Me and my International Peanut Butter

{Picture: taken in the tunnel with the fireworks/light setting on the way back from the skiing trip.}
I'm pretty bad about this blog everyday thing. But my mom's a writer, and my dad has complicated formulas and other jumble to make us squint our eyes at, so computers (laptops) can be hard to find in this house. I got very much nothing done today really. And to pretty much completely contradict what I just said before, I spent pretty much the whole day staring at a screen being "social". I actually wouldn't have done that, if not for lovely Michigan weather coming in and being itself. And you might wonder, how does something in Michigan affect, well, someone in France? That is pretty much the easiest question to answer. But that isn't the right answer. Basically, a snow day in April. Meanwhile, I ate mushy strawberries decadently sprinkled with sugar on the deck, admiring the yellow and blue sky, while trying not to be stung by French bees. Conclusion: the world is big.

Claire (French friend) is in Turkey with her Latin class till Wednesday. There was an earthquake in this Italian town my parents stayed in for like a year after like college or something.

You know who's cool? Jack Johnson. Sort of like a... matured? Jason Mraz. Or something. And Supertramp is/was cool as well. You should check them out!

What else to say... well the post just before this was supposed to be for yesterday, and I only forestalled the publishing of such post was because my dad was in possession of the computer and I needed to put on the pictures. I know. I live such a hard and strifefull life. Strifefull should so totally be a word.

Maybe we should all just make our own dictionaries. I mean, not like invent a whole new language, but just put together a combination (what the? apparently that word can't be plural) or something of different cool words. Or we could just not do that and wait for other people to do that. The English language now has like.. several more words than in Shakespeare's time, or so I've heard. I believe it. Conclusion: the world is big.

I wonder if France does lemonade stands. I haven't seen any, but I think I might have seen an ice cream truck pass once. I probably mentioned this before. Anyway, maybe it'd be... interesting to do a lemonade stand, and then completely embarrass myself by not understanding what the people say to me. And probably get ripped off and laughed at. But that'd be okay, since it'd make for a good story I bet.

Ahhhh procrastination.

Oh wait! Yes! Salmonella (whoa! I actually spelled that right on my first attempt!!!) scare with peanut butter apparently in the US. That was such an incomplete sentence. I had some peanut butter today, but I lived. The brand name was Mississippi Belle and had "peanut butter" written on the front in 6 languages, was a product of I.A.S. Corp. Piscataway in New Jersey but was imported by Bur Dist., Maisons Lafitte, France Gray's American Stores, Stockholm, Sweden. And yet, it did not taste like cooked regurgitated blue kiwi. On the side it says Product of U.S.A. and expires in 12/2009.

Gah! That Italy post never happened, did it? I thoroughly apologize. Though really, something tells me I'm sort of just apologizing to myself. But whatever. That's one of my top reactions/answers to pretty much everything, it seems.

Tomorrow, then. Hopefully I won't wake up at noon again. 88.

The different words for peanut butter on the container:

• Erdnussbutter
• Pate D'Arachide
• Mogyorovaj
• Pasta De Cacahuete
• Pinadakaas
• Mangyorovaj