Thursday, January 27, 2005

Addicted to café au lait!

Ok, this is going to be a totally spontaneous and disjointed post! Why, you ask? Because I am addicted to my homemade café au lait-s! I love them! So simply and easy and cheap too! Did I mention that they were cheap? All you have to do is warm up some milk on the stovetop (takes about 2 minutes) and then pour it into a mug with a teaspoon of Nescafé and two to three teaspoons of sugar! Ok, so it might be the sugar bit that really addicts me, but when you're riding the sugar high from said sugar, do little technicalities such as that really matter??? I think not!!
Oops, turns out I have to stop so this disjointed post is not longer going to be disjoint, as it only has one joint anyway. Dinner is being served now!
Ciao.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

BBC NEWS | Europe | Rail workers join French strikes

BBC NEWS | Europe | Rail workers join French strikes


This is really important stuff here in France at the moment. Mostly important to me because this means that I don't have to work on Thursday morning per usual as the teacher I work with then is participating in the strike. Yay for an unexpected week off!

Monday, January 03, 2005

How to know you are no longer in your local Hy-Vee store, or in the United States for that matter…

Le 27 décembre 2004.

When you have just spent the last twenty minutes hunting for toilet paper only to then spend another ten minutes in shock that the cheap toilet paper actually comes in white, not just the usual green, pink, and violet.

When you have shock your fellow shoppers and the checkout girl by taking not one, but two cans of peanut butter from the unmarked American Foods section, under the marked Chinese Food section, in the Foreign Products aisle.

When you realize that you have spent ten minutes searching the Foreign Foods aisle for the unmarked American Foods section.

When you’re the one the checkout girl is trying to understand because you’re the one with the accent and gross mispronunciations.

When you were wishing you owned one of those handy little Granny-grocery-getter carts because the bitty plastic bags are biting into your hand.

When you realize that the traffic in the parking lot is getting screwed up because you are the only person not to have noticed and utilized the nifty little covered walkway to the bus stop from the store’s entrance.

When your choices for cheese outnumber your choices for milk.

When you are excited to see fresh, non-UHT milk, but decide not to buy it because it costs five times as much as the litre of UHT milk.

When you realize that you are still excited about white toilet paper eight hours after you found it.