Violette's Blog

I enjoy traveling by train, it allows for a few hours of letting go and getting sometime done at the same time. A unique instance. I started my latest tour in Ireland at the end of 2009, not expecting it to be too exciting, well I was pleasantly surprised, not only by the clients, but also by the weather. I mean Ireland was turned into a winter wonderland. I couldn't click fast enough, everything was so pristine and well beautiful. I was quite over come but the stark beauty of the Irish countryside. ...

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Now I have been home for the past three weeks, and have began to observe somethings. My cat is a junkie, plain and simple. The more cat nip I give him the more he wants, and will come demanding his daily fix, with great insistence, and the occasional poke to the ankle. After giving him his catnip, I know I am an enabler, he will proceed to stretch out in the darndest places. Atop the dinning room table, paws in the air. In the dark hall way in the middle of the floor, where I can't see him and will ...

The quest for a decent cup of coffee.

If I had to say I had a drug of choice, it would be coffee! I love the smell, the taste, and the feel of coffee. Good coffee that is. And I swear I would kill, or give free blow jobs for a decent cup sometimes.
Starbucks has ruined coffee. It isn’t coffee anymore, it is brown milk!

Now of course everyone’s definition of coffee is different, so I will give an idea of what I mean. An Italian Espresso! A drop of jet fuel in ...

I have seriously come to the conclusion that even though it sounds like we are speaking the same language, there are some things that get lost in translation. Or in definition, is more like it. Allow me to explain. Let’s take as an example the word rock. One of its meanings is-This is the one I had in mind at the time:
rock |räk|
noun
1 the solid mineral material forming part of the surface of the earth and other similar planets, exposed on the surface or underlying the soil ...

It is a painful admission, but in the light of a preponderance of evidence, I have to conclude that.... I am getting too old for this shit! I just can't go out and drink till the wee hours anymore. Well, at least not in Ireland. Bloody hell, the Irish can drink! I know everyone knows this, songs have been written. God, how many Irish drinking songs are there? But when you see it up close it is mind blowing. I mean how many pints of Guinness can an Irish man drink? The answer would be, we don't know, ...