Ça déchire

There are a couple of students who live at the school during the week and I see them at the cafeteria every night. Each week I learn a new phrase or expression and the boarders always have the best ones.

For example: (Expression, literal French translation, equivalent English expression)
"Ça déchire!!" -- That tears -- Awesome!
"Ça pète!!" -- That farts--Excellent!
"C'est mortel!!" --That's mortal/fatal--Awesome!

If I'm not 100% correct on the translations, I hope you'll forgive me. Anyway, the above expressions have become a part of my daily vocabulary and I just love tossing out a 'ça déchire!' or 'ça pète' around the young guns. They MDR (mort de rire, die from laughing) when I speak their lingo...or try to, haha.

Everyone I work with has been buzzing about what they'll be doing over the upcoming vacation. We have a two-week break in February which corresponds to no holiday I ever had in school. In Louisiana we did have a week for Mardi Gras, but I'm not sure if that still exists. In any case, these kids have to go to until the first week of July, so I'm all for a two week va-cay in Feb-ray!

Shannon has been trying to put together a little trip to the Côte d'Azur for the Festival Citron de Menton during the first week of our vacation. Right now we are looking at renting an apartment for a week and splitting the cost between 4 or 5 girls. I hope it all works it out because Lord knows I need me some sunshine. We'd be at the edge of the beach...lazing around...for a week. Ahhh what bliss :)

As for my little slumber party last Saturday, we did indeed have a 'nuit blanche' and I still haven't caught up on my sleep. That's the problem with hanging out with young people, you know. Seriously friends, I'm turning into more of an old lady with each day. While sitting in my living room yesterday I thought, "Now where is my housecoat?" ...



To make matters worse, I've been having some digestion problems (surprise) and I bought an economy-sized bag of prunes, prune compote, prune/blueberry yogurt, broccoli, coffee and I've been downing mineral oil. FYI: Mineral Oil is disgusting to swallow. Not very much makes me gag, but I just want to heave that stuff up as soon as I feel it gliding down my throat. Yuck.

The only thing keeping me from being Mr. Rogers is an electronic train set and a magical puppet world on the stage one set over from my house set. Nah, I have a real apartment; you can ask Mr. McFeely if you don't believe me!

It's strange to be young and feel so old. I would take a nap everyday and turn in at 8 pm if my body would let me. For some reason, right around 8:30 I get this energy surge and I'm up until...well I won't tell you because my mother would be worried. Let's just say I'm up until an unholy hour and you can think what you want.




Ok, kids. Well, I'm outie cuz I have a bus to catch. I hope you are well this week and enjoy a blessed weekend.

Scripture Memory:

'Jésus répondit "Il est écrit: L'homme ne vivra pas de pain seulement, mais de toute parole qui sort de la bouche de Dieu".'
Matthieu 4.4