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This weeks English assignment was to create pictures of moments with words.

Here's what I came up with, along with some pictures to supplement.

Have a great weekend!

What’s In a Name?

Sitting in a room too sterile for its own good. Crammed onto a tiny couch not meant for three people. Holding a precious newborn small enough to fit in my purse. I still didn’t know what Baby Madeleine’s full name was! Her parents had kept me in suspense for months. Now, sitting next to my brother-in-law Andy, the moment had come. He was writing a blog post to announce the arrival of his fourth child. He typed “Madeleine” then turned to me, “you ready for this Nat?” “Yes!” My breath caught in my throat as his abnormally large fingers typed the word Rose. For the first time in my life, I was speechless. This beautiful girl in my arms shared my name! Instantly I was struck by the power of this moment. I felt the pressure of being a role model. I immediately resolved to never do anything to make Miss Madeleine Rose feel ashamed of her namesake.

All Lit Up

I’d been waiting for this moment ever since I set foot on French soil. It was my last Sunday here in this beautiful city and unlike my hometown of Mesa, the streets of Paris teemed with life. People were everywhere, living it up and enjoying the beautiful weather. The air surrounding me was electric, like someone had plugged the city into a wall and pressed the ON button. Though it was almost eleven o’clock, I felt safe walking alongside my 6’3’’ brother-in-law Andy. We quickly made our way up to Sacreqour where, according to Bekah, we’d have the best view in the city. As the minutes slugged by and turned into seconds, my anticipation reached a breaking point, no longer bubbling in my stomach, but boiling over like hot water left on the burner too long. Then, finally, it came. The Eiffel Tower sparkled and shone like nothing I’d ever seen before. The beauty of it made tears come to my eyes. I could’ve been hundreds of miles away and still have been able to see the brilliant glittering. “Okay,” I thought to myself. “I can go home now.”

Can I Please Go Back?

I'm a Terrible Liar: Part Two

For those of you just joining us,

WELCOME!

We're playing a little game this week:

Three Truths and a Lie.

Scroll down to the previous post for how to play and to read the first story.

Story Two is coming your way right now:

I once paid $9 for a Coke.

Like less than 32 oz of it.

Yeah.

Sad but true.

Here's why:

I was on top of the Eiffel Tower.

You know, like in Paris?

Well, I was thirsty.

So I sauntered into the little resturant thing that they have up there and looked for the price of a drink.

6 EUROS!!!

MAMMA MIA!

AY CARAMBA!

HOLY CRAP!

Yes friends, that translates to nine American dollars.

After I overcame the shock of such a large price, I began to think.

"When am I ever going to be able to drink a Coke on top of the Eiffel Tower again???

Ummm never!!!

So what the heck," I thought.

"I'll just do it."

So I did.

And guess what?

It was the best Coke I'd ever tasted.

Installment Numero Tres will be featured Manyana.

(Yes, I'm very white.)

I'm a Terrible Liar: Part One

We are going to play:

Three Truths and a Lie

(Got this great idea from Camille and C Jane.

Here's how it goes:

Starting today, I will tell you four stories.

Three of them will be honest to goodness fact.

One will not.

You will decide what that one is.

I'll have a poll on my sidebar and you can also tell me your vote in the comment box.

Story One:

One evening, after a long, fun day of sightseeing Paris I was riding the Metro home.

Now that I look back on it I was quite cranky and tired,

When all of a sudden......

There he was.

ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BOYS I HAD EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.

He just sauntered his sexy self onto the Metro and parked his cute toosh

BEHIND ME!!!

WO IS ME!!!!

THIS COULD NOT FLY!!!!

I HAD TO KEEP LOOKING!!!!

But how to do so without looking like a creeper????

Hmmmmmmm

*LIGHTBULB*

There was an accordion player entertaining us on the metro that day.

So very nonchalantly I turned around, "watching the accordion player" while surreptiously checking out Mr. "I make green eyes look HOTTTT"

After a couple stops Mr. IMGELH got off.

A couple more stops and it was the accordian players turn to get off.

He came around to collect a little dough for his services.

I promptly scurried to grab my wallet and pulled out the first money that my hands touched.

I then proceeded to put it in his cup.

To this day, I still don't know how much money I put in there.....

I was so grateful to him, that it didn't matter!

Stay Tuned for Story Two Tomorrow!