| 28th International Circus Festival of Monte Carlo |
[17 Jan 2004|01:04am] |
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On the 15th Adans and I attended the circus festival.
Here I am With The Hubby
We looked wonderful as you can see and although I'm quite pregnant I am also happy and everyone in the family has been very accepting of Adans.
Daddy is still in the hospital, more because he is terrible with taking orders and his doctors want him to stay away from wine and salt and all the other lush things in life and get well.
He wants his things and is quite difficult to enforce rules with, so he's being kept for observation.
I am overseeing the festival that runs from the 15th to the 22nd and is attended by 32 groups from around the world who will compete for the coveted Golden Clown Award. YAY!
In other information, I've removed a few people for no personal reason other than I don't see us interacting or you write even less than I do or something equally boring. If I hurt your feelings I'm sorry.
Hope everyone is having a wonderful New Year.
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| This may or may not be as pointless as it seems |
[14 Nov 2003|06:15pm] |
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Yesterday, an unfortunate little grey bird mistook our mirrored windows for open space and smashed against the pane, damaging a wing. Unable to now fly, it is imprisoned in the enclosed courtyard, one story below street level, so it hops about, squawks at its reflection in the window, or sits patiently in the sun.
People pass by and comment. Some make sure the bird has water and bread crumbs, concerned it'll die from thirst or starvation. A few conspire ways in which to free it. And yet others avert their eyes, throw their hands up as shields, and pretend to not notice. The last group that I witnessed passing by worried it was lonely and that it needed a broken companion to join it.
I marvel at the possible parallels between this "insignificant" little bird and its dire plight with those who walk past and comment. I wonder if these are the concerns each has for their own life.
I think the entire situation is absolutely sad. Here is a creature once able to fly, soar through the heavens and glide upon the trails of passing storms, but now all potential is gone. It's trapped there until it dies. Sure, it can make the best of its time in this new jail of its own making, but it will never ascend the pure blue firmament or catch a breeze. Only death awaits. Except I'm a princess and have ordered people to scale down and retrieve it and take it to the bird doctor, or whomever can save it.
I know what it's like to be in a prison that isn't one while people wander by and stare. Even those who mean well aren't really helping, no one really can. Maybe this is just a little story about a little bird. Maybe it's me trying to say something serious about being who we are and having the lives we have.
Albert, what do you think?
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[01 Oct 2003|02:27pm] |
I am back in Monaco, sitting here with the children. It's not possible to go with my beautiful new husband everywhere as joining the circus makes it so as Papa disowns me because I am not acting as a princess must or some such nonsense.
I've spoken to Andrea and he will be here in Monaco on friday. That is two days of boredom though he is bringing friends with him. This is quite lovely as I have not spoken with David Beckham in far too long and have been waiting to meet the lovely Jennifer Garner since I first saw Alias.
Perhaps I will even convince them to come with me to the museum to see the Barbies.
It looks like rain and I have sun worshipping to do before that happens.
Ta
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| I felt so bad about Ben and Jennifer Lopez |
[16 Sep 2003|01:46pm] |
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Going to the Chapel and we're gonna get maaarrriied |
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That I had to help some Lopez find happiness.
So
On friday in Germany I married, my boyfriend, Portuguese circus acrobat Adans Lopez Peres. That's the story anyway.
No one from my family attended. Shocking though that is and I believe that Papa is still in denial and has not released an official statement, except to say that he was not releasing an official statement.
There are reports that I may or may not be pregnant, though if I tell you the answer to that here it will cost the tabloids sales and we wouldn't want that.
I suppose this is enough for today.
Hello family :)
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[13 Sep 2003|12:51pm] |
Now that I've got a bunch of icons I've got nothing to say
That's horrible
How will I possibly show them all to everyone if I don't post?
I suppose I will just keep going and hope I think of something to...
Oh, I heard that Rob (Lowe) has a new show debuting on American television on sunday nights against The Practice. He's still so adorable. I should have kidnapped him and made him marry me when I had the chance. Maybe I'll send someone to get him now and we'll pretend it's the 80's and we still look alike and life is a party.
Nah..I'd miss my kids
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[31 Aug 2003|03:17pm] |
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The Flame - Cheap Trick |
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I should write more. I really should.
I should talk about my kids or my past (that would take awhile) or my family or my new beau or something, but I forget
I get busy
I've got a million excuses why I don't.
But today.
Today I'm posting to say I'm sorry to a family who lost their Princess as we once lost ours.
William and Harry you are both in my thoughts and prayers today.
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[22 Aug 2003|01:10pm] |
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The Tories - The Upside of Down |
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I've nothing new to report today really.
We're on our way to Spain in the next day or so, the kids are thrilled, Papa is not, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) c_hanover is ignoring me again, and albert_grimaldi is all up in arms over a scandalous book and some girl who wants to fuck Andrea (that's grimaldi for anyone paying attention to my links) or something.
Every girl wants to fuck Andrea and some of the boys so I'm not sure what's so special about her except she's no chance in hell due to the book I mentioned previously. You'd think she wrote it...I don't care, really.
I just commented to the first 10 people I saw on my friend page, so if you recieved a comment from me, I'm not crazy nor am I going to start bothering you with snide remarks daily, or maybe I am, you were just in the top 10.
loken is so cute. People should add her for her icons really.
This post could not possibly get much dumber I don't think, although I'm sure if I try very very hard I can manage it.
Hmm, you know I think food, like eroticism, starts with the eyes.
It doesn't matter if it comes in individual servings, because if it's just sitting there, I'm going to eat the whole box anyway.
I love to cook, I love to bake. Recently I haven't had much time for cooking, everything has been poptarts on the go, it's rather gloomy. So, today I spent too long in the grocery store and then came home to cook a delicious pasta dish. It has to be eaten with a fork though, and I keep hearing that food eaten with your hands is more pleasurable. I need to test this theory. I need finger food.
Watermelon would be perfect. So juicy it drips down my chin, so sweet I want to suck on each bite longer than necessary. Using my tongue strategically to get the seeds out. The sticky fingers afterward would be completely worth it.
Apparently, I've taken up research on the correlation between food and sex as a hobby. I need to get a new hobby.
Today I am wearing hoop earings, my hair is a mess, and my blouse has ties dangling down my hips. I feel like a gypsy. I'd like to drop everything, start walking northeast and see where life takes me.
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| back again |
[18 Aug 2003|04:28pm] |
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Back in Monaco. Boring Boring Boring.
We'll be headed to Spain in a day. I'm angry with Andrea for being in London when I am not, so I'm helping Caroline look at girls for him to marry.
There are a few things that need to be done before he can meet them. Checking their teeth, measuring the width of their hips, medical exams, family medical history, the whole correct religious beliefs thing and then the basic, can she walk straight, use the right fork, speak French and sit quietly for 10 hours at a time.
After doing this I feel so sorry for him that I'm asking my new beau if he can find him a place in the circus in case he needs to run away.
I really should be thanking him. I haven't been harrassed most of the summer thanks to him running around Ibiza with beautiful topless girls. The press is calling him slut and the girls whores, which mostly means they aren't calling me stupid or announcing that my shoulders are wider than most men. Bastards.
Enough of this, I'm tired and the kids still want to go into the town and see some film that is newly showing, so I have to shower quickly and get moving.
P.S. I should have been listening to Blur all this time. They are quite good.
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| Luzern, Switzerland |
[14 Aug 2003|02:55pm] |
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We are now on holiday. Officially.
We being me, the children (Louis, Camille, and Pauline), and the new beau. Handsome Mr. Adans Lopez Peres. Caliente'!
He is an acrobat and the circus is performing here so here we are. The kids are excited to see the circus and Adans has very sweetly offered to let them be little clowns in the opening.
I'm certain Caroline would love that, but as she is not applying for mother of the year anytime soon either and at least my children enjoy being with me, I'll just nip whatever comment she was going to make right now.
Albert is possibly coming over to see the show as well and meet Adans. He doesn't know this yet, as I've not called him, but perhaps he will.
Anyone wondering,
No no no this is not the same circus boy I knew before. He was a lion-tamer and was freakishly obsessed with his cats. I'm thinking there may have been something going on there that I don't want to know about.
After this I think we're going to Spain. I've no idea really though.
But who cares, as long as there's a beach nearby and my children are having fun, too.
It's summmer. It's hot. I'm having fun. Fuck it.
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| 'Til you're flirting in my other ear. |
[13 Aug 2003|12:36pm] |
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Dirty - Christina Aguilera |
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Today my children and I pretended to be Charlie's Angels while having our picture taken with someone in a Sleepytime Care Bear suit, in Monte Carlo. Today, I painted my toes love her madly red, my scent is Secret #55, and the high was 97.
I want a hot bath. I want my cat to respect me. I want a self-fulfilling roll of toilet paper. I want to be an urban legend. I want to impact others daily, in some meaningful way, but not take it all seriously. I want sex daily. I want world peace and great sex. I want to want nothing. I want more credit, more clothes, and a new convertible. I want less work and more sleep. I want a sense of calm, satisfaction, and a bestseller. I want true lasting love. I want the ability to forgive and rise to the next occasion. I want safety. I want anonymity. I want to sing. I want shoes with non-slip soles that are also sexy. I want to control the weather. I want to be perfect.
I've smiled all day long and told entirely too many dirty jokes to Albert. His whole head is now red.
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[11 Aug 2003|02:21pm] |
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Girl Talk - TLC |
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I need more shoes.
Sounds shallow I know with all that's going on around me, but truly it's not.
Shoes are very important, they complete things. Without the right shoes athletes swear they would lose games, runners call some pairs lucky and sporting heroes such as David Beckham have their children's names embroidered on their shoes for luck.
Not that I'm playing sports, but being a princess isn't an easy job. We don't sit in the palace all day eating bon bons and attempting to sleep on 20 mattresses with a pea at the bottom of them. Our motto has the words "to serve" in it and Caroline is forever finding things to volunteer me for. That grows tiresome rather quickly.
But now that Charlotte is home I've got an ally for shopping and someone who understands the importance of shoes.
And I think Lee Lee is still down at the beach house with a few of the other kids. So, sinceAndrea left a little while ago with Maria for Spain, I thought I would run down to there and see if she would like to join Charlotte and I on one of our excursions.
Shopping, lunch, shopping, a movie, more shopping, a late dinner and drinks. Just the girls.
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[11 Aug 2003|12:03am] |
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Justin Timberlake - Cry Me A River |
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I've decided that finally I'm not the strangest or the craziest one in the family, or at least I've gotten better at hiding it in my old age.
Everyone knows the stories about me. I was wild and did more asinine things than 20 people do in a life time. I've been disinherited so many times and then reinstated I'm not even sure which I am right now. Papa has told me to get out and then insisted I return for years.
I think the last affair with his major domo was about the final straw and since I didn't get tossed out for that one, it's pretty certain I'll at least be allowed to live in the palace until I die.
Right now though I think Charlotte is trying to be more insane than I am. Her last two posts are so cryptically confusing and Andrea's comments making them more so that the only conclusions I can come to border on complete insanity.
I think she spent too much time in England and their insanity mized with ours and she's lost her mind.
Both of them are drinking wildly and Caroline is about to explode. I'm waiting for her head to start spinning around or something equally entertaining. I'm hoping it's soon, because she's damn boring at the moment.
Albert and I are auctioning off the nude AIDS photos for charity and so far things are going really well with that.
The press is reporting that I'm attempting to start up my musical career again. That's not true. I was thinking about acting actualy.
Well this post may or may not make sense. I'm not certain but oh well, I like to talk sometimes just for the sake of talking so if you hated this entry or didn't understand it, chalk it up to Steph was entertaining Steph and move along.
On a serious note, the fire and heat in Europe are still going strong and people are dying. If you were planning to vacation in Europe this summer, reconsider. There are fires in most places and the first people killed were tourists. Or at least be very very careful while you are here and please don't do anything to start anymore.
night night
Oh I talked about Andrea, who has a couple of very nice girls hanging around him. Maria, thank you for that advice about my plants. :)Very helpful. Andre, don't forget you are taking your dottering old auntie out for dinner soon.
And I talked about the lovely Charlotte, who's posts are confusing the hell out of me and who I am taking shopping tomorrow if I have to drag her from the bed myself.
So, I must also mention the sweet and quiet Pee Pee, who never causes much trouble and is so cute.
And of course my own children who are turning out surprisingly well considering I am their mother.
Good night
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[05 Aug 2003|12:31pm] |
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Charlotte is home. At least for a night she was, even Andrea made an appearance. Most often Caroline's only child here is Pierre, who I love and forgot to mention when I arrived, forgive me, PiPi. :)
It's good she's done with the British brat, they're too pompous and old world for her anyway. She's spoiled and bossy and would smother in their world. Any of us would.
I hate writting, why am I keeping a journal. How stupid that is.
I suppose just in case Caroline decides to write one of her scathing tomes, and frankly booorrrriing, about my lion tamer or the Barbie museum ( I LOVE Barbie ), or her current favorite, my naked pictures to benefit AIDS research.
I am not naked in them, there's a red sheet. One of them is the icon you're looking at with this, so don't believe everything you hear.
I'm going now to see if Charlotte wants company to London to collect her things. I'd be more than pleased to tell the Windsor clan a few things that have been on my mind.
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[02 Aug 2003|06:47pm] |
Okay I'm Stephanie.
Princess Stephanie.
I'm not as big a tight ass as my sister Caroline, but I'm not quite as wild as I used to be...maybe.
So this is gonna be my journal. I'm going to go check things out and then see what I want to say here.
Oh yeah, if you want all that in French, put it in the fucking online translator.
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