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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: June 2013
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Saturday, June 29, 2013. Here at Mas Thomassy we have a few unusual neighbors. One of them is a feral cat, who seems to depend on us for food and water left on our kitchen window sill. She's very sweet, but timid. There was food left at the house for us to put out for her, along with an invitation to do so if we desired. Of course Anna volunteered right away. Links to this post. Friday, June 28, 2013. Welcome to Mas Thomassy. A bit of history about Mas Thomassy: A mas. We ar...
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: Irony
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Wednesday, November 6, 2013. Many, many moons ago, sometime around 1989, I was standing in the parking lot of the DNA Lounge in San Francisco. It was chilly out, and I was dressed in a miniskirt, bra and blazer because you know, why not? I was with a friend, waiting to go in to the club, and I said I was cold. Just then two guys walked by and heard my complaint. With no hesitation one of them offered the following bit of advice: "Then put some clothes on! La Ferme de Viltain.
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: Magic Man
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Friday, July 4, 2014. How is it that I've never told the story of the purple room here? When I was a kid, my dad was a magic man. I think lots of people felt this way about him, but I have proof. I have the stories. 8221; “Purple,” I told him. And in perfect Steven fashion he explained that yes, in fact, he had. He went on to describe how he'd had a clear, plastic mat laid down over the entire carpet so that while you could still see the shit, you wouldn't step in it....
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: August 2013
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Friday, August 23, 2013. On this if you're interested. A side note: I do believe I've eaten more ice cream this summer than in the previous few years combined. I know. That Anna's eaten more than she's had in the rest of her life! It's amazing how certain practices go out the window when the temperature is above 90. Every. Single. Day. Links to this post. Wednesday, August 21, 2013. Inside the chapel (which is inside the Palace). A bedroom fit for a queen. Links to this post.
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: Versailles
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Wednesday, August 21, 2013. For a while now we've been promising Anna that one day we'd take her to a real castle. Last year we talked about going to Versailles, but never made it. We intended to take her to Buckingham Palace, but didn't count on it being sold out days in advance. So with the determination required to brave the crowds, we finally made it to Versailles. Inside the chapel (which is inside the Palace). A bedroom fit for a queen. View from the Grande Trinon.
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: July 2014
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Friday, July 4, 2014. How is it that I've never told the story of the purple room here? When I was a kid, my dad was a magic man. I think lots of people felt this way about him, but I have proof. I have the stories. 8221; “Purple,” I told him. And in perfect Steven fashion he explained that yes, in fact, he had. He went on to describe how he'd had a clear, plastic mat laid down over the entire carpet so that while you could still see the shit, you wouldn't step in it....
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: For Papa
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Monday, February 17, 2014. When I was a little girl, I would climb into my grandfather’s lap, get right in his face, and say “I love you, Papa Artie”. He was a man’s man: a card-playing, Sinatra-singing, tough guy with a heart of gold. Inside he was a pussycat, but not many people called him out in that way. 8220;I love you, Papa Artie”, I’d say. And he’d grumble something under his breath and give me a punch in the arm, or a slap on the back. February 17, 2014 at 8:37 PM.
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: July 2013
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Friday, July 26, 2013. The village seen from the castle ruins. Last week we took a short drive to Les Baux, the site of a now-ruined castle perched on top of the rocky Alpilles mountains. The area was inhabited by the Celts around the 2nd century BC and was the seat of a feudal lordship in the Middle Ages. The castle has a really rich, varied history, ending with it's destruction ordered by Cardinal Richelieu in 1632 (all this from the wikipedia site. Links to this post.
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: December 2014
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Friday, December 5, 2014. Christmas, 2006: the last Christmas we spent with my dad. Usually I have so much to say when I write these posts, but today I find myself at a loss. I just wish my dad was here, as always. I miss him. Dec 5, 1942 – July 4, 2007. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). La Ferme de Viltain. Coffee Quirks In Paris. 191;Cuánto mide…? The Everyday Language Learner. Maintaining the Language from Afar. Drop me a line at Julie at strongrrl dot com.
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle: August 2012
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Strongrrl: Life, with muscle. Thursday, August 16, 2012. Take-aways from our summer abroad. At the Jardin des Tuileries, Paris. We've been back from Europe for a week now, but it feels like longer. Funny how that works. The 7 weeks there feel like a dream already. There are several things though that I've brought back with me: things that I want to hold on to. In no particular order, they are:. Linger over meals with friends. Curtis and Leila, Eric and Rebecca, Clinton and Chavi, Anne and Theirry! Man oh...