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I remember spending countless hours with my Barbies. Nothing was off limits in the house when it came to my dolls. My mother's jewelry box was her armoire, a horse statue became her horse, my brother's Tonka Jeep was perfect size for Barbie to sit in and drive and the list goes on and on. We didn't have much money, but my Barbie was Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was the Barbie of "yesterday". I have no idea what they were thinking or drinking when they redesigned Barbie in the beginning of this century. Seriously now, trying to be "socially" correct or whatever was a bad move in my opinion. How can Barbie hold her giant heavy head up high when the generic Sally dolls are making fun of Barbie behind her back? "Look who's put on some weight!" or "Did you see the head on that chick! How does she manage to get dressed in the morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of complaints about this new Barbie but didn't realize how many till I actually had to go buy one. Now I'm talking about the regular Barbies, not those special edition ones which still use the "real" Barbie and those are the kind that I collect. I'm talking about these new mutilated ones where you wouldn't know it was a Barbie if you didn't see the name on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfRwC6BraoE/S9HKBWs4AWI/AAAAAAAAADI/-KNCrSxwPcs/s1600/b_clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463369947599602018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfRwC6BraoE/S9HKBWs4AWI/AAAAAAAAADI/-KNCrSxwPcs/s200/b_clothes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First I found that half of them had their clothes painted on them! Tell me, when was the last time you painted an outfit on you (not counting the latex you did for your boyfriend last week?). What is the purpose of that? Sure it looks cute with that one outfit, but what about other outfits? Are you trying to lose money by discouraging little girls from buying different outfits for Barbie? Are you trying to tell us that chipped, painted on clothes, is going to be the new mode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of outfits, that brings us to problem number two: WHERE ARE THE CLOTHES! I could find a small handful of outfits for Barbie, whereas when I was a kid there was such a selection I drove my mom literally batty picking out this one and that one. I guess the company is getting lazy, paint an outfit on and don't bother making clothes, thinking that is good enough? Does anyone there actually have a daughter? Is anyone there actually female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfRwC6BraoE/S9HKK0tsUmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m9YebPqoyaE/s1600/b_arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463370110274916962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NfRwC6BraoE/S9HKK0tsUmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m9YebPqoyaE/s200/b_arms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now thirdly, let's address those arm poses. Has Barbie suddenly become stuck in a Madonna Vogue video? Hey you thought it was hard before trying to get those straight arms into that cute little Barbie shirt, wait till you try it with the new deformed arm look. Who's idea was that? They need to be demoted a bit till they get their head on straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfRwC6BraoE/S9HKVCaAB6I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTZ4nFyLLcs/s1600/b_feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463370285749110690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfRwC6BraoE/S9HKVCaAB6I/AAAAAAAAADY/NTZ4nFyLLcs/s200/b_feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OKay I found some Barbies with just a bathing suit, actually perfect for what I needed them for, but that brings us to number four: flat feet. Now come on! Did you really have to flatten her feet? Afraid she'll get drafted so you flatttened her feet in the hopes she'd fail her physical? You just ended up making her look like more of a freak, but then again maybe she needed those big feet to hold up that giant head she has now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the issue number five: her big head. Okay you went "socially" correct in giving her a breast reduction (every girls dream right) then you thickened her waist (cause we all want thick waists even on our fantasy doll), so why did you have to give her a bigger head? That almost sounds like a man's idea, but he got the wrong "head" bigger :) I can't figure out the need to enlarge her head, of course unless you flattened her feet first so you had to make the head bigger to balance out the shoeboxes you are surely going to put on Barbie next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfRwC6BraoE/S9HKhAKc0qI/AAAAAAAAADg/FpwXexkFqHw/s1600/b_head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463370491305448098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NfRwC6BraoE/S9HKhAKc0qI/AAAAAAAAADg/FpwXexkFqHw/s200/b_head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay I'm just about done, I want to address the make-up a bit. Yea girls love make-up. I don't care how old you are, make-up is something almost every girl fools with so of course we do like a bit of make-up on our Barbies. But can we stop with the blue and the turquoise eyeshadow and the violet lipstick? Actually can we just stop completely? A little blush, some nice colored lips is good enough really. How is she supposed to wear that canary yellow suit with that horrendouse green eye shadow and purple lipstick? You are embarrassing Barbie with those colors! Let the make-up stay with the Barbie style head okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got that off my chest, don't you think it is time to talk about those MyScene Barbies .... I'll get back to you on that when I'm done playing with mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869906-417872942728004674?l=marseillegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course they don't care about Thanksgiving per se, just the food lol. We normally have a group of friends come over, close friends, for this holiday as it is not celebrated here I usually do it on a Saturday night. This week we will order our turkey. Yes, we must order weeks in advance, it isn't like I can just go to the grocery store and pick one up, they just don't do that here; Now if you want a rabbit, then sure head to Carrefour and grab a couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't go about with all the traditional American fixing, as well I don't really like them all anyway lol.  We will have the turkey, stuffing (in and out of bird),  REAL mashed potatoes, corn, green beans this year (usually is broccoli but with the pregnancy and gas, well my hubby would prefer no extra gas this year lol) and gravy of course. I'll be making my chocolate cake and an apple tarte also. The first thanksgiving I did go about making a pumpkin pie from fresh pumpkin, well lets just say I didn't like it and the guests started at it in shock.  I also served sweet potatoes which I hate but figured I would let them try, they did not like them either lol. i also had cranberry sauce (a kind soul shipped some to me) which I hate but figured they would need to try it, well that was a flop also lol. So I will stick to what I like and has been tried &amp; approved among the ranks.  Now what really surprises me is how much they love my gravy. Each year I try to make a little more so I can have leftovers, each year I fail as they just eat more of it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about this turkey ordering, I admit it is a pain because you don't know what you will get till it arrives. Take lst year for example, I had my husband order a turkey, the day of the dinner he picks it up at the butcher and brings it home. I'm in the kitchen preparing the stuffing and he walks in with two grocery bags, I asked what else he bought. he said, well um this is the turkey. I said WHAT! Apparantly the turkey was very large and the butcher thought it would be best to cut it in half for us lolol! OMG my shock! Well to be honest thank god he did as I could only fit half in the oven, laying on its side! The legs were I swear the size of my calf lmao. Half the turkey fed 12 people with leftovers, the other half was frozen and slowly consumed lol.  This year I'm hoping for something a bit more normal although I'm scared of what will happen when he walks in the door this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869906-116280127011722690?l=marseillegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I never really went through with updating it because look I'm lazy. I have good intentions but I just forget to update or think I'll do it later and then when I go to do it later I forget what I wanted to say and all that blah. So here is a quick synopsis of what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2005: visited a fertility specialist about getting my tubes reversed. They had been cut or tied or both since 1993 when I was 24 years old right after the c-section of my second child. At the time of visiting my specialist I was 35. I went for my lap and dye, very painful let me tell you to have that dye inserted inside of you so that they can get a good look at your fallopian tubes through exray. The exrays were inconclusive so my doctor had scheduled surgery to go in and take a look at what we were dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2005: had my surgery, small, three incisions, one over each ovary and one in my belly button. Unfortunately my uterus is badly tilted and he couldn't see anything. So he referred me to another specialist. The other specialists told us he could do the surgery but there was no guarantee. First he wasn't sure how close to the ovaries the tubes were cut, if too close reparation would be impossible. Even if he was able to repare the tubes it could take up to two or more years to conceive anyway as the older you are, the healing takes longer and we couldn't try before 6-12 months anyway. He said I could be near the age of 38-39 before I conceived and told us about IVF (FIV here). He explained they had an excellent team in Marseille, one of the best in France. He explained how the first ivf baby is now 24 there.  So told us to think about it and let our other specialist (since he is also a obgyn) what we would like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2005 still: went to see the doctor, told him ivf is what we wanted. Let me explain a bit here, if the operation didn't work, ivf was the next option. which means we could be delaying it if opting for an operation that might not work. So the doctor told us that the ivf doctor would need to approve us before beginning. He gave us the name and faxed our paperwork over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 2005: we were approved and after a few things to get straight, paperwork and insurance since four treatments of ivf are fully covered here, going to seminars to learn what we would go through and then waiting on my period to regulate we were ready for our first ivf treatment to start in December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December/January: we had our first ivf treatment, I was over medicated, extremely heavy and sore and unfortunately it did not work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2006: talked with our ivf doctor, I needed to have one more full periods (three periods before each ivf is recommeneded) and then I could start my second ivf try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May/June 2006: started my second ivf, everything went well, medication was lower dosed, went onto successfully conceive and am now 14 weeks pregnant. I will admit I wondered if ivf would really work for me, it seemed like it only happened to others or in movies. I'm really glad I was on of the lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read more details about my ivf experience, the link is to the right, IVF: Trying for Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869906-115901397076898046?l=marseillegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What the hell is a bidet?</title><content type="html">Well that is one question I never thought of when I lived in the states. So imagine my confusion upon seeing one in the bathroom of my then fiancé (now my husband), who we will call R for now.I arrived in France with no real knowledge of what to expect, further details on that will come later though. Today's story is the bidet incident. When we had arrived at R's flat I had asked him, where is the bathroom? Simple question you would think. I mean if someone asks me where the bathroom is, I assume they need to use the toilet, at least I hope that is what they need to do and not snoop through my things or shoot up some drugs lol!Anyway, he pointed to what appeared to be the bathroom, so I walk on in and close the door. First I have to look around of course, and snoop! I mean, this is my new home and I have to see just how clean he is (later I learn a little too clean for my laziness lol). Very neat bathroom, clean sink, which thrilled me. My parents bathroom sink was beyond gross when I was a teenager (although now they have changed thank god!). They would smoke and do their hair in the bathroom, and I mean both parents (stories of my father hair-capades are destined to come later, I assure you) and there was hair and ashes everywhere.But back to the incident. Well I look to my right, beside the sink and see what appears to be a toilet shaped thing connected to the floor but with no seat, lid or bowl filled with water. Instead, it seemed to be a toilet shaped sink, complete with faucets and stopper. Confused I looked at it several minutes, really needing to pee at this point but having no clue what I was looking at. Finally I said to myself, I cannot hold it any longer, so I sat down, well squatted really cause I was scared and did my business. Well there was no toilet paper, obviously, so I had to do that little shake since I saw no kleenex anywhere near. Still dazed but what I was assuming was the toilet, I ran the water in it to clean it. Then I thought, my god what if I would have had to take a crap? Where the hell does that go?As I was walking out of the bathroom I happened to glance to the door to my left and what did I see? Yes you guessed it, a right proper toilet! Complete with seat, lid, bowl full of clean water, handle to flush and toilet paper! Well I was totally embarrassed and there was no way in hell I was going to tell R what I had just done, so I continued my first day, ok my first three years with him without one mention of this.Today he does know and he laughs everytime he thinks of it. But I don't feel so bad because one of our good friends happened to do the same thing! He had never seen a bidet before and used it as a toilet the first time too! So although I don't feel stupid anymore I still get a good laugh out of that one.And just so you know, we bought a new flat shortly after I arrived here. The first thing I told R, "the bidet has got to go" and go it went lol. For me it is a useless piece of ceramic that collects dust and is ugly. Sure some people use them to wash their feet or their backsides, personally my shower does a much better job :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11869906-115895999731205040?l=marseillegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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