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The Contessa's dream:
...And someday, I shall have a grand mansion where we all can meet, and I will call it "Timely Manor."
Timely: occurring at a suitable or opportune time; well-timed
Manor: the main house on an estate; a mansion
Here's the score:
posted by The Contessa @ 9:59 PM
The Contessa’s mother, the daughter of an aristocratic British family, had run away with an Italian Count after they had met at a tea. Their families had not approved. They fled Europe, leaving their families behind, and landed in North America. They married immediately and within months were joyfully expecting the arrival of a child. The young Contessa displayed qualities in keeping with her fine pedigree. Even as a toddler, she used grammatically correct phrases and a vocabulary much more broad and expansive than her few years. She was the darling of the Count's family--travelling to Italy every year to enjoy the mild Mediterranean winter with her Aunt who lived in a palazzo in Venice. As she matured, she became the toast of the International Set, bringing her wit, fashion and style to every party she attended. Hostesses from London, Paris and New York competed to lure the Contessa to their parties. Stars, diplomats and royals invariably asked, "Will the Contessa be there?" A party just wasn't worth attending if the Contessa was absent.
4 Comments:
Hey Babe, be strong, you are worth it! You are worth a man who can find jesus, tell the truth, stay sober and work a real job.
Thank you my dear. I do agree, and I'm trying, but (as you well know) waiting can be _so_ difficult at times.
Hey, are you insinuating that playing music for a living isn't a "real" job? Or was it one of the others you were dissing? Or was it all of them? ;]
" Camille said...
Hey Babe, be strong, you are worth it! You are worth a man who can find jesus, tell the truth, stay sober and work a real job."
Hey guys. Isn't that it though. Why do I find those simple requirements so tough? (I don't get druck, but I have my own demons; I don't make enough (yet) so that Stef can stay home and have kids which see wants to do), I love Jesus, am saved and sanctified, but I grovel in sin every day; at least I'm doning ok - not perfect - on telling the truth. Why is that so hard for guys of this generation?
Obviously, you deserve that, Contessa, and so much more. I find myself so often falling and appealing to the Mercy of our Creator to send you guys "your other rib" (so to speak). It's funny how blogging with three girls from California helps me identify more with the often refreshing girl perspective on life.
Of course, the four blondes in my former department (ages 22, 28 , 42, 52) agreed that it was a good move for me when I got promoted to another department and away from their 8 hrs. (interspersed with work) of drama each day... ;-)
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