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Wordless Wednesday – Bad Name Choices*
*I especially appreciate the pointless use of “quotation marks”. Unless, of course, his cat does have fleas. In which case, nevermind.
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When I Grow Old, I Shall Wear Silver Trousers
Earlier this summer, the Hubs and I went to see Orquesta Buena Vista (insert samba dance here) at the Hay Festival. I’ve loved the Buena Vista Social Club since their album was first released and this concert did not disappoint. However, for as fabulous as the music and all the musicians were – they obviously were having a great time – it was THIS man who was burned into my memory. He was clearly enjoying himself, jamming on his guitar, despite the fact that when he wasn’t playing, he was moving pretty slowly. I can only hope that when I am his age, I am still doing all the things…
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Women Who Inspire Me
Today’s post is to talk about someone who inspires me – but people make their marks on you in different ways, and it is hard to choose just one person. I think the biggest inspiration comes from my mom. Especially since I’m basically becoming her, daily. We are both emotional, and wear our hearts on our sleeve. We’re quick to jump to protect and defend those who are important to us. We both tend to, well, yell. A lot. (I’m Italian. That’s my story.) We’re both oversensitive. We both love to read, and if we have (haha) free time, can be found with our noses in a book. One clear…
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Wordless Wednesday: I Don’t Know Where She Gets It From. Really.
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A Post Title I'm Really Proud of
Today is Day 3 of SITS “Back to Blogging Event”, and today’s assignment is to share a post whose title I’m really proud of. To be honest, my favorite title is still in the “Drafts Column” – which means I really, really need to get that bugger posted. It was a tough call. One of my favorite post titles was “Bunnycide“, but the one I chose? Motherhood is a Blessing. Right? I love my kids. I really do. But somedays (like every morning at 8am) they can drive me absolutely mad. Cuckoo. Nutso. And, really, when I say “they”, I mean Pea. (I’m just trying to stay fair and not…
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The joy of living abroad
Walking through the marina in Swansea this weekend, the Hubs commented that on our next trip there, we’d need to get on the water – take one of the boat excursions offered in the area. Boo looked at him and said “MY first boat ride was in Paris”. Yeah. How cool is that?
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Flashback
So, in my last post, I took a look back at my very first blog post from May 2008 – which left me browsing through a few other early posts…. ….and came across one where Boo, then 4, was having constant meltdowns and we were having some major power struggles. Huh. And then another one, where we were having daily battles about…yup…shoes. Both topics are familiar to me, as I have the same conversations (and a few similar blogposts) about Pea. Why I didn’t remember this, I don’t know. (Maybe its like childbirth – you forget the pain so that you do it again….) Been there, done that, bought the…
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Revisiting My Very First Post
Summer is over, school is in full swing, and now is the perfect time for me to take part in SITS “Back to Blogging” event! I’ve been a little a lot ok, completely undisciplined with my blogging of late…and, thanks to sponsors Standards of Excellence, Westar Kitchen and Bath, and Florida Builders Applicances, I could also win Thelma and Louise (a rockin’ Electrolux washer/dryer set) for the US house. But really, its all about the blog. So today’s challenge was to repost my very first post. I was a bit nervous, as its been over two years now, and I couldn’t actually remember my first post….. but here it is: My…
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(So it's not) Wordless Wednesday….
Ok, so there are words here. Sue me. I have a headache. Instead, take a looky at this here blog: Hungover Owls.(C’mon, you’ve thought about it, right? How all owls look kinda, well, hungover?) Seriously funny stuff…. Now, someone get me some Tylenol.
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Dog Days
So, basically, my puppy has THE life. She sleeps, eats, poops, and plays. No responsibility. She doesn’t even have to wipe her own backside or clean out her water dish. If it wasn’t for having to eat the same meal day after day, the slug-eating (throws up a little in my mouth) the “no chocolate” rule (a definite killer) and – oh, yes – the bum sniffing (a peck on the cheek is fine, thankyouverymuch), I’d say I’d like to come back my next life as a dog.