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What is Bastille Day

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OK. I asked for input and I got it.

My friend Amy asked:

What is Bastille Day??

Your guess is as good as mine as to why she asked that. Perhaps Facebook is more enemy than friend.

So, like a good blogger, I looked it up.

According to Wikipedia:

Bastille Day is the French national holiday, celebrated on 14 July each year. In France, it is called Fête Nationale (“National Celebration”) in official parlance, or more commonly le quatorze juillet (“14 July”). It commemorates the 1790 Fête de la Fédération, held on the first anniversary of the storming of the Bastille on 14 July 1789; the anniversary of the storming of the Bastille fortress-prison was seen as a symbol of the uprising of the modern nation, and of the reconciliation of all the French inside the constitutional monarchy which preceded the First Republic, during the French Revolution.

Happy, Amy?

4:00 post

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Alright… I’m waiting for something hit me. Anything. Got videos brewing, but I need to learn the software. Working on it.

I’m about to transition to working outside to give me a change of pace, since tonight will be one long stretch, man.

Random note – reading Nora Roberts. Seriously this author drags me into her stories every single time!

Another random note – Flip cameras are very very cool. For the first time, I downloaded what I had stored in memory and it had software to edit and stuff! Very cool. P.S. It’s orange.

At some point I’m going to highlight some other causes and blogathoners, but I’m trying to do too much at one time right now. Once everyone goes to bed, I’ll be able to focus a little bit better.

Germany Memories

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A question response! Yay!

L., an old friend from high school asked

band memories – Germany?:)

I’m a band geek. What she’s talking about was the trip we took to Germany and Austria my freshman year (her senior year, I believe.)

We went to be in a “parade” in Munich for Easter. It wasn’t, in fact, a parade. We actually, if I recall correctly, just played standing still in the city quad. I have pictures, but they’re packed away, so I can’t scan them. I know there are some floating on the internet, I’ll grab them and link them here.

Anyway – memories. That year, I was in the color guard, and not playing in the band yet (I blew out my knees and had a hard time marching, so at one point I played in pit percussion so I wouldn’t have to march or dance in the field shows.)

I don’t remember much from the trip – probably because it felt like a whirlwind, and it was only the second time I’d traveled away from my parents.

I do remember having a yellow shirt I had to wear because my mother packed it and it was the only clean thing left. I remember my roommates. I remember that we had free time in Munich, and my roommates and I got lost on the subway. Which was awful, ’cause I really really had to go to the bathroom. We found the hotel again just in time. I also remember feeling rather grownup because we got lost on the subway. In Germany. Where all the signs were in GERMAN and we still found our way back to the hotel without having to ask a grownup. I was only 13/14 at the time, so it was a huge deal.

I remember my purse got stuck in one of those turnstyle doors.

I remember we played a concert at a castle in Austria, and thought it was absolutely gorgeous. I still want to go back and explore Austria more.

I remember one girl who shall remain nameless being completely airsick nearly the whole upteen hour flight. And then back again.

I remember buying this decoration – I don’t even remember what exactly it was. A decorative egg, I guess, of some kind, that fell apart eventually. I kept it for years.

Other than that all I have are impressions. All good impressions. A feeling of warmth when I look back.

Confusion

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I beginning to confuse myself. I’ve had to start writing down when to post. It’s starting to blend together. It’s only 2:50pm as I sit writing this, so I’m not tired, there’s just a sheer volume. So, I think I may have missed one, because I came back to my computer and a post was saved not posted. Sigh. Good thing all my pledges were set amounts, not per post, otherwise I’d be down one. I think. I’m still confused.

Random – I took a really quick shower between the 2:30 post and this one. I was going so fast (so I could write up the next post on time) that I caught my eyebrow ring and nearly ripped it straight out. Major pain. But no blood or bruising (yet.) This is what my husband would call “sacrifice of the bod.”

Another random note – Any recommendations on a swimsuit for a mom of two who is closer to 40 than 20? 34 to be exact. I’m planning on writing from out side near our little pool once the small human splashes of death to pink laptops are done playing out there with their dad. Anyway, I was putting on my suit and noticed the seam is unravelling and the lining is fraying. At which point I realized I’ve owned the suit for about 8 years, so it makes sense. Any brands or specific suits you love?

Awaiting your questions

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Hm.

I seem to have hit a plateau. I know… Ask me questions!! Please!! You ask me questions and I write them up.

Please?

That is the sound of desperation. I think it’s merely an after eating dearth of creativity, but humor me.

Nothing’s off limits. I may not answer the way you want, but nothing’s off the table.

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