Reminiscing

I'm kind of notorious for not finishing projects or goals. I just recently gave you a good example of this with my "never ever eat sugar again" goal (that was embarrassing) or you can ask my Dad what goes through his head when I decide to refinish my dresser or paint a room. His feed back won't be positive. I'm tell you this because I don't want anyone to get too excited when I announce that last night I started making a scrap book!! Yes it's true. I know what you're thinking, "Wow, Kori scrap booking? this is going to be incredible!" * I thought the same thing. Last night when I finished the first page, I couldn't help exclaiming, "It's GOLD Kori! gold!" **

So as I was going through some old stuff I want to put in the scrap book and I found something I had written while I was in Paris. I thought it was kind of funny so I thought I'd share it with you, if you don't mind? You don't! Ok, here it is:

"Yesterday I spent the night with the Brenheimers'. We listened to old country music (Marc loves it) and he tried to sing all of the songs like a cowboy. It was good fun listening to "Oh Susanna" sung in a heavy French accent. Also, today Louise was trying to imitate an Indian woman's accent but her own accent was too strong to be able to even imagine what the Indian woman sounded like, I laughed but luckily she didn't know I was laughing at her.

Today I went jogging with the Brenheimer's grandson, Maxance. He couldn't understand me and I couldn't understand him but other than that it was very fun. He seems to be a very nice kid, he has wavy brown hair that he twists in between his fingers when he feels uncomfortable.

There were a lot of interesting things that happened this weekend, I'll keep them short.

1) Some random guy thought I would be cool to plant one on me. I didn't think it was cool and ran away as he was yelling "Come back!"

2) I had a dream that I was wearing a beret (one of those flat hats that French people wear in the movies).

3) I watched a movie without words (only music) at the Parc de Bercy and then walked home under a big moon to the sound of an accordion playing somewhere in the night (only in Paris! It was very romantic).

4) I saw three men, about 20 feet apart from each other, peeing against a wall for everyone to see (and there where a lot of people around). It was gross.

5) I told a guy in perfect English that I was American and only spoke a little English (ha ha, I can't speak any language apparently)...."

I remember that weekend, it was a rough one and so I ended the journal entry with "God bless America!" Ha ha ha!! good memories :)

* Ok, so maybe what your thinking goes a little more like this, "What is she talking about? scrap books? I don't care about scrap books!" ... What can I say, my life is really boring these days ...

** This blog has gone to the dogs. It just keeps on getting worse and worse. I don't want to hear any words like "blond" or "brain damaged" from any of you readers, I'm not forcing you to read this! :)