Holiday Hair.

I will miss getting my hair done by the "family hair stylist-Anita", when I return to Paris. Hope these curls last till Christmas...

Holiday Hair, nothing better to blog about today.

Family.

Just hanging out with a few of my favorite people in the world...My "Little Baby Sister" aka-Robin and her girls.

Photo by Taylor

Another Party in Las Vegas.

A Dessert Party.

Desserts.
Nephew 1, 2, and 3! Scholar, Musician, and Athlete.

Taylor, Taylor and Taylor.
Party People.

There's no place like home...and another party in Las Vegas.

Ronda's Big 4-0 Birthday.

She thought her husband was taking her out to a nice quiet dinner, but SURPRISE, he arranged for all her friends, family, co-workers and others to share her special day!

I wonder if husbands like hers are rare? He reserved the entire penthouse lounge, with spectacular views of the Las Vegas Strip for her 40th Birthday Surprise celebration.

Happy Birthday to Ronda.

The Lounge.

Birthday Girl and her Husband (Darryl).

Me and my Brother-in-Law (Las Vegas Mogul Extraordinaire!)
My Older Sister and Me.

Ronda's Cake, Cake and More Cake!

View of the Las Vegas Strip from the terrace, after just one drink...

Food, food, and more food.

Cake!

Party People.

Parties in Vegas are nice. Everyone speaks English, which is wonderful, and I still absolutely Love Paris. I must find a way to live, party and work (not in order of priority) in Las Vegas and Paris!

Meanwhile, I'll enjoy Ronda's wonderful Surprise birthday party.

Senior Center African Dancers

What do the 70+ year old's do in Las Vegas?
"Come on over to the Senior Center this morning Florence, we're having an African Drum and Dance demonstration.", my dad tells me as we're having coffee in the kitchen at home.

"Okay Dad, we're here. You better drum well!" I tell him.
Drummers and Dancing.

Me, Niece #1 and #2 watching in the background.

Little Sis, Niece #2 and Me.

Dad and the Dancers.

Mom noticed right away that dad was surrounded by women. Hmm, I wonder if that's why he actually drove down to the Senior Center to participate in the Dance?

In any case, It's always nice to share time with family.

My Niece #2

I sit in the back seat next to her and she stares, smiles, googles and drools.
I can't help taking a photo of my Niece #2.

Hannah.

Finally Home for the Holidays!

After 20 hours of traveling from Paris, finally home.

Mom, Dad, my sisters, my brother, my nephew and my brand new niece were all there upon arrival at the airport, although it was almost midnight. Las Vegas is the city that never sleeps!

Ah, Home Sweet Home.
Photos of the family for the blog.

My wonderful sisters, new niece, my father (background) and brother (photographer). Mom's shoulder on the left, nephew hidden.

A bundle of "Love", my niece #2.

Hannah's welcome sign, in French...of Course!

Nephew #1.

Family!

A bundle of soft, cute, cushy, wet, slobbery Love.

It's nice to be home with family for the holidays, no matter where in the world I live!

Happy Holidays.

p.s. My luggage was returned to the airport by the woman who mistakenly took it. The baggage service called the owner of a piece of luggage left behind that look similar to mine. A woman answered the call and said she had received all her luggage only to realize she was heading to a downtown hotel with my luggage by mistake. All is well that ends well!

Leaving Paris-Canada-Denver to Las Vegas.

Never book a 20 hour flight itinerary! (hmm, unless there's a "techical stop".)

Leaving Paris, the ticket agent tells me there's a stop in Denver, Colorado. "No." I reply. "My flight is from Paris, to Canada then to Las Vegas." I show him my printed itinerary.

"I'm sorry, but you will have a technical stop in Denver. It does not show up on your itinerary." "$#:!*", I say in French.
"Yes, I agree. I'm sorry, it will be a long day for you Madam." the ticket agent says apologetically as he hands me my boarding pass, takes my baggage and somewhere in the transaction, no baggage claim ticket is issued (which I will desperately need when my luggage is missing in Las Vegas.)

Boarding Air Canada, Paris.
In line, waiting to board for a looong day ahead.
Lunch in Canada.
"Technical?" Flight Crew from Canada to Denver.

"Technical Stop in Denver"

"Were you in the military?" I ask the pilot. "No. I'm a Lover, not a Fighter." he said with a smile, as he gave me a "look". "Hmm." is all I could mange to say as visions of this 'Lover' filled my mind. I glanced past him to admire the modern cockpit, lights and controls. (alot has changed in the cockpits since I have flown as a private pilot years ago.) The flight was long, I was tired, but his eyes were still on me. Was he waiting for more words?

Tired, hungry and no make-up, believe it or not, after living in Paris, I could not flirt back. I took a few photos and departed the plane.

The 'technical stop' from Canada to Denver was not so bad after all. Paris to Canada to Denver.

Las Vegas, is next. Here I come for the Holidays.

Lunch Under the Dome - Printemps

Shopping, browsing, walking, walking, more shopping, taking photos at Printemps takes energy. A great place to relax and replenish is the located on the 5th floor at the wonderful cafe under the dome.

Ah, wish you were here to join me for lunch before I take off to the State tomorrow!

as I write this...I forgot to actually touch the tree to see if it was real!

the beauty of the dome is captivating.
beauty is everywhere in Paris...

the seat where you were missing...

diet coke and pasta salad, bread (no dessert) ...just what I needed.

A wonderful, relaxing lunch under the dome at Printemps. Yum!

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Paris Fashions-Last Minute Holiday Shopping

My last day in Paris (until I return in January 2010) and of course it must be spent shopping. The morning was Literally 'spent' at Printemps, the worlds largest beauty department store!

Chanel

Dior

Ralph Lauren...is so me!

Interesting Paris Holiday displays inside the department store. When I return in January, there will be no signs of the needlepoint reindeer during the holiday shopping, but Paris Fashion will always remain.