Archives for August 2011

I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room….or rather, le elephante.

And that would be….I don’t actually speak french.
I know.
Most of you are probably quite surprised what with my FRENCH title and all.

But, no.
I speak not even a little.
Or would that be “poquito?”

Oh wait, that’s spanish.
See?
I prove my point.

I do, however, LOVE Moulin Rouge.  So much in fact, that Come What May was our wedding song.  And because I love Moulin Rouge and I danced to a song sung by people who pretended to be french, I somehow relate a bit with the french speakers.
{i also like cheese.  AND FRENCH BREAD!  see?  so much in common!}

And so, that is why one night, long ago, when I stayed up after taking an Ambien….I started a blog.

And on that hazy night, a blog was named:
Le Musings of Moi. 

Yes, I now know it’s supposed to be written LES Musings of Moi.
{and even then, pretty sure the arrangement of words is wrong as well…save that for another post!}

From what I gathered over the years of anon commenters (and some not so anonymous),
here’s the real deal…..
Les is pronounced LAY.  Les is the female form.
Le is pronounced LUH, Le is the male form.
{i think.  just hang tight, i’m sure there will be email confirmation on that ANY second now…}

But, listen.
Ambien didn’t know that.
Ambien doesn’t speak french either.
{unless, of course, a french person is taking it…but that’s way beside my point}

Other things Ambien doesn’t know?
That it really shouldn’t order books off Amazon, especially when they happen to be cookbooks, and I have never cooked a day in my life.

Also?
It doesn’t know that sending emails or texts TRYING to be either funny, sentimental, or wise….
is not only none of the above…
but will be FULL of spelling errors AND will not be remembered the following morning.
Except by the confused and possibly disturbed person receiving said email.
{awkward.}

All Ambien knows is that what it wants, it wants…
and what it likes,  it likes.

And when Ambien watches Moulin Rouge late at night, and Come What May plays it’s way into my little feeling heart…a blog is born.

Le Musings of Moi.

And if all that isn’t proof that no REALLY, I don’t speak french…
This is how I sound when I sing Lady Marmalade:
boo loo coo vey a les bwa…le sha….

Close?
No?

I did get the les part right there though, I think.
And we wonder why they hate us.
How about I just stop with the awkward blog title?

p.s.
you’ll be happy to hear, i quit the ambien.
especially you french speakers.

© 2011 “Le Musings of Moi”