The dentist tore into me for voting for Sègo during my teeth cleaning. Can you tell I'm on a roll with these medical apointments? Summer will be tricky so we're getting them out of the way now!
She asks me who I voted for, I didn't answer so she says "You didn't! It's because you're a poor, uncomprehending foreigner who may have watched the debate but didn't understand a word of it..."
I'm trying to think that I've been here long enough, and that my French is good enough, that they can joke like this. Plus the fact that I'm technically no longer a foreigner, since obviously I voted, and obviously foreigners can't vote, right??
The kids at school are making fun of Ronnie saying that he's "really American". Now, this is a school that's about half white with children of over 20 nationalities. Let's make fun of the little white boy with the obviously Alsatian name. I told him, listen, you're more French than, for example Armel, who's still Rwandan. What about Lucas? His mom is Austrian. She isn't even French (Austrians can't have both) but I am so how can they say you're "really American" if you have two French parents? They would have to make fun of Lucas for being "really Austrian". No Mommy, he tells me. They already make fun of Lucas because he's small.
I guess they've assigned each child something to rib and they had to dig a bit to get one on Ronnie.
Armel's parents came to French while his mom was pregnant with him. It isn't incurred automatically like in the States and for 7 years, they've been here as refugees. Armel's bigger problem is his weight and I am still giving him snacks after school because his parents wont. Am I bad? Now, I'm worse. I drove him home today. He was "tired" and his foot "hurt" (although he walked just fine to the car). So he's now not getting the exercise he needs walking home (alone, mind you, about three streets away).
Getting back to the election, I'm happy to report that I'm in the minority. Alsace was the biggest Sarko supporting province in French. A whooping 67% went for him. Much less in Strasbourg itself. The mayor of Strasbourg, a woman Fabian Keller is UMP (Sarko) while Mulhouse, the other big city in Alsace, has a Socialist Mayor.
If I'm going to lose, there is one election promise that Sarko made that he better keep.
OPENING ON SUNDAYS!!!!
Well, he says "freedom to choose" but I'm fed up with this silly rule and it's got to go. Saturdays are completely insane here. People go mad with shopping only to see empty parking lots all day on Sunday. I don't even work and I'm complaining. What do my working mom friends do? It's grim. I went to buy two birthday gifts for two little girls on Saturday and the traffic was insane! Although I was really pleased with Kenza's gift. It's a "California Girl" Barbie of undetermined ethnic origin with long black hair like she has. But for that and a horsey Polly Pocket (for Romane who does riding lessons) it took an hour.
Oh, and I looked at Peugoets today.
http://www.peugeot.com/produits/modeles/307/en/default.htm
or
http://www.peugeot.com/produits/modeles/206sw/en/default.htm
Only four doors, or five as they call hatchbacks, are in the running.
Daniel thinks it's outside the budget. Hard to argue when he's sitting in a Landrover!!
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