Oh lala

Salut tout le monde! My lil mind has been a tad askew as of late. This school thing is kind of hard!

The midterm exams for the program I am in, were oral exams. Just you and two professors. C'etait très stressant, quite stressful indeed. 

However, on a funnier note (well yours truly thought it was a teeeensy bit amusant) I caused a little unintentional ruckus in my professor's office building. While waiting to "do" my exam I was, I must admit, prancing around the deserted hallway, iPod plugged securely into the ears. If you sat in the waiting area next to the interrogation room (a.k.a. prof's office) you could actually hear the student scheduled in the time slot before you speaking. The whitewashed walls were so thin, I could make out every pause, every slight stumble over a word, every soft "uhm..."every shake of the voice.  Listening to a fellow captive struggle through her torture was beyond my capacity and so I took to my prancing. Somewhere along the way I decided I should go to the bathroom before my turn. I certainly did not want any kind of call from nature during my session, you understand. 

So off I went down the hallway through a couple of open doors, past some very busy, at-work-looking people. I found my way to a biddie little bathroom, clean and with a pink fluffy little mat on the floor. I decided that I must take classes in this building on account of it's matching hand-towel and toilette seat cover. When I walked out of this little box of cuteness, there were a wee bit too many eyes staring at me, however. I do believe it was the dean of the building who was waiting for me upon my emergence, and it seems that I somehow unknowingly wondered into her bathroom. I had an internal little Ohh lala! before my attention was directed to more important things. She was definitely the one who chose those matching linens. I could just see that they were a perfect personality match for her. Bravo, Madame! Je l'aime!  

After offering my humble apologies, I left the hallway in a minor cloud of fruity fragrance (I had helped myself to some of her cucumber-melon hand lotion) and scampered back towards the interrogation room giggling at my escapades. This little biddie can be quite a mischief maker,  I'll have you know. 

Anyways, sorry for that random interjection. After exams I went off to AMAZING Phoenix, Arizona where I stayed with some of my FAVORITE people in the world! My Tia, Uncle, Nana and cousins! It was so beautiful and deserving of a full post in itself, but I just can't resist putting up a few pictures! Here are a few before I do a whole post on Arizona!

                                    "In one hand He holds deep caves and caverns, 

                                     in the other hand grasps the high mountains...

                                     His hands sculpted the earth!" Psalm 95:4-5,  
                                     The Message

                                                Have an amazing week mes amis. 
                                                           Bisous! À bientôt! 

Un concert!!!

Exciting news! Yesterday evening I pinched a celebrity.

Yes, you have read correctly mon ami, I pinched a celebrity. Let me explain.

At about 5:30 in the evening of January the 23rd, 2010, I was sitting in the study room of my dormitory located in downtown Montréal. I was studying none other than the belle langue of français. Unfortunately the topic of my studies was la grammaire. Grammar, though, has never been something dear to my heart.  I may even dare to admit to you that I actually do not like grammar in the least. Speaking? Love everything about that to pieces. Writing? Spelling? Conjugating? Mesdames at messieurs, mais non! 


In the midst of my er working very very hard on my grammar, I decided it was necessary to call one of mes amies to discuss strictly educational things. I was soon told that my friends were waiting outside a theatre hall for a Switchfoot concert. Ben Alors, my goodness gracious, did my grammar workbook slam itself so quick and shove itself into my bag so fast that you would have wondered if it was ever there.

According to inside sources, there was one ticket left for me being held by a kind dude at Le Studio Juste Pour Rire, where the concert was being held. BUT! I had fifteen minutes before the doors opened and if I did not get my little self over there in essentially the next ten minutes, he was going to sell the ticket to another willing buyer. When I tell you I ran, I RAN.

My coat was flapping crazily around me as I jetted it over four blocks of Montréal terrain and whipped past disgruntled passers-by. But, guess who made it and got that little biddie ticket? C'est moi!!!


Switchfoot was CRAZY. They played their entire new album and a bunch of their older stuff. The crowd was so intense, so packed in, so kooky crazy, that everything felt electric! Or actually that was most likely just just the numerous elbows thrown into my face (their elbow level=my eye level=ouchie) but still INTENSE!

At one point all these these french boys kept yelling about something and pointing to their friend, during one of the heaviest craziest songs. They were making such a fuss about it that finally the lead singer stopped and looked over. These kids wanted their buddy to get on stage and play. During the biggest song, of the biggest, most well known guitar solos in this band's history, this kid wanted to get up on stage and play.

So up he went. The kid got onto that stage, was given the lead singer's guitar and NAILED IT. Wow,  if I could describe the sound, sight and feeling of the entire room, as he played...it was nuts. Nuts!! It was awesome and I think I can speak for whole the crowd when I say we all felt a bit of pride seeing one of our own, a lowly commoner, get up on stage and totally rock out lead guitar! C'était super!!!!!!! 


After random bouts of jumping down and walking through the crowd (it was here I got in my pinch. I didn't mean to-I just kind of tried to give the lead singer a congratulatory pat on the back that turned into a semi-pinch), crowd surfing, throwing drumsticks, hats, towels and other articles into the crowd, and two encores, that Switchfoot finally said goodnight. And wow, what a night it was. J'aime Switchfoot!


I must confess I was squished half the time because of my vertically challenged stature (although it makes for good sneaking up to the front of the crowd!) and could not get quality pictures. Mais, here are some snaps that capture a crazy night in a crazy city nonetheless.

I have videos from the concert but, unfortunately, I cannot post them. You see, at the time, it seems I thought singing at the top of my lungs would make for the perfect addition to EVERY song, and, alas, nothing can be heard but something of a high pitched little scream throughout all of my videos. I do think I drowned out the entire band with my biddie voice. Anyways, BONNE SEMAINE!

be blessed mes amis!

Je suis desolée!!!

Allors, I am très très sorry for being absent! I forgot that in addition to living in Montréal, I also go to school here. This certain little school happens to be particularly challenging at the moment! I did my first official school news article which despite much time spent researching, interviewing and writing, the article was given quite a trim and turned out to be the epitome of biddie-ness in the actual paper haha. I don't mind though. In fact, through writing the article, I met some awesome people! Yes, des personnes qui sont très intéressants, some people who are very interesting indeed. The article was about The Tony Blair Faith Foundation and their activity on campus and around Montréal. Check out the site!

But! More interesting things. Went scaddadling around town this morning after church at Riversedge and came upon the cutest little street you ever did see. I do think the wind was being a bit sassy blowing things around everywhere, but I compensated by skipping every other step to keep up the heart rate and ward of numbness in the pinky toes.

We poked in and out of little stores on sleepy Greene Avenue in the Westmount neighborhood of Montréal. It was very quiet and almost quaint, tucked safely away from the craziness of downtown. The little neighborhood has a bit of history, too! When Montréal used to be very divided by its two languages, French and English, Westmount became the hub for Québec anglophones.. hence the very English street name. In the opposite direction, however, the Plateau neighborhood of Montréal was land of the French! And it still is super french, mon ami, so si vous voudrais y aller, if you would like to go there, bring your french dictionnaire and a big big smile, un sourire :)

I will have you know, however, that in order to get these lovely little snapshots I had to endure many a grouchie little stare. The sales girl in one of the boutiques nearly jumped out of her winter boots when I took out my camera and asked if I could take pictures. Tahaha it did make me laugh.

But anyways here are some pictures from Greene Avenue and elsewhere around town! Also, some pics from the first big, beautiful, frosty- the- snowman type of snowfall back in December! (It hasn't snowed quite that much in awhile)

This was a dress made out of wire in an art gallery on Greene Avenue!

et voilà...a little view of la belle ville. Hope you have a great week I promise to post regularly now!

                                                                           À plus!

Biddie is Back!

Biddie is back in the land of snow and hockey! After scampering all around two airports, getting scolded by a decidedly grumpie flight attendant, sailing through the crowded airport terminal aboard my luggage cart, and pretending I was Swiss (milled around with arrivals from Geneva) I am back in la belle province!


I must say, I was a bit nerveuse, nervous, watching out the window as our plane streamed downwards through thick fluffy whiteness that I assumed must be a mass of clouds. I soon realized, however, after we had been in this little "cloud" for about 20 minutes that I was actually staring at the ground. It was covered in thick fluffiness and, though I was admitted to college, I had not been able to differentiate between the ground and the sky.

But alas, important things! I left my biddie camera (tellement très biddie) cord in Montréal over break and was not able to load pictures on my laptop all darn break! Zeut! Rest assured, however, there was many a biddie adventure over Christmas break!! I will elaborate on them more later but here are some petits morceaux, little pieces, pour vous, mon amie! 

                                                                 À la prochaine!

Holiday Fun!

I am so hyped up right now I may just start running sans winter coat (it really could qualify as a tent)  down the slippery winter streets of Montréal. Then again I may not because last time this biddie tried that her lungs just about cracked from shock of the icy air. I was also wearing leather boots, very cute bien sûr, but most likely not meant for scampering up hills.  

Anyways, we are in the midst of exams here. I am obviously not studying, but it's all relative, you know? Well, actually I myself do not know what that expression really means but it works excellently when you have nothing else to write. Alas, I am not studying because it's all relative and also because I recently went to an awesome event! I went to a Global Impact benefit concert to support Educare centers in South Africa, specifically one located in Cape Town called Sikhula Sonke. Their mission at Sikhula Sonke is to take young children off the streets and into a school daycare center to educate them, feed them, entertain them and just love them! A video was played and it was really amazing to see the women who work there day to day with the kids, so passionate and determined about protecting those little ones.  

The delightful little event itself was held at the church I attend called Riversedge, and artists from around the community and greater Montréal played these funky, soulful beats and made littlebiddie want to get up and dance soo bad! There was an African food/goodies/treats section, (I personally made sure that this area was well tended), a troupe of African drummers, artists lingering, playing, and singing, and people from the community chilling, enjoying and talking (in my case, munching on the delish biddie snacks). It was an awesome cause and an awesome funky night. I felt quite the soul diva. 

Also, I recently went to a super fun Christmas partayy where we had to get all dressed up! The night was pretty hil-ARIOUS as my mama would say, not in the least because there was a 20 year old college guy made to read Christmas stories with a biddie red elf hat atop his head. I do believe there was a little bell on top of the hat, as well. But what I really hope to do is bring some joy into your life by showing you a picture of my dessert. Don't ask me what it was, I have no idea. What I do know, however, is that it was déliceux. Very, déliceux.

La fête de Noël: 

This is biddie-bling (but on biddie's friend)

                                      

These are what biddie would be if she were a pair of shoes

                                

                                                                   

and la pièce de résistance...

                                                                           

:)

And of course le biddie benefit concert. Vraiment, truly, an awesome cause and event.

           

   

         

Have a biddielicious week. Bonne semaine!

p.s.- sorry the pictures are all crazy and placed on the page oddly..I don't know how to fix it!!

Biddie is blessed

Littlebiddie feels warm and fuzzy inside. No it is not from the alarmingly adorable black sweater that I am presently wearing. It is not even because of my suede, très chic Montréal boots, that I am feeling elated. Nope. It has nothing to do with me or my clothing (though I do soo love getting dressed up! And let me tell you, this mama will become protective of over her little baby chaussures, her shoes.)

No, it is that I've had one of those moments where you realize how fortunate you are. Really, though. I am! Sitting on my cozy little bed, in my cozy little dorm room, surrounded by the sweetest flickering Christmas lights you ever did see. Never mind the fact that they are from Dollar-ama. They are are doing their sweet little thing strung along the walls casting long, lovely colors across the room.  My roommate and I have been permanently in the Christmas spirit since Canadian Thanksgiving. It is in October.

Watching these bright little bulbs makes this biddie happyy! So blessssssed to be here!!! And I have a feeling the streets of this city are singing a silent little song of their own.

Look at these kids! Thinkin they are too cute! A sassy little sculpture downtown

      Also, went an awesome little pâtisserie, place of pastry goodiness, the other day with my friends. Dozens of luscious, soft, silky, smooth cheesecakes were lined up on the other side of a long glittery glass case. I stared at them for quite a bit. But I soon saw something that made my soul sing even more! Sitting above the big grown up cheesecakes, were the babies. They were sitting right in a row, a deliciously cute little sight to me. Little cakes small enough to sit right in the palm of your hand. Parfait. I ordered the Tiramasù (An Italian word I must admit, but I do not discriminate) and oh it was just as luxuriously lip smacking-ly sweet as only a cheesecake can be. He was a cute lil one too.

Bonne soirée :)