The cuter than should be allowed blogger, MJ is back in town! We want to be her "Gay Best Friend"!
This post has NOTHING to do with the “Seattle Gay Scene” but not EVERYTHING on here has to be gay, gay, gay. You can be LGBTQ and like things that AREN’T specifically queer themed…which explains my love for Nirvana, Mexican wrestling and Hank Williams, Senior. Anyway, earlier this year, in my never ending quest to:
1) Find shit to write about. Blogs are a never ending maw that must be fed.
2) Find photos of shirtless men doing almost unspeakable things.
3) Meander around the Intertubes wasting time and procrastinate from doing #1 and #2.
…we discovered an ADORABLE blog called “An American Mom in Paris”. It was the day to day adventures of MJ, a Seattlite who packed up her adorable husband, Alex and their also adorable but very rambunctious young son Lucian and moved to Paris for three years while Alex worked at the French division of some Seattle area based company. Weeks after arriving in Paris, MJ discovered she was pregnant, and subsequently gave birth to her daughter Coco. The hilarious and frequently profane blog details the life of MJ and her family as they cope with life in a foreign city, and dealing with language barriers, the “French wedge”, the implacable French education system when dealing with hyperactive American children, and the joys of socialized medicine and French bakeries. You MUST go read this blog…it’s funny, charming and insanely well-written. If some dumb publishing company doesn’t give MJ a contract to write a book, then the fate of American publishing and book selling in general is DOOMED!
MJ, Alex, Lucian and Coco are now BACK in Seattle and MJ has started a new blog, detailing their transition back to life in the US, called “Seattle Moxie” with the subtitle: “She really knows her fruit”. (We’re not sure what that means, but we’re determined to find out…) Immediately bookmark this blog and start enjoying her delightful observations and be on the lookout for MJ and kids…she’s the cute mom in the sexy French coat with the ridiculously cute kids in tow. Just don’t be all creepy about your love for them…no one likes a stalker. And, sympathize with them as they adjust to life without French baked goods…it’s hard to go back to eating crappy American bread.
