I Miss You Blogfest

The idea behind this blogfest came from Andrew Leon at StrangePegs, and together with Matthew MacNish at the QQQE, and Alex J. Cavanaugh at Alex J. Cavanaugh, they've decided to host the Oh, How I Miss You Blogfest. These three guys are awesome bloggers and writers. If you don't know them already, check them out pronto. These guys rock! 

The blogfest is actually pretty simple, list one to three bloggers you really miss and one to three bloggers you would miss if they stopped blogging.

Well, I've only been blogging since February but I can already list a ton of people I'd miss if they suddenly stopped blogging. Mainly people I've had the pleasure of interacting with through this blog. So if you're reading this, yes, I'd miss YOU! (: 

But if I had to chose one, it would be the person who got me out here in the first place, and that would be Tia Bach at Depression Cookies. Tia and I met over two years ago and she convinced me to dive into the writing community by starting up a blog. She told me the writing community was a generous and caring group filled with talented writers and bloggers willing to help out, and you know what? She was right. Over the years, we've become close friend and I've even had the pleasure of meeting her and her wonderful family in person. In short, Tia is the sister I always wish I had. She's a talented writer, published author, editor and extremely hard worker and an all around good person. Her blog posts are uplifting, positive, inspiring, and informative. And, it never ceases to amaze me how much work she manages to get done in addition to being a wife and mother of three wonderful girls. So Tia, I'm sending you big hugs and I thank you for getting me out of my writers closet and for being such a positive force in this writing community.    <3 

Now, when thinking about a blogger that has been absent for a while, a few did come to mind. However, there is one in particular I'd like to mention and that's author and writer, Jack Flacco. I tried getting back to Jack's site but unfortunately his blog has vanished and the only traces of his old posts are what's left in my blogger feed. ): I miss Jack and his posts. They were great, funny but also informative and he always left kind comments. I don't know what happened, but I do hope Jack is doing well and hopefully someday he'll come back to the blogosphere.  

So if you're reading this, Happy Friday! Love all you guys and hope you have a great weekend.

 (: 

Things I Miss About the States, Things I Love About France

I’m breaking this post up into several installments because the list is long. Today, I'm focusing on random stuff I miss about the States. 

After living in the States for almost 20 years I moved to France and realized, not only is the US the land of the free, it's also the land of the convenient. 

There are many things I enjoy about living in France, but after almost 9 years, I still miss little things about living in the States. With the exception of my Dad and a few close friends, most of the things I miss are everyday conveniences. 

Mailboxes  

For the most part, mailing a letter in the States is as simple as slapping a stamp on the envelope, walking out to the end of your driveway, putting the letter in the tunnel shaped box and raising the flag.

In France, to mail a letter you have to go to a post office or drop it inside a large yellow post box, usually located outside grocery stores or outside the post office. What you have in front of your house looks like this:

Yes, this is my actual mailbox on top of my electric meter. 
Yes, there is a big honking rock on it, don't ask.
And yes, I did photoshop "Wonder Woman" on the name plate (: 

Notice, there is no flag on my mailbox because mail carriers (see how PC I am) only deliver mail, they do not take it. Why? Because that would require working over 35 hours/week, and that is a "no, no."  Also, each mailbox comes with a lock and key in case the neighbor wants to steel your bills and books you ordered from Amazon.

Public Water Fountains

  

In the States, public water fountains are pretty common. You find them in schools and in public places like shopping malls, museums, parks etc. No big deal. You walk over, push the button and water comes out. It’s free.

In France, finding a public water fountain is difficult and I’ve never seen one indoors. The few I’ve seen outside tend to be beautiful ornate stone fountains that look 300 years old. And oddly enough, most French people never drink out of these fountains; they prefer their bottled sparkling water.  

Parking

In the States, there's usually room to park your car. You find an open spot, drive in, park.

In France, there is a shortage of parking. Period. So what do people do when there's no parking left? Park on the sidewalk of course!

Now, do I park on the sidewalk? Absolutely. When in Rome...

Hugs

I didn't realize how much I miss hugs until I got back State side a few weeks ago. I was introduced to several people in my Dad's writers group. I shook hands with them until I got in front of a colossal man. I looked up, stuck my hand out and this huge southern gentlemen looked down at me (I'm 5'2 for 120lbs) and he says with a smile, "I hug my women." And I got this great big bear hug from a barrel of a man. Needless to say, it put a big smile on my face. In the States greeting someone with a hug is normal. Women hug each other all the time. You hug your family, close friends, etc. For everyone else, you shake hands. No big deal.

In France people don't hug. It's weird. Oddly, what isn't weird is what's called "la bise" or kiss. It's common to kiss someone you know on alternating cheeks. The problem is, the number of times you kiss depends on what region you live in. In the south, some exchange 3 kisses, in other regions it's 2 and for some it's 4. I can't tell you how stressful it was for me not knowing how many times to do "la bise." Also, if you're meeting someone for the first time you shake hands. Sounds easy right? Except that's not always the case and some people will do "la bise" right off the bat. A lot depends on your age, the age of the person you are meeting, and if you're being introduced by a mutual friend. Confused yet? Me too. I remember meeting someone for the first time, leaning in the do "la bise" and have them stick their hand out. Awkward. Can't we all just hug and call it a day? Apparently, "Non."