• More than you needed to know

    They (whoever the hell “they” may be) say that your name was decided by fate and the universe way before conception. Ok, whatever…all I know is that the FPU wanted to call me Didi if I was a girl or Emile if I was a boy. I was in fact called Didi for a whole 3 days, until the FPU’s uncle came to visit and made fun of my very seventies retro name. I think Didi would’ve suited me just fine. In the meantime, this is the meaning of Jean…. You entered: Jean Your number is: 3 The characteristics of #3 are: Expression, verbalization, socialization, the arts, the joy of…

  • Lady Marmalade

    You know that delicious part of a slow awakening…the part where you`re lying in bed, not quite sleeping and not quite awake and you`re vaguely aware of everything around you. I love those moments…in fact, I take those moments to let my mind go. This morning I woke up thinking of one crazy night in Paris on the Champs Elysées and how a young lad bowled me over at sunrise. Paris 2005 Don and I spent most of our time together in Paris. Fabulous, fashionable and funny…Don Berry Jr. (male nurse from New Orleans I was his FH while we toured about *FH = Fag Hag*). We spent the day…

  • Sowing the seeds of love

    *aaaaargh * Saturday morning and all’s not well. Baby-sis in bed next door (guest bedroom). I’m doing the mental pep talk thing… “come now, you promised yourself you’d be productive today. get your lazy ass out of bed and start…gardening.” Ja. This day is going to be a total abortion. Lovely stuff… A note to the weary and the wise: the fingers aren’t green, as much as they’re technicolour. Sad, but true. I will attempt to massacre the lawn, some saplings, herbs (not that kind) and a garden bench – still unassembled. I’m such a damn overachiever. But first….A pot of java, a pain au choc croissant and a morning…