<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 10 Apr 2013 10:03:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Nice In Nice</title><description>The day-to-day musings of a middle-aged American housewife living "part-time" in the South of France and loving every minute of it. (Bloggin' my "buns" off!)</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>668</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-4639495526852050735</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T15:31:36.563+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div&gt;As a new decade dawns -- a disputable detail, which until recently escaped me -- we reflect on the many gifts we've enjoyed, especially these last 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody and I remain grateful for our blessed lives, filled with love and people important to us. "Baby Ella" is one of our greatest gifts; a promise that our world will continue and, will continue to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology has been both a blessing and a curse.  We now text and &lt;em&gt;tweet&lt;/em&gt;, rather than talk. We peruse pictures online instead of seeing familiar faces, face-to-face. Should we lose a "connection" we are sometimes at a loss of how to connect with those we need the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without such changes we risk complacency and, perhaps a lack of challenging stimuli. Yet, these are just some of the many innovations that we who are lucky enough to hang around, decade after decade, see and discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life after all, is an avenue of adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally (and, since this is my blog, it is all about ME) such challenges aggravate and humble me. For, without this progress my best hope of sharing these random thoughts would be contingent upon my inability to transform bleached tree trunk into something of interest (come to think of it, despite the ability to receive recent correspondence from outer space, my challenge remains the same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between our 14 nieces and nephews and, our multiple "unofficially adopted" international children, we remain hopeful for our future (including, improved human computer interaction). More on the future later, let's look back over the past decade with fondness and, a few fun facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "00's" began with a long list of items necessary for the survival of "Y2K". An embarrassing trip to a "bulk-buying" warehouse (thanks to a dear friend who is a member) found me with a cart full of items, some we still have today (24 hour candle anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proudly celebrated 10 years of marriage -- a first for both of us -- with a small gathering of family and friends in Las Vegas. Elvis' surprise appearance all but overshadowed the fact that I had squeezed into my wedding dress. The "King" did provide an excellent photo op for our holiday card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toga X was the grand finale of 10 years of gathering sheet-clad, middle-aged folks together to consume Jell-o "shooters". Today there is talk about a 10-year reunion of sorts. However; should that not come to pass at least we have a vintage shooter, framed from circa '95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we witnessed the birth of the Euro, on site, the greatest "commercial rollout since Christianity". Fortunately, we had already secured another version of Chez Dyer, which remains both a lovely lifestyle and, a worthwhile investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we begin to "summer" in &lt;em&gt;Chez Dyer Duex&lt;/em&gt;, "menu" French became my focus and, with Jody's support I embraced my European roots. Not necessarily the star student of Alliance Francaise nor, Roger Verge's school of cooking, my tenacity paid off as I learned to communicate and cook, beyond my wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a proper French lady is accompanied by a proper French dog. Ditto became a favorite accessory, going with us to restaurants, Church and, sometimes with me to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire to learn or, live part-time on the French Riviera, continued. And, the International University of Monaco became another attainable goal, one that reaped more than good grades; great friends and a life-long, global network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this decade of many blessings, we also felt the pain of loss. Cindy and Pop -- Jody's Mom and Dad -- departed. We still miss them and benefit from their wisdom. One of my favorite examples was Pop's immediate response to my pursuit of an MBA; "you can't go wrong with education". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such life lessons continue to define my existence and, still serve me well. Whether it be dealing with family and, the many challenges such extensions may bring or, new adventures such as my current business opportunity, I remain grateful to come from a place of abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, this opportunity is a primary reason for my dormant blog.  This venture has consumed my days and, sometimes my sleepless nights. Yet, it too is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "my other Jody" told me that she shares my daily pain of figuring out what to wear, I was amazed. After all, she's from New York, always fashionable and, has more clothes than many of us put together. She then described a solution and, I knew I had to help create this tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the full support of my "first" Jody, we are looking forward to not only launching this web tool but, also being well dressed for the next decade. A decade we will begin with the celebration of our 20th wedding anniversary on St. Valentine's Day and, Aunt Vee’s 101st birthday shortly thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ella Amena Marie's attendance, we will have four generations with us to celebrate. And, thanks to my trusty sewing machine, "Grandma Ella" will have a new dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2010 and, the next decade, be filled with the smile of a child, for such a gift brings much love and hope for all. Happy New Year y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SkjwOVh_zbI/AAAAAAAABI0/PmnvoA4mkyE/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352792286218407346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SkjwOVh_zbI/AAAAAAAABI0/PmnvoA4mkyE/s320/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling children; Caroline, Dawn and Louis, circa 1964. Photo by big brother Kjell O. Nelson, III. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-new-decade-dawns-disputable-detail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SkjwOVh_zbI/AAAAAAAABI0/PmnvoA4mkyE/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-2053553361366743057</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T22:31:01.733+02:00</atom:updated><title>Fall into Love</title><description>With a spring in her step, this determined young lady leads us into a new season of joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Princess Ella Amena Marie" -- as are all children -- is our hope for the future, one filled with peace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/StI_OljaWuI/AAAAAAAABJM/AIGVi2O-aZ4/s1600-h/DSC_0305bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/StI_OljaWuI/AAAAAAAABJM/AIGVi2O-aZ4/s320/DSC_0305bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391441223747263202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to all parents and, a happy birthday to "Grandpa" Jody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers (those faithful who remain after months of limited to no posts)today's schedule no longer allows for daily or, even weekly posts. All is well, just busy and working hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts will be submitted as they arise. Share your thoughts and, keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Dyer</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-into-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/StI_OljaWuI/AAAAAAAABJM/AIGVi2O-aZ4/s72-c/DSC_0305bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-3244596283838222275</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T15:38:38.961+02:00</atom:updated><title>Maryline, True Talent</title><description>Yes, our dear friend's talents have been recognized by the Grammys! Maryline's song; "Jealous Love" (Female Pop Vocal Performance) and, "Hey DJ" (Female R &amp; B Vocal) are both, on the GRAMMY NOMINATING BALLOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.marylineblackburn.com &lt;br /&gt;www.cdbaby.com/all/maryline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And, on my blog: September 9, 2008). Continue to spread the word on all of your social networks.</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/09/maryline-true-talent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-4959897765353844233</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T17:41:01.846+02:00</atom:updated><title>La Côté d'Azur</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SqkaUnRna6I/AAAAAAAABJE/10Hec_RsT1g/s1600-h/misc+090909+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379860171313343394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SqkaUnRna6I/AAAAAAAABJE/10Hec_RsT1g/s320/misc+090909+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many families, we recently took a summer vacation. It was a pleasure to see friends and classmates. We enjoyed some lovely weather and, too much good food, c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we wrapped up our trip to "la plage" I noticed this post card. Could it be that someone has turned my discarded hearts (regard mon blog; 4 octobre 2005) into art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view more of Pierre's work please see: &lt;a href="http://www.pierre-hugues-polacci.com/"&gt;www.pierre-hugues-polacci.com&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-cote-dazur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SqkaUnRna6I/AAAAAAAABJE/10Hec_RsT1g/s72-c/misc+090909+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-8735004876042862492</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T15:25:21.615+02:00</atom:updated><title>National Dog Day</title><description>&lt;div&gt;According to dailymail@holidays.net, today is National Dog Day; "A day for dog owners to recognize and honor their pet friends and to thank them for their loyalty and unconditional love". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SpUz_jq0TpI/AAAAAAAABI8/YpVecFWIABE/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SpUz_jq0TpI/AAAAAAAABI8/YpVecFWIABE/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374258897336159890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did by arriving in France today. Known for their love of &lt;i&gt;"les chiens"&lt;/i&gt; (the dogs) the French accept dogs almost anywhere. Ditto has already graced the outdoor flower market, the terrace of the cafe next to us (begging and barking, so  not French! ) and, a boutique or, two (the Euro is 1.42 to the USD so, guess who will shop her closet?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more holiday info, especially since we're on holiday &lt;i&gt;"pendant deux semains"&lt;/i&gt; (during two weeks) please see: www.holidays.net. Twittering? Join the Daily Holidays - http://twitter.com/holidaysnet (or follow @holidaysnet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-dog-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SpUz_jq0TpI/AAAAAAAABI8/YpVecFWIABE/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-3653200711182679988</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-04T03:55:28.068+02:00</atom:updated><title>"Celebutante" Dog/Blog</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/Sici7vkIdJI/AAAAAAAABIc/2FKz56H1jxc/s1600-h/Misc.+Nov+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/Sici7vkIdJI/AAAAAAAABIc/2FKz56H1jxc/s320/Misc.+Nov+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343277892674024594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A four-legged furry friend, one who splits her time between two Souths -- Atlanta and Nice -- knows she's a lucky world traveler. And, when she is highlighted on one of the world's most celebrated blogs, she knows she's really special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Ditto's &lt;em&gt;bark of authority &lt;/em&gt;on: www.avapierce.com. This blog informs all of us on the subtleties, as well as the rules, of world travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto may now take a coach seat, knowing that she arrived on the world stage, via Ava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le chien incroyable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be certain to check out Ditto's designer snack jar (compliments of Brenden and Ellie, her new best friends) on Ava's rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for readers who would like to &lt;em&gt;bark&lt;/em&gt; with Ditto, feel free to email her at:&lt;br /&gt;Dittodyer@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, she would have done all of this on her own but, like her Auntie Caroline noticed, she doesn't have thumbs!</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebutante-dogblog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/Sici7vkIdJI/AAAAAAAABIc/2FKz56H1jxc/s72-c/Misc.+Nov+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-3334811290073765594</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-21T22:13:31.369+01:00</atom:updated><title>Chocolat? Need We Say More?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/ScVYU9LJOmI/AAAAAAAABIU/SsnN4zHXcfA/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315752052222671458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/ScVYU9LJOmI/AAAAAAAABIU/SsnN4zHXcfA/s320/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did -- "merci notre amie Elisabeth" -- as we enjoyed &lt;em&gt;The art of tasting chocolate and selecting the perfect accompanying beverage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bonjour Nini, bonjour Ella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cela fait longtemps que l'on ne s'est pas vues ! Comment ca va ? Vous avez l'air toutes les deux tres occupees. L'alliance française organise une conference sur le chocolat. Vous etes ok pour me rejoindre? Le sujet de la conference est sympa et ca va etre l'occasion de parler française ...&lt;br /&gt;Dites-moi si vous pouvez venir. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate with French friends and wine? As the French "raise the bar" -- sorry, couldn't resist, "comme chocolat"! -- with wine, we enjoyed learning the delicacies of such treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini et moi avons répondu; Oui, nous serons là et oui, nous adorons le chocolat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Desmartins, Chocolatier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the event you adore chocolate, please see: &lt;a href="http://www.comptoircacao.fr/"&gt;http://www.comptoircacao.fr/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;And, for future French festivities please see: &lt;a href="http://www.afatl.com/"&gt;http://www.afatl.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/chocolat-need-we-say-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/ScVYU9LJOmI/AAAAAAAABIU/SsnN4zHXcfA/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-6850802037985146597</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 06:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T16:13:14.008+01:00</atom:updated><title>A Celebration</title><description>With family and dear friends, we celebrated Valentine's Day and, our 19th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SZwVaOvITQI/AAAAAAAABIE/ip1ljnKGOJw/s1600-h/VD-09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304138001512156418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SZwVaOvITQI/AAAAAAAABIE/ip1ljnKGOJw/s320/VD-09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This breathtaking view of Lake Blue Ridge is compliments of Edie and Mark's marvelous new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SZwVL9PBLrI/AAAAAAAABH8/Tuh3kftDIgU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304137756295900850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SZwVL9PBLrI/AAAAAAAABH8/Tuh3kftDIgU/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this view of the next generation moving forward, is compliments of our family, Beth and Rashed. "Baby" Ella is thriving as she propels us into the 21st Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SZwVL8sGBxI/AAAAAAAABH0/8Fplrpt5dwI/s1600-h/VD-09+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304137756149417746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SZwVL8sGBxI/AAAAAAAABH0/8Fplrpt5dwI/s320/VD-09+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SZwVaOvITQI/AAAAAAAABIE/ip1ljnKGOJw/s72-c/VD-09+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-1278232642727088871</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-08T01:37:33.591+01:00</atom:updated><title>Takima, "Trente Ans" and a Treat for All</title><description>We've been planning Takima's 30th for a few months (&lt;em&gt;a la&lt;/em&gt; New York, April '08) and here we are, celebrating this talented and self-actualized young lady, whom I've been blessed to know for nearly 10 years (thank you Dezo and ESPN Zone!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to visit Nice and share her "spoken word" with the locals. But first, we were "upgraded" to first class (the first time that's happened, must be the angelic halo of this lovely lady) on our way to Rome (a short layover, which thankfully, lasted longer than scheduled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZIkxq-QVI/AAAAAAAABBE/0D0A8D-bat0/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293498208666665298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZIkxq-QVI/AAAAAAAABBE/0D0A8D-bat0/s320/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the opportunity to see a few sites, including the Coliseum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZIlKRPgWI/AAAAAAAABBM/pi5_aRHDagQ/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293498215269630306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZIlKRPgWI/AAAAAAAABBM/pi5_aRHDagQ/s320/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the surrounding neighborhood where we had a tea before our shuttle back to the airport. As we enjoyed the hospitality of Marco, the kind proprietor who continued to check on our ride, I noticed a beautiful blond and, her handsome husband.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZIls9ySfI/AAAAAAAABBU/lD2pk8O9rvo/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293498224583264754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZIls9ySfI/AAAAAAAABBU/lD2pk8O9rvo/s320/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZImEODzKI/AAAAAAAABBc/J_tFRHHwBoE/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293498230825536674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZImEODzKI/AAAAAAAABBc/J_tFRHHwBoE/s320/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the small world category, bumping into newlyweds Mary Michael and Luke, just days after their nuptials, was an amazing moment. I'm sure when I said "Mary Michael" -- on the street near this ancient monument -- she thought her Mom had stowed away on their flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZImRs_pUI/AAAAAAAABBk/T4Bt9hb3fUk/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293498234444948802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZImRs_pUI/AAAAAAAABBk/T4Bt9hb3fUk/s320/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once our day in Italy was done, we made it to Nice. The energy, along with the tram and the thrill of Takima's first European tour, gave way to the glee of this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZQZ2rEN1I/AAAAAAAABD0/-gldmo_xJuY/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293506817123694418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZQZ2rEN1I/AAAAAAAABD0/-gldmo_xJuY/s320/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the birthday babe was making new friends. Faithful readers will recognize G'Man -- classmate extraordinaire -- and Charhnaz, our favorite "avocate", as we begin the festivities at Chez Dyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZQZ--S6kI/AAAAAAAABDs/-4jhuUpO5iw/s1600-h/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293506819351833154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZQZ--S6kI/AAAAAAAABDs/-4jhuUpO5iw/s320/DSC01106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Wlad gives a thumbs up to Ms. Maryline and her victorious title of &lt;em&gt;Ms. Alaska&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZQZeX23AI/AAAAAAAABDk/mm7aVBaPwvs/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293506810600676354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZQZeX23AI/AAAAAAAABDk/mm7aVBaPwvs/s320/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Dady Mimbo sparks the tunes, once again, as friends enjoy (and, I hope that my thigh-high boots stay in place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZJhQH4ZbI/AAAAAAAABBs/eZMvvZgFe-8/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293499247633130930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZJhQH4ZbI/AAAAAAAABBs/eZMvvZgFe-8/s320/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewel, you have my heartfelt thanks. Someday I'll meet you and tell you what a gift your daughter is in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been over a month since my last post. And, there is so much more of Takima's talent to share, which I promise I will do within the next few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm and, stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/takima-trente-ans-and-treat-for-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SXZIkxq-QVI/AAAAAAAABBE/0D0A8D-bat0/s72-c/DSC01049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-8762803092191639337</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T15:30:00.718+01:00</atom:updated><title>And to All ...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SVY9XHnkLGI/AAAAAAAABAc/MpsMrdyhjW0/s1600-h/Christmas+08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284478680157138018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SVY9XHnkLGI/AAAAAAAABAc/MpsMrdyhjW0/s320/Christmas+08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wrap up this holiday season by wishing all a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2009 be filled with good health and a renewed sense of what is important; family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, may readers return for yet another adventure. This time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Takima's&lt;/span&gt; 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday where else but, on the French Riviera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-to-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SVY9XHnkLGI/AAAAAAAABAc/MpsMrdyhjW0/s72-c/Christmas+08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-1169925072326968947</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T20:41:18.505+01:00</atom:updated><title>In Any Language...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.utexas.edu/staff/bfsa/images/holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.utexas.edu/staff/bfsa/images/holiday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joyeux Noël et bonne année&lt;br /&gt;God jul och gott nytt år&lt;br /&gt;جمل التهاني بمناسبة الميلاد و حلول السنة الجديدة&lt;br /&gt;Շնորհավոր Ամանոր և Սուրբ Ծնունդ&lt;br /&gt;Sretan bozic i nova godina&lt;br /&gt;Bon Natali e filici annu novu&lt;br /&gt;كریسمس مبارک&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad y Feliz Año Nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Gleðileg jól og farsælt komandi ár&lt;br /&gt;Bones Navidaes y Gayoleru añu nuevu&lt;br /&gt;ལོགསར་ལ་བཀྲ་ཤིས་བདེ་ལེགས་།&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal e ano novo feliz&lt;br /&gt;Христос се роди Срећна Нова Година&lt;br /&gt;С Рождеством Христовым и счастливое Новый Год&lt;br /&gt;Un an nou ferici&lt;br /&gt;Vrolijke Kerstmis en gelukkig nieuw jaar&lt;br /&gt;ᖱᒣᖳᒐᒉᑊᖿᒪᔪᖱᖽᐧᒡᒧᐧᖾᒍ&lt;br /&gt;Frohe Weihnachten und glückliches neues Jahr&lt;br /&gt;ᏓᏂᏍᏔᏲᎯᎲ &amp;amp; ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ ᎢᏤ ᎤᏕᏘᏴᎠᏌᏗᏒ&lt;br /&gt;С Новым Годом&lt;br /&gt;Natale hilare et annum faustum&lt;br /&gt;Glæd Geol and Gesælig Niw Gear&lt;br /&gt;Среќен Божик и среќна Нова година&lt;br /&gt;Ya'at'eeh Keshmish&lt;br /&gt;З новим роком&lt;br /&gt;Szczęśliwego nowego roku&lt;br /&gt;Sinifesela uKhisimusi oMuhle noNyaka oMusha oNempumelelo&lt;br /&gt;Šťastný nový rok&lt;br /&gt;Srijetna nova godina&lt;br /&gt;Veselé vánoce a šťastný nový rok&lt;br /&gt;ᖁᕕᐊᓱᒡᕕᒻᒥ ᖁᕕᐊᓱᒋᑦ/ ᖁᕕᐊᓱᕝᕕᓯᐅᑦᓯᐊᕆᑦ ᐊᒻᒪ ᕿᑎᙳᒪᕆᒃ&lt;br /&gt;Cpетна нова година&lt;br /&gt;честита нова година&lt;br /&gt;Καλή χρονιά, ευτυχισμένος ο καινούργιος χρόνος&lt;br /&gt;გილოცავთ შობა-ახალ წელს&lt;br /&gt;Χαρούμενα Χριστούγεννα και καλή χρονιά&lt;br /&gt;Sâle no mobârak&lt;br /&gt;Yeni yılınız kutlu olsun&lt;br /&gt;שנה טובה&lt;br /&gt;圣诞快乐 新年快乐&lt;br /&gt;メリークリスマスおよび明けましておめでとう&lt;br /&gt;즐거운 성탄 및 새해 복 많이 받으세요&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to "King" Wlad -- who probably speaks most of these languages -- for the inspiration for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on a variety of languages (and to correct my spelling) please see: &lt;a href="http://www.omniglot.com/language/phrases"&gt;www.omniglot.com/language/phrases&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faeml.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/christmas-holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://www.faeml.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/christmas-holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-any-language.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-3040662945671489875</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T04:18:46.918+01:00</atom:updated><title>'Tis the Season</title><description>As the holidays draw near, we are thrilled to be home with healthy family and beloved friends (the sunny days are just a bonus).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWpAoCvkUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kCUXaKpnWpo/s1600-h/Misc.+Nov+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270804767121051970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWpAoCvkUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kCUXaKpnWpo/s320/Misc.+Nov+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite the sunshine, the winds were strong and the temperatures were low as I recently walked down Peachtree Street to the Fabulous Fox. Fortunately, I was wearing Aunt Vee's vintage fur, an amazing "swing" styled mink, which kept me warm. I also donned one of her hats to complete my &lt;em&gt;ensemble&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My walk to this historic venue was an event in itself. I was transported back in time to what it must have been like to see elegantly dressed Atlantans attending special performances during the winter season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SUkNtBQCMAI/AAAAAAAABAM/k81rp5Ydd6M/s1600-h/Dec17+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SUkNtBQCMAI/AAAAAAAABAM/k81rp5Ydd6M/s320/Dec17+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767105149579266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I saw the Nutcracker, a holiday favorite of young and not so young, "comme moi" (like me) alike.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many readers may know that the Nutcracker, based on the "king of mice" was the work of E.T.A. Hoffman. Although today's performances are "different in detail from the original story, the plot remains the same". It is the tale, like so many,  of a young girl dreaming of a prince (hmm, I think I know this story and how it ends, at least in my case!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="610"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="TOP" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;td width="76"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nutcrackerballet.net/assets/images/auto_generated_images/clearpixel.gif" width="76" height="1" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SULX6AFGwUI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4O4DvfKICiY/s1600-h/Fox+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279019104685441346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SULX6AFGwUI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4O4DvfKICiY/s320/Fox+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the Nutcracker, the Fox Theater is different in detail from its origins, which began decades ago.  This symbol of Atlanta's architecture and glamour was originally the Yaarab Temple Shrine Mosque in the late 1920's. Since then, it's had a long and lustrous life of great performances. And, was transformed by the efforts of one Dorothy Alexander. She was not only a talented artist, but also a believer in smaller cities' ability to have their own dance company. Thus, in 1929, she began with rehearsals in her garage, which lead to great productions by the Atlanta Ballet at the fabulous Fox Theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, according to John McFall, Artistic Director, "Atlanta Ballet is one of the nation’s premier professional ballet companies, recognized for the artistry of our dancers and our innovative programming. We are as diverse and provocative as the city we call home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SULX6pfVutI/AAAAAAAABAE/bM-dFQDfHd8/s1600-h/Fox+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279019115801328338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SULX6pfVutI/AAAAAAAABAE/bM-dFQDfHd8/s320/Fox+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew (not me!)? Ballet comes from Italy, dating back to 1500. The word is associated with masked ball. It was introduced to France (where I thought it had originated) when Catherine de Medici of Italy married the French King, Henry II.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWpBPKClJI/AAAAAAAAAvs/mYwaqyCXSuo/s1600-h/Misc.+Nov+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270804777620640914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWpBPKClJI/AAAAAAAAAvs/mYwaqyCXSuo/s320/Misc.+Nov+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unable to attend the performance -- much less fit into her tutu --Ditto snuggles up for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the Fox Theater please see: &lt;a href="http://www.foxtheatre.org/"&gt;http://www.foxtheatre.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the Atlanta Ballet please see:&lt;a href="http://http//www.atlantaballet.com"&gt; http://www.atlantaballet.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the Shriners please see: &lt;a href="http://http//www.yaarabshrine.net"&gt;http://www.yaarabshrine.net &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWpAoCvkUI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kCUXaKpnWpo/s72-c/Misc.+Nov+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-8742264151005769484</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 07:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T12:21:00.180+01:00</atom:updated><title>Beaujolais Nouveau</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAfq7CyeI/AAAAAAAAAwU/STtTPROfwnE/s1600-h/Beaujolais+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271112064214157794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAfq7CyeI/AAAAAAAAAwU/STtTPROfwnE/s320/Beaujolais+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by the French American Chamber of Commerce, this year's Beaujolais Nouveau Festival made a splash in Atlanta. With its slight hint of banana (although, I failed to detect that flavor, even after three glasses) it proves to be an elegant beverage for any dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAfbRQQlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/WDd5iOLvQyE/s1600-h/Beaujolais+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271112060012347986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAfbRQQlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/WDd5iOLvQyE/s320/Beaujolais+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite friends, Nini, Pammy, Cindy and Emory, gathered to share the season's release as well as catch up before schedules become too hectic during the busy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAfO49VWI/AAAAAAAAAwE/K5HbbYBprqs/s1600-h/Beaujolais+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271112056689218914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAfO49VWI/AAAAAAAAAwE/K5HbbYBprqs/s320/Beaujolais+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Atlanta's most elegant hotels, the InterContinental displayed its charm and beauty as guests mingled throughout the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAeydNvDI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yEC211Z0uHc/s1600-h/Beaujolais+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271112049056660530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAeydNvDI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yEC211Z0uHc/s320/Beaujolais+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Au Pied de Cochon"&lt;/em&gt; (something about pigs feet) added to the French feel of the festival. With its outdoor seating (yes, some French folks still need a place &lt;em&gt;"pour allumer une fumée"&lt;/em&gt; to light a smoke) and one of Atlanta's mild fall evenings, guests spilled over to the terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAeRNh-eI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2yLhm0cMiw4/s1600-h/Beaujolais+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271112040132508130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAeRNh-eI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2yLhm0cMiw4/s320/Beaujolais+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect accompaniment to the beaujolais was Gary Land Entertainment. Flanked by French &lt;em&gt;femme fatals,&lt;/em&gt; Monique, Claudine and Nini (and one cute waiter) the band enjoyed a brief pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the French-American Chamber of Commerce please see: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facc-atlanta.com/"&gt;www.facc-atlanta.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on InterContinental Hotels please see: &lt;a href="http://www.intercontinental.com/"&gt;www.InterContinental.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, should your holiday celebration call for live music please contact the band directly at &lt;a href="mailto:garyland@bellsouth.net"&gt;garyland@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/beaujolais-nouveau.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSbAfq7CyeI/AAAAAAAAAwU/STtTPROfwnE/s72-c/Beaujolais+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-6600146493340703114</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T19:12:07.530+01:00</atom:updated><title>Viva Las Vegas!</title><description>It must have been 1964 or 65 when my parents loaded us into the family's Ford Falcon for a short vacation. We then proceeded to drive the six or more hours from our home in the suburbs of Los Angeles to Las Vegas. Ah, those were the days without seat belts much less personal entrainment devices for children(god bless parents!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget approaching the city, which was lit up like a Christmas Tree as we arrived about dawn. Mother had been dieting (something like a bottle of Jacques Bonnet and a tin of caviar daily for a month or more) and fit beautifully into a blue and green brocade dress, cinched at the waist. I had an "up-do" for maybe the first time in my six or seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vegas", as my big-brother Kjell and I would refer to it (thus feeling rather grown-up and cool) was the size of a postage stamp compared to the sprawling growth, which has infested it since the early 1990's. I'm sure the "rat pack" wouldn't recognize it, I almost didn't ("&lt;em&gt;c'est la vie"&lt;/em&gt;, it's the life and that's the price of progress). I don't recall what hotel we stayed in but, I do remember a gentleman bumped into me and included a compliment with his apology "what a beautiful hairdo". Needless to say, I've been a fan of &lt;em&gt;LV&lt;/em&gt; ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SQnLJ2kZDoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/n4_V5U-D3lQ/s1600-h/Mere%27s+b-day+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262961009686548098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SQnLJ2kZDoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/n4_V5U-D3lQ/s320/Mere%27s+b-day+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a cue from previous birthday babes, Meredith donned a tiara to celebrate her 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SQnLK6CLkpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kpBOBqejMc0/s1600-h/Mere%27s+b-day+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262961027796669074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SQnLK6CLkpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kpBOBqejMc0/s320/Mere%27s+b-day+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Armed with two of her aunts, and one of mine, she and her ever supportive Mom (this young lady knows how to travel) enjoyed a luxurious stay at the Venetian, as did the entire party posse. Here, #1 Mom Ms. Kitty, my Auntie Elsa, Aunt Kathy (note to self; always travel with a project manager who can double as a hair stylist!) "et moi" (and me) prepare for a day of shopping, cards, cocktails, more shopping and shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Wayne Brady's side-splitting show at the Venetian. For more information on today's master of improvisation please see: &lt;a href="http://www.waynebrady.com/"&gt;http://www.waynebrady.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWiJ6LoPtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ykwSZC3UvxA/s1600-h/Misc.+Nov+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797230027587282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWiJ6LoPtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ykwSZC3UvxA/s320/Misc.+Nov+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shows, don't miss Jersey Boys --Winner of the 2006 Tony Award for Best Musical -- this is the story of Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. Everyone will know such songs as “Sherry,” “Big Girls Don’t Cry” and “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”. And, everyone will love the show (come to think of it, my sister Dawn may have been named after one of their songs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWjjXOvUgI/AAAAAAAAAvc/MbXx4isWvBY/s1600-h/Mere%27s+b-day+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270798766833619458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWjjXOvUgI/AAAAAAAAAvc/MbXx4isWvBY/s320/Mere%27s+b-day+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although our Croatian cab-driver didn't know "King Wlad" he did give the birthday babe a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWiKBsuS0I/AAAAAAAAAvU/snbtuW127Kc/s1600-h/Misc.+Nov+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797232045443906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SSWiKBsuS0I/AAAAAAAAAvU/snbtuW127Kc/s320/Misc.+Nov+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never staying too long at the fair we cashed out and came home with a few cents to our name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Las Vegas, please see &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lasvegas.com/"&gt;http://www.lasvegas.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine lovers stay tuned, tonight is the Beaujolais festival! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/viva-las-vegas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SQnLJ2kZDoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/n4_V5U-D3lQ/s72-c/Mere%27s+b-day+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-5625508056396250217</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T14:54:45.280+01:00</atom:updated><title>America Votes</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SRBRw2K0BrI/AAAAAAAAAuc/s3x0GIDmwxM/s1600-h/flag1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SRBRw2K0BrI/AAAAAAAAAuc/s3x0GIDmwxM/s320/flag1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264797864012547762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ELLA NELSON DYER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Race: W Gender: F &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Status: ACTIVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Registration Date: 09/11/2007&lt;br /&gt;Absentee Ballot Request Information&lt;br /&gt;Election Date: 11/04/2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Election Type: GENERAL ELECTION&lt;br /&gt;Absentee Request Received: 10/10/2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absentee Ballot Issued: 10/10/2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absentee Ballot Received: 10/10/2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As election day begins. Jody and I prepare to walk/roll up the street to our polling place (I simply adore our pedestrian friendly neighborhood!). As you can see from the website of the Secretary of State, I voted early and my vote has been received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody and I may not support the same candidate however, we do support the values upon which America was founded and with that, we enjoy the privilege of casting our votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time tomorrow, we should know the results of this historic election. Whoever "wins" has their work cut out for them. And, no matter which candidate takes office, they will have my support and allegiance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As will the beliefs, values and laws which are represented by my vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that this long, sometimes ugly, race is almost behind us, we look to the future. A future I hope will be brighter for "Baby Ella". A future that will have my support as I continue to participate beyond a vote. Future races will have my commitment to volunteer (as I have done in this election) and to qualify as a poll worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege it is to live in America. May we enjoy, respect and protect such a privilege with peaceful efforts worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on tracking your vote (in Georgia) please see: &lt;a href="http://www.sos.georgia.gov/election"&gt;www.sos.georgia.gov/election&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/america-votes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SRBRw2K0BrI/AAAAAAAAAuc/s3x0GIDmwxM/s72-c/flag1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-1501532978717455075</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-19T02:25:08.267+02:00</atom:updated><title>Catching Up or Blogger's Block?</title><description>As the cool breeze flowed from the ceiling fan, I could still see the full moon heading west over the sprawling campus of Georgia Tech. Jet lag works in my favor whenever we return from France. I'm up even earlier than Ditto and feel as though my day starts off in a productive manner. Typically, I work my way through the many emails I've received -- from a multiple of time-zones during the night -- by my second cup of coffee. Of course, I'm not terribly productive by 10:00 PM, barely awake long enough to watch the evening news, but it all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short stride from retrieving our bags to MARTA, which brought us within a block and a half from our building. There we were warmly greeted by Jerry -- one of our wonderful concierges -- who welcomed us back from our summer &lt;em&gt;sojourn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, we've been rather busy. First, plowing through the piles of mail, kindly collected and delivered to our condo by Anca (another favorite from Cosmopolitan Concierges. Living here is so civilized!). Shortly thereafter we picked up our new Smart car and went for a drive to the North Georgia mountains for a visit with Aunt Vee. Enjoying a sunny afternoon, we retracted the soft top of our cabriolet and ramped the three cylinders to keep up with the flow of traffic on Georgia 400. Aunt Vee rolled out to see the vehicle, which gets up to 41 miles to the gallon, and gave her approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SO_IGAffcgI/AAAAAAAAAtc/anb09Nx8q8Y/s1600-h/Misc+sept+08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255639295701512706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SO_IGAffcgI/AAAAAAAAAtc/anb09Nx8q8Y/s320/Misc+sept+08+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not waiting for the snow to fall, or her first birthday, I dashed even further north for an overdue visit with "Baby" Ella. Enjoying myself immensely and expressing my sincere thanks to my "co-grandma" Marie for generously sharing her family with me, we set plans in motion for January (another 30 below windchill factor?) and a celebration fit for the "Palestinian Princess of Peace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SO_GdmNvpUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Lm831B5u25c/s1600-h/Oct.+08+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255637501941359938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SO_GdmNvpUI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Lm831B5u25c/s320/Oct.+08+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, Jody,Ditto and I drove to DC to reunite with his classmates from Annandale High School. Renewing life-long relationships and meeting new friends, we gathered with more members of our ever extending family. Dinner with the "Hoover Honeys" (photos from an upcoming trip to Las Vegas will prove to be more "interesting"!) followed lunch with three generations of the Botticello bunch. We remain impressed with the accomplishments of the next generation and delighted to meet the newest member of another. Judy, Danny's "betrothed", awaits my "org chart" of introduction to those we love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As with the newly engaged Rachel and Chris (aka: Boy Scout Boy) we look forward to witnessing the spring nuptials of both couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255637499568933026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SO_GddYHSKI/AAAAAAAAAtE/2mLDV2FBv4k/s320/Oct.+08+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Back in Atlanta, Adaora's Dad made a quick visit gracing us with an afternoon walk, dinner and a warm invitation to visit their homeland. We await, with eager anticipation, upcoming celebrations -- no doubt my dear "daughter" gets this not-so-subtle hint -- of nuptials in Nigeria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SPpnzsegpbI/AAAAAAAAAtk/U1UhDvf7bO0/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258629652718593458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SPpnzsegpbI/AAAAAAAAAtk/U1UhDvf7bO0/s320/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of celebrations, we were honored to be guests of friends Susan and John as Georgia Tech beat that power house of a team Gardner-Webb. What a way to enjoy Jody's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SPpnz2QEYYI/AAAAAAAAAts/QbRXI-qVYuI/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258629655342375298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SPpnz2QEYYI/AAAAAAAAAts/QbRXI-qVYuI/s320/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I caught up? Who knows. Like many of my fellow Americans, I've been glued to the reports of the devastating economical situation as well as the political race.Perhaps my "blogger's block" has subsided and I'll continue my family-friendly, photo-flattering (all about me!) electronic tome. Perhaps I'll pull myself away from the television and the Internet (or, both) no longer neglecting the responsibilities and opportunities of the remainder of 2008. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, we do live in interesting times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/catching-up-or-bloggers-block.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SO_IGAffcgI/AAAAAAAAAtc/anb09Nx8q8Y/s72-c/Misc+sept+08+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-3021808460144127597</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T13:45:02.500+02:00</atom:updated><title>A Farewell with Friends and Food</title><description>As we bid &lt;em&gt;au revoir&lt;/em&gt; to Nice, we did so with dear friends and exotic food, Ethiopian to be exact. Wanda -- our "Italian daughter" -- and Berkin (one lucky guy!) took us to &lt;em&gt;Le SOLEIL D'ASMARA&lt;/em&gt;, one of their favorite restaurants (and now, one of ours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SMYVlYgrcmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/MGxebVmZfik/s1600-h/P9040148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243902548098380386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SMYVlYgrcmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/MGxebVmZfik/s320/P9040148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was as exquisite as the food. Between the four of us, we tried the lamb, fish, chicken and vegetables, all excellent. (Imagine the lack of dirty dishes if we all ate with our hands!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SMYVlB-SmGI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Rsz_UwMS-Pg/s1600-h/P9040146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243902542048565346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SMYVlB-SmGI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Rsz_UwMS-Pg/s320/P9040146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tatiana, get the bleach bottle and the scissors, Mommy needs a new "do"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Le Soleil d'Asmara please see: &lt;a href="http://lesoleildasmara.eresto.net/"&gt;lesoleildasmara.eresto.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Tatiana's talent (you'll see results shortly after our return!) please see: &lt;a href="http://www.junkohair.com/"&gt;http://www.junkohair.com/&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/farewell-with-friends-and-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SMYVlYgrcmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/MGxebVmZfik/s72-c/P9040148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-177708630100861657</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T09:06:53.707+02:00</atom:updated><title>Ms. Alaska also a FED</title><description>As we prepare to return to Atlanta, we're also preparing for the political buzz, which abounds in America. Enjoy this article from our Atlanta Journal-Constitution and stay tuned, this is going to be one heck of a contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smyrna woman beat Palin in pageant&lt;br /&gt;Blackburn won 1984 Miss Alaska contest, in which GOP VP nominee finished second&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="mailto:dchapman@ajc.com"&gt;DAN CHAPMAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Atlanta Journal-Constitution&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 08, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smyrna’s Maryline Blackburn won the 1984 Miss Alaska beauty pageant. The first runner-up? Sarah Palin, nee Heath – the GOP’s vice-presidential nominee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My first impression was, ‘Oh my god, she’s gorgeous, she’ll probably be the one who wins,” Blackburn, a recording artist, recalled Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryline Blackburn, who lives in Smyrna and grew up in Fairbanks, Alaska, won the Miss Alaska contest in 1984, in which Sarah Palin finished second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SFWKpVxfyOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/eV_TCEyCD5s/s1600-h/IMG_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212224586575235298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SFWKpVxfyOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/eV_TCEyCD5s/s320/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Maryline and Alan as previously seen on the &lt;em&gt;50+&lt;/em&gt; blog of June 26th, 2008.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She had this look about her, this look in her eyes that tells you she’s calculating, figuring out ‘How am I going to win this competition,’ ” Blackburn said. “There was a determination there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that became evident when she tripped you during the evening gown competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” Blackburn laughed. “Sarah would never do anything like that. In pageants, there’s pettiness and the little claws come out. But if Sarah was anything like that, she hid it very well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the flute player from small town Wasilla — also voted Miss Congeniality — wrote Blackburn a lovely note on the back of a group photo at pageant’s end: “I do love you. You’re more admired than even you know. And please keep God Number One. He’s got great things for you, baby. Love, Sarah Heath.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackburn, who grew up in Fairbanks, Alaska, and was Alaska’s first African American representative to the Miss America pageant, spoke in between sessions at a Midtown studio. She’s recording her fourth CD. Pop, rock, R&amp;amp;B and gospel are her genres. She has performed with Bob Hope and Peabo Bryson and tours Europe and South America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackburn grew up in Fairbanks but has called metro Atlanta home for 22 years. She had no idea her erstwhile competition had become governor, let alone the veep prospect until her younger brother called her with the news last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve seen bits and pieces of her speech the other night and that look in her eyes is the look I saw 24 years ago – determined,” Blackburn said. “She’s a hellified speaker. She’s definitely polished.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is she qualified to be vice president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That remains to be seen,” Blackburn said. “There’s not a lot of substance there, from the speech I’ve seen and what I’ve heard and read about who she is and what she’s done. I just don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely you’ll vote for your ex-nemesis, though, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” Blackburn said, “I am in the Obama camp.”</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/ms-alaska-also-fed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SFWKpVxfyOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/eV_TCEyCD5s/s72-c/IMG_0171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-2252709389604937424</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-08T11:52:42.498+02:00</atom:updated><title>Songs of the South</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLuVnmHT5RI/AAAAAAAAArs/Kh9fmDQ_m6c/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240947098854352146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLuVnmHT5RI/AAAAAAAAArs/Kh9fmDQ_m6c/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in La Cannet, &lt;em&gt;Le Château des Artistes&lt;/em&gt;, is a seductive retreat from the busy city of Cannes. On this cool summer evening (I know, sounds like an oxymoron for readers in the South, the United States' South that is!) Jody is joined by three French femmes "comme son habitude" (like his habit) Sophie, Laetitia and Sylvie, for a lovely dinner complete with marvelous music. Laetitia, one of our first friends in France, treated us to a delightful dining and entertainment experience. As Sales Manager of &lt;em&gt;Le Château des Artistes&lt;/em&gt; she knows how to pamper guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Z3hBvPuxlM"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Z3hBvPuxlM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine our delight when the music began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/34r1_eiwRcM"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/34r1_eiwRcM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Le Château des Artistes contact Laetitia at: &lt;a href="http://www.chateaudesartistes.com/"&gt;http://www.chateaudesartistes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my best efforts (and my worst French speaking with Mr. Bonacorso) I was unable to secure a website for KALYPSO, the management company of these two talented singers, Stephan and Laetitia. However, contact "our" Laetitia (for she is the French daughter we never had!) may be able to help.</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/songs-of-south.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLuVnmHT5RI/AAAAAAAAArs/Kh9fmDQ_m6c/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-7945011675866613182</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T09:30:11.963+02:00</atom:updated><title>La Promenade des Anglais</title><description>In Nice, the "walk of the English" takes us along the Mediterranean. Known as the &lt;em&gt;Niçois&lt;/em&gt;, the citizens of Nice are familiar with visitors. For centuries, many have considered the city -- the name dating back to the Greek &lt;em&gt;Nikaia&lt;/em&gt;, the "City of Victory" -- the premier vacation destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the English were not the first to vacation in Nice they have continued to live, work and thrive in the city. During the "winter of 1821-22 an unusually sharp frost prohibited more building and there was much unemployment. The English church demonstrated its practicality by raising funds and putting many of the unemployed to work to build a walkway by the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the city, especially while visiting Monday's antique market, you find artists' interpretations of this famous walkway, lovely ladies strolling along the shoreline shading themselves with hats and parasols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly two centuries later, visitors still enjoy the "promenade". Gone are the elegant ensembles of fashionable foreigners in fact, some sights shouldn't be seen on the streets. But, the Promenade is always entertaining as some utilize the path to showcase their talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eU4CZ9oaMIs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eU4CZ9oaMIs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a closer look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XIc_oiVBv6I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XIc_oiVBv6I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the Promenade des Anglais please see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicetourisme.com/"&gt;http://www.nicetourisme.com&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-promenade-des-anglais.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-7174481658627063007</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-02T12:23:46.662+02:00</atom:updated><title>Tourrettes sur Loup</title><description>On our way to dinner in Le Cannet, we found the ancient village of Tourrettes sur Loup. "Quaint" doesn't begin to describe this town with medieval roots. We wound through the rather smooth streets, taking photos down narrow alleyways, which were clearly inhabited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church -- something all ancient villages must have -- Saint-Gregoire de Tourrettes dates back to 1312 (as best I can tell by the website, "&lt;em&gt;en français", &lt;/em&gt;in French).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLuXjBfddpI/AAAAAAAAAr0/T_60p5Nrqd0/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240949219327309458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLuXjBfddpI/AAAAAAAAAr0/T_60p5Nrqd0/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Expert, "&lt;em&gt;maitres anciens de la musique francaise"&lt;/em&gt; (an old master of French music) and, French poet Jacques Prevert both lived in this village of art and violets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of violets, according to the English part of the City's website: "Tourrettes sur Loup is the only place in France where the cultivation of violets is still the sole or pricipal form of culture for about 11 families. Around 1880, the agricultural activity of the village centred mainly round this flower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLASgFgdI/AAAAAAAAArE/idpYJdFwgr0/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240583584737493458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLASgFgdI/AAAAAAAAArE/idpYJdFwgr0/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLApPGLKI/AAAAAAAAArM/o7QVUPSQxW0/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240583590840249506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLApPGLKI/AAAAAAAAArM/o7QVUPSQxW0/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLA_QPBGI/AAAAAAAAArU/DGUR9AQcV2M/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240583596750603362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLA_QPBGI/AAAAAAAAArU/DGUR9AQcV2M/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLBNprGfI/AAAAAAAAArc/wqaT4P-e3ss/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240583600615397874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLBNprGfI/AAAAAAAAArc/wqaT4P-e3ss/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLBWlayBI/AAAAAAAAArk/_pZX9BrKUPc/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240583603013470226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLpLBWlayBI/AAAAAAAAArk/_pZX9BrKUPc/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on yet another ancient village please see:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tourrettessurloup.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case the city's name sounds familiar, you're right. Georges Gilles de la Tourette, a French physician -- who would be considered a neurologist today -- discovered the syndrome, which bears his name (although, I didn't locate any connection between the village and the doctor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Dr. Tourrettes please see: http://tsa-usa.org &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/tourrettes-sur-loup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SLuXjBfddpI/AAAAAAAAAr0/T_60p5Nrqd0/s72-c/DSC00351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-2066963987053613879</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-01T20:48:01.071+02:00</atom:updated><title>People, Places and Trams</title><description>Known for its tolerable temperatures, we live in Nice with open windows, even in the height of summer. Besides the cool breezes filtering through our home, we also hear the daily sounds of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto and I go out each morning to the still damp street, as the workers have just finished sweeping and washing all the walk-ways, including Avenue Jean Medecin. &lt;em&gt;Le Ritz&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Kitchena&lt;/em&gt; -- just two of the cafes on our street, which are constantly open -- are setting up their sidewalk tables. We hear the clink of glasses as they prepare for yet another busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also hear, ever so slightly, the sounds of the tram as the operator rings a bell to alert pedestrians of its approach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody and I continue to find reasons to take the tram. Besides its convenience, accessibility and reliability, it also presents the opportunity to listen to the beautiful French language spoken surprisingly slow, as stops are announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a short ride with us and listen carefully as the next stop, near the opera in old town, is announced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXWwdMc0UyA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXWwdMc0UyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-places-and-trams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-7869240083797408734</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T09:14:02.336+02:00</atom:updated><title>Classmates in PACA</title><description>PACA refers to the region of &lt;em&gt;Provence-Alps-Còte d'Azur, &lt;/em&gt;which includes Cagnes-sur-Mer, the largest suburb of Nice, in the Alpes-Maritimes department. On a recent visit with classmates we enjoyed an &lt;em&gt;apéritif&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;dîner&lt;/em&gt; on the beach of this delightful village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SJ8X3pH0lWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uwR4wU6QVf8/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232927536726709602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SJ8X3pH0lWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uwR4wU6QVf8/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition to the exquisite &lt;em&gt;promenade&lt;/em&gt; of the city, the park was recently dedicated to one of its benefactors (also a strong supporter of IUM, the International University of Monaco).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent has been drawn to the city by the sea. Famous painters such as Ziem, Derain, Cezanne, Renoir, and Modigliani at one time or another considered it home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Kelly continues the tradition by calling Cagnes-sur-Mer her home. She propels the likes of the high-tech industry of the region and diligently studies the beautiful language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Michael is making his home in Jordan. Exotic? Yes, yet for this former US Navy Nurse, it's just another adventure as he has already lived in both Iraq and Afghanistan (no doubt Monaco was somewhat relaxing for him!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SJ8X3N3EaLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZwOTR1QY8X4/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SJ8X3N3EaLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZwOTR1QY8X4/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232927529408686258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SJ8X3N3EaLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZwOTR1QY8X4/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Michael give the class "Mom" a warm welcome to the South of France as they continue to amaze and inspire me with their exciting lives, contributing to globalization and, all things good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the lovely village of Cagnes-Sur-Mer please see: &lt;a href="http://www.provenceweb.fr/e/alpmarit/cagnes/cagnes.htm"&gt;http://www.provenceweb.fr/e/alpmarit/cagnes/cagnes.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on IUM please see: &lt;a href="http://www.monaco.edu/"&gt;http://www.monaco.edu&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/classmates-in-paca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhyecjY2JeI/SJ8X3pH0lWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uwR4wU6QVf8/s72-c/DSC00279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-1042246866285072526</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 07:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T10:35:59.666+02:00</atom:updated><title>Switzerland</title><description>Whether it be the legend of William Tell -- Switzerland's most famous citizen -- or, the luxury of a ride around Lake Lucerne, this non-European Union country simply fascinates any traveler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City of Lucern dates back to 1178 "when an abbot established a lay order at the Kapellkirche (now St Peter’s Chapel) indicating that quite a substantial settlement must have existed in the area". Then about 1220 the Gothard pass, which we drove through en route from France, opened and the growth has continued until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first video shows how well the city copes with the growth while maintaining its history. Note the modern bridge juxtaposed to the wooden one, which dates back nearly 500 years. Although partially destroyed in a recent fire, the Swiss restored the remains to its historic beauty and utility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiSoiUx13cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiSoiUx13cs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Lucerne offers sumptuous view of many mountains. One can only imagine how charming and quaint the hillside houses must be when covered in snow. You may purchase tickets for the "cruise" across the street from the train station and are worth the 35 CHF (roughly 35 USD, wheelchairs are free and Ditto's ticket was reduced to 10 CHF!). Enjoy this video, which may require some Dramamine until I learn how to handle the camera (Adaora, help!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNOXeUnTu1k"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNOXeUnTu1k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the boat's mechanical parts were pristine and an excellent example of Swiss engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFELHpdb1Bs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFELHpdb1Bs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable car ride to Mount Pilatus, which overlooks Lucerne and surrounding villages, took us to the top -- well almost -- of this 2000 meter (6561+ feet)mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILjST_VRIN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILjST_VRIN4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIvJuLsdPLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIvJuLsdPLE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are alternatives to the cable car ride down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2XcplRC6rI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2XcplRC6rI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Nice, music is prevalent and gratis in Lucerne. We wound through the streets of the "old" town only to hear "opera man" fill the ancient avenues with his talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5axSfyiICg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5axSfyiICg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hearty hugs we bid the Fauvers farewell and returned to Nice, full of fondue and fun until our next adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;À toute à l'heure y'all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Lucerne please see: &lt;a href="http://switzerland.isyours.com/"&gt;http://switzerland.isyours.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on William Tel please see: &lt;a href="http://history-switzerland.geschichte-schweiz.ch/william-tell-switzerland-hero.html"&gt;http://history-switzerland.geschichte-schweiz.ch/william-tell-switzerland-hero.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscribers, remember that you will need to revisit: &lt;a href="http://www.madamedyer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.madamedyer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; to view videos.</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/switzerland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13467975.post-1552719854851486737</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T14:08:59.621+02:00</atom:updated><title>Ditto, le chien incroyable!</title><description>Ditto, the incredible dog shows off some of her tricks for treats. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4zMjCGCss4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4zMjCGCss4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscribers, remember that you will need to revisit: &lt;a href="http://www.madamedyer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.madamedyer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; to view embedded video.</description><link>http://madamedyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/ditto-le-chien-incroyable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ella)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>