Flashback 1989
Walking down the street in Paris, my path to the bakery was blocked by three fortune tellers. I looked at their brightly colored skirts and shawls, and smiled. One of them held her hand out for me to stop, whether I wanted to or not I had no choice as the other gypsy grabbed my hand, she looked into my eyes and in French said:
"LA PROCHAINE FOIS, C'EST UN GARCON!" (Next time it will be a boy!)
Right then and there my fortune was told...
I was pregnant,
with a girl,
and I would have a boy the next time.
Just like that on the way to the bakery, my buns were baked.
Your comment regarding your buns being baked
made me laugh out loud.
~elaine~
Posted by: Elaine L. | 29 September 2008 at 08:10 AM
haha, that was great. :)
Posted by: TACE | 29 September 2008 at 09:45 AM
You have a romantic soul Ms Amos, I can picture the scene on a cold misty morning. Peace, Jx
Posted by: Julie Ann | 29 September 2008 at 11:10 AM
Love and hugs and it was my good fortune to be introduced to you via our journals.
Love you
Jeanne
Posted by: Jeanne | 29 September 2008 at 11:46 AM
Too funny! I love the image, is that metal?
Darla
Posted by: Darla | 29 September 2008 at 12:55 PM
chills up my spin corey! chills....
xxnancy
Posted by: nancy | 29 September 2008 at 01:35 PM
Corey ~
You are so cute and funny!!!
XOXOXOXO,
Sheala
Posted by: Sheala | 29 September 2008 at 01:52 PM
this made me smile...
have a wonderful day corey.
erin
Posted by: Erin | 29 September 2008 at 02:19 PM
"My buns were baked." made me spray Diet Coke all over my desk!! You must have been giving off some kind of vibe that day.
Posted by: Karin | 29 September 2008 at 02:23 PM
Oh I just LOOOOOVED your pun today! You are such an interesting writer & have a great blog. Nice to see you back in Paris and enjoying "regular" life with your immediate family.
Posted by: Patricia | 29 September 2008 at 02:54 PM
So. I am wondering. How does one say, in French that is, "my buns were baked" when the meaning is......well, you know......
Posted by: Pat Spiller | 29 September 2008 at 03:17 PM
Isn't it funny that fortune tellers are the same as weather men. They can be wrong half the time and still keep their jobs. Actually, I guess when you think about it, I guess both are the same profession.
Posted by: Ed in Willows | 29 September 2008 at 03:22 PM
Baked buns! And I thought they only served baguettes in Paris! =) Great post, Corey!
Posted by: Beachy | 29 September 2008 at 03:36 PM
a genuine laugh-out-loud-moment!!!...thank you!
Posted by: qualcosa di bello | 29 September 2008 at 03:39 PM
That's unbelievable! I just found a fortune telling machine in Hot Springs, Arkansas. His name was Zoltar.
- Suzanne, the Farmer's Wife
Posted by: suzanne, the Farmer's Wife | 29 September 2008 at 04:11 PM
Great story, Corey. Loved it.~~Dee
Posted by: Dee/reddirtramblings | 29 September 2008 at 04:25 PM
Very mysterious,love it!!
Have a great day Corey!!
Rosemary
Posted by: Rosemary | 29 September 2008 at 04:34 PM
fortune tellers make me a little nervous, but I pride myself on being able to predict the gender of the baby someone will have (I'm usually right, but it's only a fifty-fifty chance, isnt it? )
Posted by: hayseed | 29 September 2008 at 05:41 PM
This seems like something that would happen to you. I didn't have anyone do that to me when i was there. Fortune tellers are soo silly!!
Love you soo much Aunt Coco
~patti pie
Posted by: Patti Pie | 29 September 2008 at 06:11 PM
My grandfather predicted all of my mom's births (9). He always said it was in the eyes?? He was always right.
Kris
Posted by: Kris | 29 September 2008 at 07:46 PM
Ha! What a great and witty way you have with words!
I love your stories!
Posted by: Beverly | 29 September 2008 at 08:10 PM
Hi,Corey,because you inspire me, I nominated you for the "I love your blog" award. I got mine from Karen at squarepegpeople.typepad.com. You can pick yours up at my blog - www.sacredartimages.blogspot.com on this page-
http://sacredartimages.blogspot.com/2008/09/award-i-love-your-blog.html
Posted by: janie | 29 September 2008 at 10:45 PM
Thanks for the chuckle!
Posted by: Miss Sandy | 29 September 2008 at 11:05 PM
She would have saved me a lot of time and effort buying and decorating for a girl. I got boys and boys and more boys! By the time I gave up on a girl, I finally got one! Go figure! LOL
Posted by: Terri | 29 September 2008 at 11:41 PM
My dear friend,
Thank you for the day-brightener on a saggy Monday. You are a masterful storyteller. [I giggle and run off to enjoy a chocolate in a bowl. Life is sweet when one can laugh in spite of it all.]
Posted by: Debbie in CA : ) | 30 September 2008 at 12:16 AM
I love your sense of humour! I had a baby in 1989 too called Tristan and a second boy in 1992, Damien. Both are names easily pronounced in French, my native tongue and English, la langue de la majorité où j'habite and in Eastern Europe from whence my husband hails.
Thank you for your wit and appreciation for beautiful things, you brighten my evenings when I come home from work.
Denise
Posted by: Denise Moulun-Pasek | 30 September 2008 at 01:05 AM
how funny!
Posted by: heather | 30 September 2008 at 01:24 AM
Love it! Thanks for the smile. NOW...any news on the "Love Story" that rocked France last year? M & E ???
Posted by: Laura | 30 September 2008 at 04:14 AM
magical. I once was stopped by an old Chinese man who pointed to my belly and said "BOY." It was a girl, but the next two were boys! We now joke that maybe, instead of telling my fortune, she was casting a spell on me!
Posted by: Uberburber | 30 September 2008 at 05:50 AM
A fortune teller came to my mother's door when she was a teenager and told her she'd have six children and live in America. She always laughed at it until, in her forties, she had her sixth (surprise) child. Everything she'd been told came true.
Posted by: deirdre | 30 September 2008 at 06:18 AM
Hia Corey,
I knew I would catch up with you someday. I hope your life is all you wish; I am blessed too!
peace and love,
sage
Posted by: Sage | 17 November 2008 at 07:39 AM