The Sunshine Awards: Part I

My awesome ex-pat buddy, Sara has passed along the Sunshine Award to me! And since it’s been like a ghost town around this blog for a little while, I’m happy to oblige. Here are the rules: #1. Acknowledge the nominating blogger. #2. Share 11 random facts about yourself. #3. Answer the 11 questions set by your nominating blogger. #4. Nominate 11 bloggers yourself. #5. Post 11 questions for your nominated bloggers to answer.

Since Sara made the executive decision to cut 11 down to 7 
(which I’m totally in line with), I’m only doing 7 as well. Up top, girlfriend! 
Also, since there are 5 steps to this bad boy… it’ll be completed in parts. So here we go with Part I.

#1: Thanks, Sara for this awesome award and giving me something to write. Check.

#2: Here are my random facts: 

1. Doing these award posts always reminds me of the chain letters that would get going when I was in middle school. There was a good month long run that got a lot of us writing our little 11 year old hands off… when we started racking up 100+ letters to write, we finally decided to stick it to the man and called it quits. Can’t say that we haven’t been looking over our shoulders since then…

2. I love popsicles. I recently paid $3 for this HUGE bag of freeze pops (the kind that are just liquid in plastic tubes and you freeze them yourself… every part of the country has different names for them, I just call them popsicles). They’ve lasted for a couple months now and I’ve been loving them. I’ll even eat two in a row, or eat one at breakfast time, just because I can. I LOVE BEING AN ADULT. I bought another bag at the store the other day because I figured they’ll stop selling them soon as the colder months hit. These should last me ’til Christmas. There must be 100 popsicles in there…

3. I love Halloween and dressing up, but I’m the worst at coming up with costume ideas. I always come up with great ideas in February and then forget them by the time October rolls around. I’m the girl at the costume store 4 hours before the party, trying to pick through all the leftover items and piece something together… and I refuse to go as a “sexy” ______

Although this is clever: 

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4. As is evident by my blog lately, I’m an “All or Nothing” type of person when it comes to most things: productivity, workouts, relationships, cooking, etc. I’m either in and going full speed ahead, or completely out.

I need to be ALL productivity this week. I’m feeling a little rundown though, so I feel more like this:

5.  This one’s an oldie, but a goodie. Plus, anybody new around here may learn something new about me: I’m naturally blonde. I dyed my hair brunette in 2008 to try something new and to see what it looked like. I think it fits me better than my ashy blonde color, especially in my pale, winter state, so I kept it.

Here’s what I used to look like (with highlights):
Halloween. Circa 2004? 
Bonus points if you can name our Halloween costume. ’cause it’s a hard one… 

6. I’m about as “Type B” as you can get, but when it comes to money and bills, I’m ON IT. No bills are ever paid late, I keep spreadsheets on everything, and my credit score rocks because of it. Too bad I can’t brag about how much money I have… #iliketotravel

7. I’m not a lotion/moisturizer person, but I can’t live without chapstick. I mean… I would if I had to, obviously, but I’d suffer. You know when they ask you what one item you’d choose to have with you if you were trapped on an island? Chapstick for me! These lips need constant care and are sensitive! Lip sticks usually cause them to peel, as do other types of scented balms.  I have Chapstick in my purse, my car, my travel bags, my makeup case, my bedside table, etc. I don’t have to apply it a lot, but I always need to have it with me. Just in case…

#2: Check.

Stay tuned for the next installment.
Same Bat time. Same Bat channel.

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Sara In Le Petit Village: Travel Guest Post!

Coucou Fit With Flashers! My name is Sara Louise. You might already know me from the guest post I blogged here last year, or maybe you know me from my little space in the blogosphere, Sara in Le Petit Village. But in case you don’t know me, hi and it’s very nice to meet you.

While Ami is cavorting in Mykonos (so hard not to hate on her right now) I’m filling in with some bits about sightseeing around my neck of the woods, Provence, France.

The first time I came to Provence it was three years ago and I was visiting my husband who at the time was my boyfriend and I was trying to decide if I should make the leap and follow him over here. Well it didn’t take much to convince me.

One of the first things I discovered while I was here in Provence was this teeny tiny bottle of Heineken.

{no, I am not a giant}
Will you look at that thing for heavens sake? It fits in the palm of my hand! How can you not love a place that sells baby sized beers?
Besides becoming completely obsessed with baby sized beer bottles, I became pretty obsessed with the Provence countryside too; you could just be driving along and suddenly… BAM!
The most perfect lavender field you could ever see. 
Because I’m a city girl at heart and while lavender fields are all well and good for a spell, I was itching to see more, so we drove to Avignon where I became awestruck. You see, when you’re in Avignon, you’re just walking along the small and ancient cobbled streets that weave through the city, and then you turn a corner, and suddenly, this looms over you…
Le Palais des Papes (Pope’s Palace) in all of her majestic glory (anything that pretty is definitely a girl). Standing in front of this felt like a fairytale. 
And then as if Provence didn’t already have me in it’s gorgeous grasp, on one of the last days of my vacation, my husband and I were driving back from a trip to Aix-en-Provence when we came upon this place…
{La Tour-d’Aigues}
I was so overwhelmed that I made my husband pull over so I could take a look and was completely surprised to discover that in all the times he had driven by before, he had never stopped there, and in fact, didn’t even know what it was (in case you are interested, it’s the ruins of a Renaissance Castle in La Tour d’Aigues). Because for him, driving by beautiful ruins of châteaus long past was a daily occurrence, totally normal in his French life. And now luckily for me, it’s totally normal in my French life too.  
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Guest Post! Sara in Le Petit Village

I’m moving today (balls) so I’ve asked my favorite small village living, french-speaking, hilarious friend from the states, Sara to guest post to keep you guys occupied. I’m sure you already follow her, but if you don’t, do it. Now.

“I never used to be much of a jogger, but since moving to France, my day doesn’t kick off right without a jog out of my village. I started jogging for a couple of reasons; 1) I’m currently a housewife and am blessed with time in the morning. Now instead of jogging in heels to catch the bus, I’m jogging in shoes that aren’t conducive to twisting my ankle. And 2) because although ‘French Women Don’t Get Fat’ (according to that book) women who move to France do (well I do anyway). I blame it on the baguettes, and croissants, and the cheese, and the wine… that damn delicious, inexpensive wine. So since I’m not willing to sacrifice my baguette, and my croissant, my cheese, and my delicious, inexpensive wine, I jog. Because really, what would be the point of living in France without all of that French goodness?
Every morning (OK, almost every morning) me and my dog head out and catch the rising sun. It’s completely quiet; just me and my dog, Fifty. It’s my favorite part of the day.
This is what we see as we bounce along…



Which, I have to admit, makes me love jogging in my little village almost as much as I love all the baguettes, croissants, cheese, and wine.
Almost.”

This post would make me hate her… if I didn’t love her so much already. Damn you for living in an adorable village in France! ; )
Thanks, Sara! Or should I say, merci?

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