Archive | March 11, 2012

How Do you Say: “Duh!” In French?





One of my dearest and closest friend’s, comrades lives in Paris France. She is an American girl just like me, having spent most of her life in the U S of A.

However upon falling in love and marrying a French Man she uprooted all she knew for a new life in a foreign country. Mon cher ami de la jeune fille is not someone who lived a necessarily sheltered life. She is a woman who knows a lot about people, life, and even France. In many ways maybe even more so than a lot of native French do. Though anyone French would be loath to agree with me.

The following is a post from my cher ami’s blog. I thought it fascinating and know you’ll appreciate where she is coming from on many levels. Preface this with the fact that my friend is also medically disabled, has no business walking around Paris WITH NO PHONE let alone trying to function without one that is working.

5 days?



Lost in Translation

Posted: 10 Mar 2012 05:01 PM PST

I would love to tell all of you that life in France is perfect, that it’s a dream, but no. Although Paris is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, it has more than it’s fair share of frustrations. I will share with you one of my days in Paris to fully appreciate the trials and tribulations that go alone with living in a foreign country.

The tactile screen on my cell phone got spotty and ceased up all together just in time for my contract to end. I searched online for my new toy, the little pocket that contains my whole life. I made a chart and brought it to the store, already anticipating that they would be out of stock of my first choice. I was right. The store nearest my house has a sign on it, “Closed until March 9th for maintenance”. There was not enough time that day to go to another store, so I survived that day and through the weekend phoneless. I’ve written about living in the dark ages here before, but I swear, history is alive and well in France. Visions of something between smoke signals and payphones danced in my head.

My doctor’s secretary, being the genius she is, working on her Ph.d. in stupidity, called and left a message on my cell phone for my next appointment after twice, once live on the phone and once in voice mail, leaving my home phone, she threw all rational thought out the window and left the information on my cell. When I called back to find out what is going on, she actually had the nerve to tell me she left a message on my cell. When I reminded her that my cell was broken, I swear I could hear the gerbil’s feet scamper on the wheel. It nearly killed her to have to give me the information that she already left on my cell.

After surviving all of this nonsense, I walked to another store for help with my phone. It was difficult to enter, due to the latter in front of the door. Every superstitious bone in my body made a run down of the current events. A woman greeted me. I began to explain in French when she noticed my accent and asked, “Parlez-vous anglais?” ‘For those of you still learning, that means do you speak English?) I said yes. She said she spoke English and that I could speak in English. I said, “Ok, my phone won’t receive calls and needs to be fixed.” She smiled and told me, “It’s ok, you can speak at a higher level.” I pondered this offer for a second or two then said, “My phone won’t receive called and needs to be fixed.” I’m not quite sure what higher level of English she wanted for that if she didn’t get the first message? She took my phone, called IT support. Then she asked me what the problem with my phone was. I repeated the, no incoming calls bit, going straight to voicemail.” I waited some more, like a duck stuck in the muck. She asked which numbers went to voicemail. I at first said my husband. She told me that his phone is probably blocking my call. I said, “No, it’s my husband, mon marie!” She said, “Yes, it is probably his phone.” My eyes bulged out of my head. I could actually hear some of my brain cells bursting until I said, “My doctor went to voicemail too.” Everything stopped in an instant, as if my doctor were world-famous. Your doctor went to voicemail, votre medicin?” she inquired. I replied,” Yes him too and another friend.” I heard her repeat in French to the IT person that it’s not just the husband, but the doctor went to voicemail. Then she asked me to list the numbers. Well, gee, I needed my cell phone for that!” I did call my husband to have him call and prove the incoming calls were going straight to voicemail. After this fiasco, she hung up the phone to give me the diagnosis. She said, “Your phone should be working in five days. If not, come back and we will see what we can do.” I looked at her and said,”Five days? What do you mean, five days?” She repeated and remained silent. I, being really frustrated, called my husband and asked her to explain to him ‘in French of course). I heard what she said to him in french and what she said in English. I was certain there was just something I missed. After this, my husband said to come home and he would explain. I came home right away, eager to know what was going on. Once I arrived at home, he said, “They said your phone should be working in five days.” I cannot tell you how infuriating it is when you understand something, but are lost in the shuffle, because it’s not your native language. Luckily, my phone began to work that night and it didn’t take five days. I share this with you, so for any of you that think of moving to a foreign country can prepare themselves for the difficulties they will encounter.

All Good Things Come In Two’s!…. Correction Please… Comes in Thirds

This awe-inspiring award comes to me from not just one beautiful woman, it comes from two amazing and beautiful women.

Correction Here. While in the middle of publishing this post came another nomination for this award. I’ve no idea what I’ve done to be so deserving, but here they are, and here I go away from my blog today just shaking my head in astonishment. Me? Do you all know that I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and you all will find some deep secret I don’t even know that makes me unworthy of such attention? That there was some reason the first man in my life knew about, took to his grave,that was credible enough to keep away from me for the rest of his life. And most of my childhood life and adulthood. This kind of attention, and acknowledgement that what I have to say is worthy is awesome, to find it inspiring and that you all keep coming around tells me that just maybe he was wrong. Thank you for that reinforcement. It’s this time of year that brings this issue up for me. 

Wow! Not sure … started to write not sure where that all came from but that is so not true…….what I’m not sure is why that was thrown up all now. 


My third nomination comes from my Dear friend and 4th partner in crime here at WP is Kate at Believe Anyway at:

Kate is one of the first bloggers who I connected with on deeper level than I was expecting to find here at WP or the blogging community as well.  Kate, another two friends (Terri & Valerie) and myself felt like a small safe family. This helped me form the sense of community & then branching out and creating a community of loving kind people fell right behind. 

Thank you Miss Kate, you will always be sunshine on my shoulder.



You see I have been dealing computer issues and in that time ai was awarded “The Very Inspiring Blogger Award by Dr Sherry E Showalter whose own blog has proven to be a complete delight to me. Positive & moving forward seems to be a major theme running through her writing. A blog that feels like putting on a comfy robe.

Thank you Dr Sherry for your belief in my writing, and that you feel it’s deserving of this award.

Dr Sherry’s Blog can be found at:


During the time I should have been posting this award and thanking Dr Sherry & learning a new computer I was astonished to read this morning when logging in that another very classy lady Judith at: had gifted this humbling award to me.

Thank you so much Judith. Your constant support of not just my blog, but me as well is something I’m so grateful for always.~

These are the rules for this award:

1.Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Share 7 things about yourself

3. Pass the award to 7 nominees

So, to begin my next part of my participation in the rules….7 things…about myself…..

  1. I will be 57 yrs old next week and have not been able to reconcile my mindset with my chronological age. Refusing to ever stop being too old to play or to be playful.
  2. I am a nut for fruit. Serious issue. Eating two to three oranges a day tells me my body is craving Vitamin C. I believe your body tells what it needs, if you’re able to quiet your mind enough to listen.
  3. I am a Red Hat member, with my chapter celebrating 8 years old in May. The national founding chapter celebrates 14 years old next month, no longer just national.
  4. I am a daughter, sister, wife, niece, mother, grandmother, step-great grandmother, and best friend to very few. And I adore every role.
  5. An avid reader with 5 different books going right now. Always multiple genres. Today are: Fiction, Spiritually Devotional, Self-Help, Instructive, a new Cookbook. Yep, I read cookbooks too.
  6. I rarely wear make-up. Never was really into it although I have a drawer with a cosmetic bag full of it. Got to have options.
  7. This time of year I miss my  late mom & maternal grandmother. I am the only girl and these two women always made sure that although I was spoiled I was also grounded. I love & miss you both!

To pass this award forward I see these bloggers as truly Very Inspiring:

  • The Cosmic Carousel
  • Daily Sweet Peas
  • My Story to You
  • Cee’s Life Photography Blog
  • Diabetic Redemption
  • Four Blue Hills (A repository, of sorts)
  • Faces in the Clouds

I have another dozen or so blogs I could name here… I’ll save them for next time.

Thanks again to the two incredbile Ladies who gifted this award to me, one humbled baroness.