Naissance de fromage

(Birth of a Cheese)

For those of you (vous) that actually parlez français (speak french) may have been wondering why je (I) choose the name of my blog, even if vous haven't been wondering je will tell vous.  Mon Petit Fromage translates to My Little Cheese and means exactly that, no it is not un (one) of those things that just translates poorly.  Those of vous that know me are use to my occasional odd sense of humor, but je ne suis pas (I am not) the creator of this title.  Mon mari parle français (my husband speaks french), he is not quite fluent but can get around on it in France.  Back when nous (we) were dating I was feeling a bit romantic and in that silly fille (girl) way I wanted him to say something Français to me and he called me his little cheese in the sweetest of voices.  I as most people who don't parle français can figure out Petit and Fromage and while I did not feel properly woed I did laugh.  An odd sense of humor is obvious something nous share.  But the choice of the blog? Dans ma maison (In my home) "Mon Petit Fromage" is a term of endearment as well as the first français je learned, so how better to entitle my quest to learn french with first bit of french I learned.

While my last entry asked for photo submissions, I have not had any response, and in fact may be my poorest received entry every.  Je sais (I know) this because I check the view stats in that sad obsessive way, but I am cool with the person je suis (I am).  So until i receive a photo submission je suis just going  to photograph ce qui est prés (0whatever is near me).  Unfortunately I left my cable for my téléphone portable á la maison (cell at home) so vous get this:

Tonight's Picture:

Les petits chats sont dans la tasse grande.

Pervious Picture:

They listen to the concert outside.

This was a band called Metal Shakespeare, all their songs are created from Shakespeare's plays and the dress in Elizabethan clothes while they rock.  Soo much fun.