Mama conversation

Online conversation with my mom:

Mama: I am on the mini laptop and it needs to have a microscope attached

Mama: so up the font

Me: i dunno how

Mama: see a font box

Me: no

Mama: click it

Me: i can't

Me: i have no font box

Mama: listen, if i can do it you can do it

Me: only a happy face box

Me: hahahhahhaha

Mama: I will happy your face in a box

I hope it's not evident to only me why I love her so much.

p.s. I just told her I was blogging about her and the response I got (in huge font) was: Will I become famous? Then get a book deal? Then it will be made into a hit movie?

love. :)

5 things that make me happy today

The work of anja mulder:

fresh caparese with the last of the summer tomatoes:

french pressed coffee:

Since my coffee maker broke back in June I've been using an electric kettle and my trusty french press. The coffee that this little guy makes is amazing. I haven't bought a new coffee maker since.

rediscovering my art journal:

This is a map I drew so I could always find my hubs.

reading Pride and Prejudice on my itouch kindle app:

I've been falling asleep every night reading P&P with my itouch in my hand. I'm pretty sure my husband is thinking that he wishes he got held that close every night.

It seems like it's one or the other

This is an art journal page I made today. It's how I feel. Like I can't stop stuffing my face.

I'm trying to strike some balance in my life. It seems when I do an excellent job of working out I have a hard time controlling what I eat. But if I know I can't workout, then I eat perfectly. I just need these powers combined to form Captain Fitness!

Captain Planet.

Anyone?

Anyone?

Bueller?

I'm having an affair

With my itouch. I spent all morning with him. I plan to spend most of the evening. I downloaded things, uploaded things, surfed things, played blowfish. It's love.

Transumanza

Every year the big festival in my town is based around cows. It's a huge deal, I think the biggest festival in our little area. It celebrates the age old tradition of the cows moving from the top of the mountains for the spring and summer down to the lowlands for the fall and winter. The treck the cow make every year is 80k. And they end right here in my town.

See this cute man driving this cart? This is Manuel. He's my landlord. He only speaks Italian in the Veneto dialect and so I generally can't understand a word he is saying. But he's super nice and kinda reminds me of my dad.

There's a long parade/processional before the cows that I'll show you more of tomorrow. But this truck is announcing the good stuff.

Let's get right to the good stuff.

The cows! Don't you love the Italian cow boys? I love them. They love Toby Keith. As was evidenced by how they over ran the post when Toby came to town. They were decked out in all their Italian cowboy duds. Much different (and considerably brighter) than American cowboy duds.

More on the transumanza tomorrow.

Piove a Milan

Yesterday Inter played Barcelona in a Chapions League match. The crowd made a super cool Italian flag. See that white part in the middle? It's the press stands. The press doesn't have seperate boxes, they are a part of the crowd just like everyone else. I love that they used the press section in part of the flag.

It's been raining here in northern Italy from Sunday to Thursday morning. It's beautiful right now though. I was so excited to break out the fall boots and my new coat.

Here's my hubs doing a little photo shoot. Either he can't get enough camera time or doesn't want his picture taken at all. Yesterday was a "Take another one!" day.

I had to throw this one in. Those blue eyes get me every time. I really hope our future kids get his eyes. The blue eye dark hair contrast is amazing. Isn't he just the handsomest? Don't you wish your boyfriend was hot like he?

Ha! I had to throw that in there. I couldn't resist.

I love taking pictures of up close faces. My husband doesn't care for it though. If you couldn't tell...

Waiting...

I'm waiting for my hubs to get home.

And tomorrow? Inter vs. Barcalona!