An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Roll Over, Beethoven's Mom

Whenever this commercial for AT&T's Rollover minutes comes on, a call goes out throughout the entire house and everyone comes running to see "the mom look". We laugh, and laugh, and laugh . . . apparently, according to my sons, she is me.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Cloudy with a Chance of Irritation

My husband, who is an engineer by profession, has a secret passion for the weather.

He likes to read the weather forecast not only locally, but around the globe.

During a storm he stands on our front porch and studies the direction the clouds are moving.

When the boys were younger I had to ban him from making certain comments during a thunderstorm such as Wow! That was a close one! Or, This is tornado we have some flashlights?

At his work they have a very sophisticated radar, and he will call me throughout the day with updates: Get ready, a storm is going to hit you in about two minutes. Or, There's a break in the weather. Do you see the sun?

He is amazingly accurate, and truthfully, I never, ever read the weather forecast...I just ask my husband.

Not only does he like weather predictions, but he loves past forecasts. Yes, I said forecasts from the past.

This morning:

Did you know that on this exact day ten years ago Augusta had a record low temperature of 42 degrees?

He glances at me expectantly when I say nothing.

You don't remember, do you? (He has an accusatory look.)

I continue to sip my cappuccino, not really knowing how to answer that.

I mean, I ask you, would you remember something like that? Cielo Santo!

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Saturday at the Mall with my Men

Saturday morning chores were done, and out of the blue my husband suggested we go walk around the mall. HUH?! Who was this strange man? Then, all three boys said they wanted to go, too.

Well, I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by . . .

I gathered my coupons and made mental lists: new church shirts for the boys, a new pair of winter shoes for me, shorts for Jonathan, check out the clearance rack at Macy's and JCPenney . . .

And this is what we did:

-spent half an hour in Dick's Sporting Goods trying out different basketballs, putting, and drooling over the golf clubs (FYI: I wasn't the one drooling)
-walked in Foot Locker and admired the cool basketball sneakers, the cool running shoes, the cool football cleats
-had a pretzel at Auntie Em's (would you believe my husband had a coupon?)
-walked into Champ Sports and admired the football jerseys
-threw pennies into the fountain and tried to hit the underwater lights
-went into Williams Sonoma only for the free sample of chicken
-spent some time in Gamestop drooling at Rock Band and Guitar Hero (FYI: I wasn't the one drooling)

No Macy's, no JCPenney, no clearance racks, no shoes . . . but the morning wasn't a total loss . . . I did come home with this :o)

Monday, September 14, 2009

Makeup Monday

I do not purchase a lot of makeup in department stores; in fact, I have whittled my department store makeup items down to two: Estee Lauder's Idealist Skin Refinisher and an under eye concealer from Lancome. Both items last a long time, but when it comes time to replace them I play it smart and wait for Bonus Gift Time. You know . . . spend a certain amount and get a free makeup bag filled with samples.

So, that's what makes my Monday . . . Bonus Gift Time at the make-up counter.

Now go visit Cheryl for some more Makes My Monday fun.

Monday, September 7, 2009

In which I feel like a heel but learn a valuable lesson

Yesterday I was checking out at the grocery store when I saw an old neighbor of my parents standing behind me . . . and I pretended not to see her.

She was always a bit crotchety and, since it had been a long time, I figured she probably wouldn't remember me.

That's what I told myself, anyway, as I ignored that inner voice telling me to be charitable and reach out to her.

I walked out without saying anything.

However, as I was backing out of my parking space I noticed her leaving the store and heading to her car which, I realized with a sigh, was parked right next to mine.

I came this close to driving away anyway (I am ashamed to admit this).

But that inner voice spoke up again, so I begrudgingly rolled down my window:

-Mrs. Robertson, do you remember me?
-Oh, of course! How are you? How are your parents?
-They are doing well. Do you have plans for Labor Day?
-Actually, no. My husband is in the hospital with pneumonia.
It doesn't look good.

Suddenly, I had all the time in the world as I gave her my undivided attention. Later, I realized what a valuable lesson this had been. How often have I not bothered to reach out? How often have I missed the opportunity to comfort, encourage, or help someone? How often . . .

Evidently, lately, much too often.

But not anymore. I am listening to that inner voice.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

An Evening Meal...Buon Appetito!

grilled panini
fresh tomatoes and mozzarella
special treat: San Pellegrino Aranciata
strawberries in lemon juice