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Lately we’ve been honored to meet with family members we haven’t seen in a long time.

This weekend we had the pleasure to have dinner with our “American” cousins. Jill, is one of the two daughters of my grandfather’s half brother… Get it? Yeah, whatev’.

We had a lovely paella dinner (yum!) at my Dad’s house and Monday night we met them for another dinner in SF… this time, hamburgers and fries, classic American diner style (yum too!).

We had a wonderful time, and even got to take a picture of the 2 kids on my Vespa! Maybe I’ll be able to post it one day, if Jill figures out how to send pitcure attachments on her email, which, apparently isn’t her forte. Eddy, ya better help her out on this one, ’cause they were too cute!

Anyhow, I’m digressing. Thanks for coming out you guys! Next, we’ll come down to L.A.

(from left to right, top to bottom) Sabine, Jean-Claude, Stephanie, Justin, Rebekah, Jill, Edward and Ethan.

I wish I took a picture of what I took off his head. We could have made a whole wig out of it!

Not bad, uh!

I had a quite funny dream a few nights ago…

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I wanted to go to a fancy hotel lounge with Justin and some other faceless person. But as we got closer, I realized I forgot my shoes at the downtown payless shoes store earlier when I tried some shoes on. So, I was wondering if I could sneak myself in, wearing my very generic white socks, but it didn’t work.
So, I decided to go back to the store and recup my shoes.

I get there and have a conversation sounding like this:

- “Hi, I was here earlier and I seemed to have forgotten my shoes on my way out. Could I get them back?”
- “Oh, the brown shoes? These are payless shoes, so there’s no way for us to verify if they belong to you or to the store. I’m afraid you will have to re-purchase them.”
-”Re-purchase them? Are you kidding me? I’m not going to buy something I already bought!”
-”We need you to fill out some paperwork” and the lady brings me to the back area, looking like a wearhouse, where they have all the shoes. Another lady is in there and carries on the conversation…

-”Yeah, I can’t just give you the shoes, you will have to re-purchase them.”
I sense a slight French accent and ask her if she’s French. Indeed it was the case. So, while she prints out a ton of paperwork and fills out stuff, we talk about our Frenchness. She then looks at me and sighs. She grabs the shoebox where my already purchased shoes were stored in and gives it to me.

-”Here. You should go right now. The cameras are looking away and nobody’s back here. I’ll let you go if you you leave right now through this back door.”

-”Oh… thank you!”
I hold on to the shoebox tightly and leave through the somewhat hidden backdoor. I’m then plunged into the bright and busy downtown scene, with my half-stolen/already paid for shoes, still wearing my socks.

I put the shoes on and we are able to enter the hotel/lounge.
We get there, and apparently there weren’t any spots left for us. So, a waitress brings us to a booth where a guy is finishing up his meal and is talking on his cell phone. Indicating us to sit next to him, she says: “Here you go. He’ll be done shortly”. Weird! So we slide in. The dude is still on the phone. He finally leaves and we’re very confused as far as what sort of fancy place like this would dare mixing incoming people with outgoing ones.

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And then the dream went off in weider directions involving being in France and being chased by clouds of angry bees and trying hide from them. Neither here nor there. I just like the shoe part.

Ha! Ironic… I’m about to leave work from Sausalito and Justin just called me to tell me there’s a 3 car accident on the Golden Gate Bridge and it’s getting pretty backed up… It so happens I stumbled upon this site a few days ago and thought it was the appropriate time to blog about it.

Re-learn how to drive people!!!

La semaine derniere, nous avons eu le privilege de voir et re-renconter Laetitia, ma cousine germaine (?) et une partie de sa famille. Je dis re-rencontrer car je me souviens vaguement l’avoir rencontree, mais quand j’etais plus jeune et ma memoire flanche.

Ils ont fait un voyage faisant le tour de la Californie en passant quelques heures a San Francisco. Franchement c’etait un peu court, mais tres agreable. Sabine et Papa en ont profites pour venir les voir aussi. Ont a tous dines dans un resto indien du quartier, d’ailleurs tres bon, Indian Aroma.

Donc pour la relation de famille… Laetitia est la fille du frere, Tonton Claude, de ma grand-mere paternelle, Mamie Renee.

Ci-dessous de gauche a droite: Justin, Stephanie, Laetitia, Jeremi ( le fils), David (le mari), Sabine et Jean-Claude.

Laetitia et David ont aussi 2 autres filles, Sharon et Coralie qui sont restees en France pendant ce voyage.

Ah, et le plus beau, c’est que Laetitia a un blog et Jeremi aussi!

Justin surprised me today with a t-shirt I mentioned to him last week as the FUNNIEST shirt I’ve ever seen!
Well…at least it’s my kind of humor… butts are involded :)

I saw it in on SnorgTees.com. They rock. The girls are wild. Ans so, we tried to take pics Snorg Tee style…with a big smile.