Won a little bit of money playing blackjack, enjoyed some good meals and a walk along the boardwalk, listening to the waves breaking in the distance. It was a restful couple of days. And we still have a few more before returning to the grind of work and school – and I’m grateful for these extra hours, let me tell you.
I had hesitated to book the trip to Vegas. But I booked it. And I was really, really excited about it. The big day arrived quickly, and it was finally here this morning. We were scheduled to take an 8AM flight to Sin City. But the snow got in the way. And even though the snow stopped falling early yesterday morning, the airports were still barely functioning this morning. And our flight was just one of the thousands of casualties.
Outside of Paris about 10 days ago, my sister-in-law was stuck on the highway for eight hours during her trip home from work, which usually takes about 20 minutes. This is because 5 inches (approximately 12 cm) of snow fell from the sky. The country was paralyzed.
Chloe has discovered her inner Leonardo da Vinci/Thomas Edison/Alexander Graham Bell. She has invented her very own cardboard bubble gum dispenser. She was dismayed when she saw a real one at the store selling for $40. Smart enough to realize that would be a big fat waste of money (her own money, that is), she decided that there was nothing like resorting to homespun methods in order to get what she wanted.
I love rock ‘n roll That music comes from the soul There are keyboards, drums and guitars It’s out of this world Just like Neptune, Venus and Mars
Rock ‘n roll’s my favorite type of music in the world The secrets of music are unfurled If you listen to it with your heart and ears It might bring some monumental tears Yeah!
(You’ll all be interested to know that she came up with this poem in less than 10 minutes).
As we get ready to welcome the first day of winter tomorrow, Christmas on Saturday and 2011 in a few more days, happy holidays to all of our family and friends!
B’loonies. I forget what these make-your-own acrylic bubbles were called when we were kids, but when Chloe and I recently visited the Toys ‘r Us in Times Square, she wanted to buy some. I said no at the time, but she continued to ask, and we found them last week in a local Toys ‘r Us store.
“Couscous is a vegetable. Just like rice and potatoes.”
No, this was not a statement out of Sophie’s mouth. Nor was it a statement out of Chloe’s mouth. This assertion came out of my French husband’s mouth – not five minutes ago.