Thursday, December 31, 2009

The year in review and a sneak peek ahead

January: I meet Nicholas Cage during a girls' weekend in Las Vegas.



February: Off with their heads



March: Five families celebrating the Feast of St. Joseph



April: the post that drew the most sympathetic comments.



May: something new that got old fast.



June: the most interesting visitor



July: confessions of an altar server.



August: the Mad Hatter Dinner Party



September: My baby goes to Kindergarten.



October: Nicholas receives the Sacrament of Confirmation.



November: food, food, and spaghetti in your face!



December: the Christmas miracle that brought Sister here for the holidays.



...and coming up in June 2010: A FAMILY TRIP TO ITALY!!

Monday, December 28, 2009

Don't you think I should get a free pair, or something?

So, I've been noticing a lot of traffic lately from people researching Dansko clogs . . . now I know why:

go here.

P.S. My Dansko shoe size is 39 (European size).

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Finally...a compliment!

It began with a surprise email from my nephew, Christopher . . .

is this christopher...my nephew? are you emailing from your own computer, or something? or is this your own email account?

Yes it is your nephew. It is my own email account. I am emailing from my new iPod touch that I got for Christmas. I'll show it to you later when we get there. I might have to use your computer to charge it. May I?
From Christopher

well, well, well. a new iPod touch. i got an iPod, too. but it's just a regular one...not a touch and i can't send emails with it. BUT it is a pretty, bright orange. so, you may be able to email with yours...but i bet it isn't orange like mine.

and yes, if you're very, very, very nice to your favorite auntie...AND if you tell her that her new orange ipod is smashing...AND if you tell her that she looks very, very, very skinny...THEN i might let you charge your ipod on my computer.


I'm sure your iPod is charming! It is very very very very skinny!

not the ipod skinny...ME, ME....YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY I'M SKINNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok the iPod is skinny AND you are too.
Christopher




Me, shamelessly enjoying Christopher's compliment...and the fact that I asked for it doesn't matter whatsoever. I'll take a compliment any way I can get one.
:)

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

An Italian Christmas Carol

Buon Natale! Merry Christmas!
Blessings (and a Christmas carol) from our house to yours!

Tu Scendi dalle Stelle



Tu scendi dalle stelle
O Re del Cielo
E vieni in una grotta
Al freddo al gelo
E vieni in una grotta
Al freddo al gelo.

O Bambino mio Divino
Io ti vedo qui a tremar,
O Dio Beato!
Ah, quanto ti costò
L’avermi amato.
Ah, quanto ti costò
L’avermi amato.

A te che sei del mondo,
Il creatore,
Mancano panni e fuoco,
O mio Signore.
Mancano panni e fuoco,
O mio Signore.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Perfect for the Holidays: Food Fight!

Sometimes you come across something so inherently dumb. Something so silly that you do something truly ridiculous and buy the thing.

Case in point: Meet Alfredo.

Alfredo spins around on top of a plate of spaghetti. His tray, hat and apron are made of velcro.

Then, four pretend chefs vent their frustrations by using fork catapults to launch spaghetti and meatballs at the revolving Alfredo.

You get so many points if your meatball sticks to his tray, hat, or apron; but you get a gazillion points if you manage to land a meatball on his mustache.

Of course, some over-zealous launchers manage to catapult their meatballs right over Alfredo and into the face of the person (i.e. a brother) sitting opposite.

Spaghetti in your face . . . ahhhh. That's amore.



Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Why I Married this Guy 19 Years Ago

Since I do all the cooking, he cleans up afterwards.

He has a mesmerizing baritone voice over the phone . . . the first time he called and asked me out I mentally said "I do."

He is very, very good in Math (and I am not).

My Mom likes him better than she does me (but it is all good because his Mom likes me better!).

He eats french fries with a fork (quirky, but cute).

He sent me and my best friend to Rome, Italy for my 40th birthday while he stayed home to babysit.

We met at a church spaghetti supper . . . very apropos.

After the birth of each of our sons he took a week off work to stay home to help me.

He folds laundry while he watches Penn State football.

The first time we went to Italy together he spent months studying the language.

He is a great father. He is a great husband.

And I'm one lucky girl.


Happy Anniversary, Joey.
Bacioni,
Bia

Sunday, December 13, 2009

These Jeans Are Made for Walking

I have a pair of Gap jeans that I only use for special occasions. They are dark, dark blue, and when paired with black, high heeled shoes they are dressy in a casual, but elegant way.

Very European. Very Town & Country.

This past Saturday night my husband and I were invited to a Christmas party, and casual elegance was the attire of the night. I reached for my black tuxedo-style jacket, pulled out my high heeled black shoes (for one night, I would put beauty before comfort), and then reached for my Gap jeans.

As always, I held my breath as I started to put them on...one pound in the wrong direction and they wouldn't fit.

I also held my breath because that's the only way to zip them up.

Not only did they fit, but they also looked good (my husband's words). AND I was actually having a good hair night. A wonderful life, indeed.

But like Cinderella and her ball, I knew I had to follow a very simple but important rule when wearing these jeans: any function I attend while wearing them has to be a stand up affair involving walking around and mingling.

In other words, these jeans are not made for sitting; if I do...buttons will pop, zippers will unravel, and seams will burst.

Imagine Bruce Banner's clothes when he transforms into the Incredible Hulk.

So I wore my Gap jeans to the party. I walked around and mingled.

And after a couple of people asked if I had lost weight (I LOVE those jeans!), I didn't even mind all that standing.

Sheesh. Who needs to sit, anyway?