tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post4036781868406752718..comments2023-10-20T13:36:38.807+05:30Comments on Scribbly Katia: First MemoriesKatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01423190518569699882noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-21162568985796221292007-06-21T23:16:00.000+05:302007-06-21T23:16:00.000+05:30The sad thing about the butcher's line is that man...The sad thing about the butcher's line is that many people continue to feel that way, in France, and of course, elsewhere. Today, mind you, ever since Pedro Almodovar and La Movida, being Spanish is much more glamourous. But when I was growing up, the Spanish people in France were the maids and the construction workers and they were openly treated with scorn.<BR/>Don't you worry, I'm working on my own challenge, and actually, it even inspired another post. My little one spent 2 hours in front of the TV, this afternoon, and when she got tired of it, she went to her room and played alone with her dolls. Maybe this is not so bad, after all. She's learning independence :)Katiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01423190518569699882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-54995280516217464112007-06-21T22:26:00.000+05:302007-06-21T22:26:00.000+05:30PS. I love that line of the butcher, why don't peo...PS. I love that line of the butcher, why don't people stay in their own countries? Ha ha, you and I wouldn't exist if they did...actually wait a bloody second...NO ONE would exist, we'd all still be in Africa tearing each other's eyes out anyway for some other ridiculous reason...rilla jaggiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259015787424108654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369112.post-54129886251790438892007-06-21T22:22:00.000+05:302007-06-21T22:22:00.000+05:30Oh Katia,What a gorgeous photograph, crinkles and ...Oh Katia,<BR/>What a gorgeous photograph, crinkles and all!<BR/>You're right about memories. I tagged some of mine and here's what I came up with...sad, angry, hurt, scared, lost, frustrated, bored...yeah, where are the happy times. Actually, they are all there. They just need a little more digging. I guess it's because they have no sharp poky edges, the kind that stick up and out through the dust of the ages. Reminds of kitty litter, if you don't mind the analogy. It's always easier to find the poop when you scoop 'coz of the pointy edges ;) sorry, hope you weren't having dinner ;P<BR/>Well, I like your challenge, and as you knew, I will be taking you up on it...but I am also waiting to see you take up your own challenge too.rilla jaggiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259015787424108654noreply@blogger.com