Month: July 2007

It’s His Weekend

I’m writing reluctantly. I have a scratchy throat and stuffy nose, and I’m not yet back in the groove. Somehow, amazingly, I’m feeling a little better about living here. I’m not sure what happened with my attitude on that subject, but driving around today, I felt… content – almost. Maybe I’m growing up, after all. This evening I was in the kids’ bathroom, and … Read More It’s His Weekend

Must-Read Mimi

In keeping with the chaotic spirit of my blog, I’m going to jump in the middle of my European vacation musings and write a review of one of my all-time favorite blogs. Mimi Smartypants is brilliant. She’s darling and witty and I’m not sure if there exists any topic which is off-limits for her. She tells it like it is, and tells it well. … Read More Must-Read Mimi

Psst… Don’t Tell Anyone…

Guy pulled this one off perfectly. I said I wanted to dine in a classical French restaurant in Paris that had exquisite cuisine and a romantic atmosphere. He exceeded my expectations, and that’s not easy to do. Dining at Le Coupe-Chou fulfilled every story-book fantasy I ever had about eating out in Paris. Here were my menu choices that sent me to heaven: Feuilleté … Read More Psst… Don’t Tell Anyone…

Belgian Countryside

I think it’s impossible to describe the peaceful scenery that surrounded me in the farmlands of Belgique. These are my favorite photos – unaltered.

Toto, I’ve a Feeling We’re not in Kansas Anymore

I’m home; unfortunately, my luggage is not – yet. A direct flight – go figure… Back to the quiet, lonely house. The kids and Mimzy will be home tomorrow morning, and I should enjoy the peace and rest, but my head is spinning and I feel electric pulses coursing through my blood. Emotions are bubbling up in some big mix and I cannot feel … Read More Toto, I’ve a Feeling We’re not in Kansas Anymore

Paris in July

Today we leave for Paris for a few days, and I feel like an excited little kid. I was clear about my expectations – shopping (even if only through the windows) in a couture fashion district, and a classical dinner at a nice French restaurant that will take hours and hours and send my tastebuds into convulsing culinary orgasms. Anything else is icing on … Read More Paris in July

More on Respect

I am trying to stick with the theme of my blog here, if there is a theme to it at all, which is to write about my feelings and discover/uncover/recover parts of my Self. It’s tempting to write about my days here in Belgium with some flowery, romantic language, and tell you detail by detail what I am doing and who said what and … Read More More on Respect


What is it that changes our respect for a person? Is it when they break a law or a promise? Is it when you catch them in a lie? Is it when you watch them fail? Is it when they use poor judgement? Knowing none of us is without fault, what is the critical mistake that can cause respect to disappear? Is it really … Read More Respect

Fighting Fires

I’m not sure at all about what to write anymore, because I don’t know exactly how I feel, and I don’t know what to say and what not to say. This European way of life (well, his, in particular) forces me to live in the present moment. The future is unplanned, and the past is gone. But surely there is some urgent matter that … Read More Fighting Fires

Cherish Me

I think men and women want very simple things from each other, but we make it so complicated. I believe that a woman’s basic desire is to feel cherished. For men, I think it boils down to respect. (Men, please correct me if I’m wrong here.) If either of these is out of whack, so goes the relationship. What is it to be cherished? … Read More Cherish Me

How’s the Weather?

The weather sucks here in Belgium, and that is putting it very politely. The temperature bounces wildly up and down, (along with my mood) making dressing for the day a super challenge. I had to buy a sweater and socks yesterday, and I think if I do not feel the heat of the sun on a more regular basis, I may need to go … Read More How’s the Weather?

Beautiful Disaster

Every once in awhile, a song comes along that knocks your socks off, and you feel as though the writer was penning it from somewhere deep inside your soul. I heard it for the first time on my way home from Indiana – it could be my theme song. Beautiful Disasterby Jon McLaughlin She loves her mama’s lemonadeAnd hates the sound that goodbye’s makeShe … Read More Beautiful Disaster