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A couple of weeks ago, I dreamt that Chris shot Chanel; eight times. Michèle reassured me that such was not the case. Whew!! It's good to hear that Chris wouldn't shoot Chanel - I didn't really think that he would, but it was one of those freaky totally realistic dreams.
We haven't found a place to live yet. We had been going to just rent from Fabrice's parents, but they weren't too keen on my pets, and his Dad says that I have to learn to sleep without the TV on. If I am paying to live somepace, especially at my age, I think I can decide if I sleep with the TV, or not. Especially since the sound was way down and everything. And his Dad likes picking on me, apparently because he likes me, but sometimes I just want to be left alone, and not have to be a certain way because I am living at someone else's house. It isn't bad or anything, and we all get along great. It wasn't my idea to move, after all, but Fabrice's, and I think it's a good idea, anyway.
We're going to move closer to Paris, which I really appreciate. As it is, I commute in an hour and a half every morning and each evening, and I work until 18:30, so that makes for awfully late nights for a morning person like me. I pretty much despise my job, which is a first for me; and it's even worse when compounded by the killer commute. If I liked the job, the three hours' of travel back and forth wouldn't seem so bad. If I lived nearby, the fact that I hate the job would be far more tolerable. You know what I mean?
Anyway, since Fabrice decided to move, that made it a lot easier to bring over my pets. I was having a tough time convincing him mainly because of his Dad. I was thinking of ordering the crates for the cats online at Pet Smart or the other one, and having them delivered to my sister. That way it should be even quicker than sending her the money, etc.
His mother is very nice. Both of his parents are. They are kind and smart, in their own way. Not very educated, but that doesn't necessarily mean a thing. I think it's cute that his mother doesn't read much because she doesn't like to read things without pictures!
Things are going well with Fabrice. We care about, genuinely like, and understand one another, most of the time, anyway, which is really cool. So far so good, there!!
Fabrice's dog is still alive. He's pretty sweet, and VERY well trained. He was a national champion, and also won money and a camcorder on France's version of America's Funniest Home Videos. I'll post the video sometime. Attached you'll find a picture of him, and a couple of others, too. And when you go to my flickr site, you can always see my pictures and photo albums. The link is: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dapmapmgmp
Fabrice has two brothers. He had three, but his youngest brother, was killed in a car accident 15 years ago. He was 20. His brother's names are Denis, who is 36 or something like that, and Christian, who is 38. Denis is married to Isabelle, and has three kids, S**** (11), L******c (8), and L*** (5). Christian is living with a woman named N*******. She has two kids. So does he. His son is named N******, and is 12, I think, and his daughter is named A*******, and is 4. Christian lives in New Caledonia. Denis lives not too far away, but is moving to the Department of Yonne next week to open his own butcher shop, there.
We aren't going to come to the US until the spring. Morgan only has two days off for her fall break, and I don't want to spend the money for such a short time. Fabrice's mother can't come for a while yet, because she is going to get her other hip replaced between now and next spring, I think. They'll probably come next year instead.
My computer is fixed, but it isn't the problem with my lack of communicativeness and connectivity of late. The problem is that the phone and Internet cut out between every few seconds and every ten minutes.
Our plan is to stay here until Fabrice can get a green card, which can't happen fast enough, if you ask me! Then, he is going to join the Army, or at least try, as an MP, and do at least three years. Plan B is the State Department job offer that he got, training US federal police officers. After three years in the Army, the US will give him citizenship without him even having to take the test. Then, if he likes it, he'll stay in the Army even after the three years, and will otherwise join a US civilian police force or a different federal police agency.
I had met Fabrice's youngest daughter, J******, at the beginning. I met the oldest, L****, just a couple of weeks ago, before they left for vacation in the South of France. I like them, but it's kind of awkward. They weren't speaking to their father for a while, and he hasn't told them that we're married because he's afraid of making them mad; when, had they not been mad at him in the first place, they would have known, and would have been at the wedding. We're going to have a church wedding next summer, here. All of the girls should be there, then, and hopefully, Mikael, too.
I sent the girls each a purse and some socks for G****'s birthday. I couldn't think what to send them at the time. I put some money in G****'s purse, for her birthday, but forgot to put any in M*****'s. Hopefully, my sister put a dollar in there for her. You're not supposed to give purses or wallets without putting money in them, I forgot.
Me, Taking Pictures
In Front of the Entrance to Disneyland Paris
Just Me
Me With Jen
On Fabrice's Motorcycle
Fabrice's Dog, Ion des Bois de Ravec'h
Isabelle, Me, Josiane
Justine
Justine and Lucie
Lucie
L****** and L***
Claude
We haven't found a place to live yet. We had been going to just rent from Fabrice's parents, but they weren't too keen on my pets, and his Dad says that I have to learn to sleep without the TV on. If I am paying to live somepace, especially at my age, I think I can decide if I sleep with the TV, or not. Especially since the sound was way down and everything. And his Dad likes picking on me, apparently because he likes me, but sometimes I just want to be left alone, and not have to be a certain way because I am living at someone else's house. It isn't bad or anything, and we all get along great. It wasn't my idea to move, after all, but Fabrice's, and I think it's a good idea, anyway.
We're going to move closer to Paris, which I really appreciate. As it is, I commute in an hour and a half every morning and each evening, and I work until 18:30, so that makes for awfully late nights for a morning person like me. I pretty much despise my job, which is a first for me; and it's even worse when compounded by the killer commute. If I liked the job, the three hours' of travel back and forth wouldn't seem so bad. If I lived nearby, the fact that I hate the job would be far more tolerable. You know what I mean?
Anyway, since Fabrice decided to move, that made it a lot easier to bring over my pets. I was having a tough time convincing him mainly because of his Dad. I was thinking of ordering the crates for the cats online at Pet Smart or the other one, and having them delivered to my sister. That way it should be even quicker than sending her the money, etc.
His mother is very nice. Both of his parents are. They are kind and smart, in their own way. Not very educated, but that doesn't necessarily mean a thing. I think it's cute that his mother doesn't read much because she doesn't like to read things without pictures!
Things are going well with Fabrice. We care about, genuinely like, and understand one another, most of the time, anyway, which is really cool. So far so good, there!!
Fabrice's dog is still alive. He's pretty sweet, and VERY well trained. He was a national champion, and also won money and a camcorder on France's version of America's Funniest Home Videos. I'll post the video sometime. Attached you'll find a picture of him, and a couple of others, too. And when you go to my flickr site, you can always see my pictures and photo albums. The link is: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dapmapmgmp
Fabrice has two brothers. He had three, but his youngest brother, was killed in a car accident 15 years ago. He was 20. His brother's names are Denis, who is 36 or something like that, and Christian, who is 38. Denis is married to Isabelle, and has three kids, S**** (11), L******c (8), and L*** (5). Christian is living with a woman named N*******. She has two kids. So does he. His son is named N******, and is 12, I think, and his daughter is named A*******, and is 4. Christian lives in New Caledonia. Denis lives not too far away, but is moving to the Department of Yonne next week to open his own butcher shop, there.
We aren't going to come to the US until the spring. Morgan only has two days off for her fall break, and I don't want to spend the money for such a short time. Fabrice's mother can't come for a while yet, because she is going to get her other hip replaced between now and next spring, I think. They'll probably come next year instead.
My computer is fixed, but it isn't the problem with my lack of communicativeness and connectivity of late. The problem is that the phone and Internet cut out between every few seconds and every ten minutes.
Our plan is to stay here until Fabrice can get a green card, which can't happen fast enough, if you ask me! Then, he is going to join the Army, or at least try, as an MP, and do at least three years. Plan B is the State Department job offer that he got, training US federal police officers. After three years in the Army, the US will give him citizenship without him even having to take the test. Then, if he likes it, he'll stay in the Army even after the three years, and will otherwise join a US civilian police force or a different federal police agency.
I had met Fabrice's youngest daughter, J******, at the beginning. I met the oldest, L****, just a couple of weeks ago, before they left for vacation in the South of France. I like them, but it's kind of awkward. They weren't speaking to their father for a while, and he hasn't told them that we're married because he's afraid of making them mad; when, had they not been mad at him in the first place, they would have known, and would have been at the wedding. We're going to have a church wedding next summer, here. All of the girls should be there, then, and hopefully, Mikael, too.
I sent the girls each a purse and some socks for G****'s birthday. I couldn't think what to send them at the time. I put some money in G****'s purse, for her birthday, but forgot to put any in M*****'s. Hopefully, my sister put a dollar in there for her. You're not supposed to give purses or wallets without putting money in them, I forgot.
Me, Taking Pictures
In Front of the Entrance to Disneyland Paris
Just Me
Me With Jen
On Fabrice's Motorcycle
Fabrice's Dog, Ion des Bois de Ravec'h
Isabelle, Me, Josiane
Justine
Justine and Lucie
Lucie
L****** and L***
Claude
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