La belle vie Magazine (MARCH 2013)
Today, I am doing an impression of a bump on a log. Not a particularly bad impression either. Adoption can make a sane person crazy. I can already envision my husband rolling his eyes at the idea I would view myself as ever being sane. The point still stands jackass. You see what I put up with? Adoption, while a beautiful thing may cause your hair to turn grey, and fall out. It may cause your gastrointestinal problems to flare up. It may cause you to eat an entire loaf of bread with hagelslag the dutch know what I'm talking about. Some days I am unexplainably furious and looking to yell at someone, and I'm not someone who's ever been a candidate for anger management.
My probation officer will attest to that. Since this process though, on occasion I have lost my temper. In fact, the other day a car almost hit us, I mean really truly almost hit us, and I got a wee bit angry. Doug stumbled off terrified like a normal person , while I stood there and swore at the driver every curse word in the book. If you're looking to add to your swearing repertoire I highly recommend British comedies. It was honestly the best part of my day.
Please don't take this as a recommendation to play in traffic. I'm just saying you may have some built up rage, and if someone should happen to almost kill you, it's not the worst thing in the world to direct it accordingly. Maybe just play on the edge of traffic. Today though, I am not particularly angry. I'm more, lets read some Nancy Drew, drink hot chocolate, maybe watch some Little Bear.
You know, grown up stuff. I just feel vulnerable.
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I rather despise feeling so fragile. I thought though I would share something I wrote when our adoption agency went bankrupt. I published this on facebook in the summer, but with my lack of creativity today, I'm going to republish it here. The last four lines I am considering painting on our babies wall beside the crib. Lots of love, J. You were conceived in the most extraordinary of dreams. Your father and I have held your eyes, hands and soul for many moons. We are bound by love. We have cried so hard, wolves have howled in the night to give more voice to our pain.
We have fought like lions to protect not a dream, or a process, or our rights, but to protect our child. I do not care whether our bond can be felt or explained by others. We know it is there, and each tear confirms it's unbreakable connection. We have loved you so long, it is unbearable to think you may not be coming home.
We have loved you so long, home in its emptiness has become as quiet as a graveyard. We can smell you on balmy evening, and hear your giggles on the wings of fireflies. Some nights in the sweetest of moments, before sleep has crept across my face, I have felt your tiny fingers brush against mine. You are as real to us as sunshine and more beautiful than the stars.
I have carried you in my heart for years. Posted by La Belle Vie at 1: Monday, March 29, Oh Baby! I'm really weird about sharing my nursery ideas I've been planning this nursery for 6 years, and I feel like if I share my inspirations everyone will be doing it. Yes, my ego truly is that big. While this may seem rather paranoid, as it turns out Restoration Hardware stole my baby room. Ok, that may be a little melodramatic. They didn't exactly steal it since the room in the magazine is twice the size, but several of my ideas showed up in this month's issue.
After getting past the page with the birds everywhere I just finished making my baby a bird mobile I turned to my baby room. Doug even said "Wow! Why aren't we getting paid for this? Since we're not, I will open up my file titled 'french vintage inspired nursery's' which incidentally is the name of said baby room in the RH magazine , and unleash them on the world.
Well, unleash them on my 9 subscriber's world. These are my absolute favourites. I've added a couple more contemporary photo's as well that I love. They are all stunning! The RH one is at the very top. We've only bought our crib and chandelier so far. Doug and his Dad did the wainscotting, but I've been trying to pace myself. I have some prints ordered to be framed, and a nappystacker on standby, but I'm very slowly collecting.
I'll share more of our room once we get it completed, for now I'm just posting our crib which is the photo directly above. In all fairness to Restoration Hardware, we did order our crib from them. Despite the fact I suspect they have bugged our condo, and are listening to me type right now, I will say their service was impeccable. Baby Room , French , Nurseries , Vintage. As seen on facebook yesterday, I am now one step closer to being an action hero.
This was once Eliza Dushku's. Now, it is mine. Who knew action hero attire was so cheap? When I was a little girl, I was pretty girly. I loved pepto bismol pink, preferably in some tacky fabric resembling cotton candy. My mom fondly remembers a shopping trip to Toronto we went on when I was 5. I was gasping in awe, my big eyes entranced at what she calls "the most hideous pink dress in the world. She nodded earnestly that she absolutely would!
Kids are such schmucks. While I enjoyed putrid amounts of pink as a wee fashion challenged patsy, I was still rather "boyish". I loved dirt, mud, snails, worms, and bugs. In fact, Peter Pan taught me that boys had all the fun, while the pretty girl with the wings sat in a jar all day. I was beginning to question femininity. My brother actually introduced me to my first almost action hero experience. He was 6 years older, and his friends thought it was funny when I would push them over. I thought this was great fun as well. So much fun that the next time I went to the mall, I proceeded to push down all the other children.
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We were in no uncertain terms, asked to leave. Ok, so maybe I wasn't a nice action hero, but I was still kicking some ass. Then I broke someone's arm. I know, by now you're thinking this is going to end with me confessing to being a serial killer. I probably appear a terrifying tyke. In my defence though, the boy in my 3rd grade class grabbed me around the neck.
Naturally I flipped him over my back, and ran away. When I saw him next, he had a cast on. The kicker is I was the scrawniest kid in our grade. One of us was very embarrassed. The years carried on with many signs I was destined for action hero greatness.
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I remember acting out scenes in Die Hard with my girlfriend in grade 7. I love Bruce Willis, and we have a little something in common He plays the harmonica, and I'd like to learn. That's a connection right? Soon after, Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2 became the coolest chick on the planet. Finally a woman with cutzpah! Plus as it turns out, we're both Libra's. That has to mean something! Nothing for me though has topped Buffy The Vampire Slayer. I still have my "Buffy boots" from ten years ago.
Fashionable, girly, and dangerous. Finally my two worlds were coming together. Faith was my favourite. She was sort of crazy, and I like that in a girl. Eliza Dushku is also terrified of flying. You can't argue with fate. The signs are clearly there. I am beyond thrilled to own her dress, and believe it must be time for my initiation into the Action Hero Circle. Surely this is the only explanation for a life such as mine which seemed destined for greatness from the beginning. In two weeks the dress will arrive. I expect once I put it on I will be able to take over the world, providing I can fit into it.
I won't forget all of you who supported me when I was a mere mortal. Even awesome action heros need little people to pump up their egos from time to time. Posted by La Belle Vie at Today I'm feeling rather icky. I'm a bit nauseous, and having returned from the bank again , I'm in a poopy mood. We have spent way too much time getting money orders from the bank. I was hoping they'd give us some kind of frequent money order points, I'd settle for a free London Fog.
Alas though, we've been told no such program exists. It's not that we mind per se. Heck, we'd carve out a kidney and sell it to be parents! Anyone need a kidney? I'll even throw in part of my liver to sweeten the deal? Didn't we mail our last payment 18 months ago?
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Haven't we been here before? Welcome to my pity party, party hats are optional. So I am going to curl up with a good book,drink some chamomile tea, and snuggle a cat. I may even have a mid afternoon bath. Chocolate is today's must have. I hope wherever you are the sunshine finds you. Posted by La Belle Vie at 3: It's finally your moment! They have given you a pee test you can't fail.
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All you have to do is ovulate!! I could do that in my sleep. In fact, I might be doing it right now. I've got this little test all wrapped up. Some folks even call me The Ovulator.
It's a done deal. As it turns out, I don't ovulate that much. In fact, you could say my eggs are slightly shy. I like to think they're just picky. Or maybe the pact I made with my uterus at the wise old age of 7 to have Bryan Adam's baby, was taken a little too seriously. They could still be holding out. I'd also understand if they had an extreme fear of being inhabited by tiny slimy tadpoles.
It wouldn't surprise me if every cell in my body was terrified of other people's germs. Another peeing test, failed. Surgery in no way helped my cramps, or fertility. It's still a rather sad realization. Next on the agenda was Clomid. If you can't ovulate naturally, this little lady will make you! She'll entice those little eggs out with some smooth music and sweet promises. I was so excited to be getting somewhere! As it turns out though, Clomid wasn't prepared for the hostile attitude of my highbrow eggs.
I was also caught off guard by the cramps and mood swings of Clomid. We didn't really get along. As I waited for the big day my eggs would come out of hiding, my patience was slipping. Everyone and their dog, cat, rat and fruit flies seemed to be having babies.
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