometimes in class I say something in class and you don't seem to understand."

-Or, it could be that sometimes it takes a few seconds for the body to process the switch from side to side lunges while running in place while clapping with the arms above the head!

She seriously started speaking to me like I was deaf, with sign language and everything. "I (point to self) thought (tap finger on head) you (point to me) didn't (shake head) hear (cup hand at ear) me (point to self again)."

-I (point to self) am (tap on chest) not (shake head) stupid (rap knuckles on head)!

I am tempted to make up buttons that say in French "I am a foreigner, not an idiot. Please stop speaking to me like that."

This isn't even a rant for me, it is just DAILY LIFE.
dimanche 22 avril 2007
As this is an election year here in France, today was the primary election. There are 12 candidates, and today it will be narrowed down to 2. The final vote will be in two weeks, on May 6th.
I haven't been following too closely the campaigns. They do seem however to be less about putting down the other candidates. Haven't seen any of those Kerry/Bush '04 type of signs on private property (in front lawns/in windows). People seem to keep their political leanings a bit more private.
I can't of course vote. I know who I would have voted for. I can become French after five years of marriage.
I went with Alain and his parents this afternoon to vote in Lançon. Everyone has an assigned voting place where you must go. I guess some places have electronic machines, but this was just regular ballots. You go in, show your electoral card and ID, then they give you an envelope and 12 slips of paper, one with each name. You go into a cabinet, put one of the names into the envelope, (throw the others away I guess, I don't know). Then you go out and put the envelope into a box. As you put it in, the person in charge of the box clicks a lever or something to count the number of envelopes put into the box. Hopefully the numbers match up at the end of the day.
So we shall see tonight who the final two are.

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