Today is the day.
In 29 hours, I'll be landing in Rome. My plane leaves in 10 hours. I cannot wait. Land of espresso, art, Renaissance, and architecture, here I come.
I must finish packing, not much. Have to pack shampoo, toothpaste, etc, but not until I've had my shower this morning.
I'll return July 4 and will hopefully have a ton of photos to post.
ciao
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19 June 2008
26 April 2007
Kitty interviews Twango
Here I am being interviewed by Joie de Kitty
1. Tell me what your favourite memory with a male family member (Dad, uncle, grandpa, etc.) is.
My favorite memory with a male family member? Hummm, that's a tough one. I only remember this from being told, but it is my absolute favorite. I was the 2nd grandchild and the first granddaughter on my mom's side. To say I was the apple of grandpa's eye is an understatement. I could do no wrong in his eyes. Not long before he died, (I was 5) I got into his matches. Now, he had those big enormous boxes of the sulfur tipped matches. I decided to play pick up sticks with those matches while he was at work. My grandmother told me to pick them up. I responded by getting a wet wash cloth, lying on the couch and telling my grandmother, I can't, I have a sezer (fever). She made me pick them up and I did begrudgingly, crying the whole time and hyperventilating the phrase, 'wait till pawpaw gets home'. As soon as he came home, my grandmother said I was off like a rocket to meet him at the back door and proceeded to tell him all about what a horrible person 'his wife' was. He told my grandmother, Linda, those are my matches and if that baby wants to play pick-up sticks with them, she can. Grandmother said I looked at her with a 'take that' look. It's a favorite, because it truly let me know that I was special.
2. What is your earliest memory involving food? Was it positive or negative, and do you still eat that food?
Easily, the times cooking with my grandmother (the one from above). She didn't teach her daughters to cook. She thought, what do they need to know how to do that for, I cook. Well, when they got married, her phone would ring off the hook with, 'Mamma, how do I make/do xxx?' When I came along and showed interest in what she was doing, she plopped my butt on a counter and began teaching me how at around 4 or 5. The first thing I remember making with her was meringue. She would give me a bowl with the egg whites and a fork and tell me to beat it till it was stiff. Now that I'm a mom, I know she was just trying to get me out of the way, but I kept coming back for more, so she gradually increased my responsibilities till I was chopping and applying heat right along with her.
3. We know you love Cute Knut. Do or did you have any pets? What do you love about them?
We do have a pet, actually he is my oldest daughters and he is a Second Chance pet. His name is Freedom. He's really a pretty cool dog. He knows I'm 'grandma' and gets the grandparent spoiling treatment. He of course gets a stocking and presents at Christmas and a present on the 4th of July, as that is supposedly the day he was born, hence his name. What I love about them is the unconditional love. They are happy to see you whenever you get home; 5 minutes is like 5 days to them. It just makes ya feel loved. It was really cute when after he had broken his leg, but it was healed, he had gotten used to the sympathy thing and when he would hear someone in the kitchen, he would come in there to see if any snacks would be coming his way. If he didn't get any, he would play that sympathy card and limp as if he still had the cast. Funny thing was, he didn't always limp on the same leg. It was too cute and I had to give a treat for that.
4. One of the things I miss about the US is the commercials on TV... What is your favorite commercial, and why?
Right now, I'm loving this commercial Nationwide titled light switch. I don’t' know why, but it just cracks me up.
5. Where would you like to travel and why?
There truly are so many places I want to travel. France, Italy, Germany, oh hail, all of Europe truthfully. I would love to do a culinary tour of the world as that would serve two purposes, both the culinary aspect but the cultural end as well. Egypt for sure as I am fascinated by their ancient culture. The Middle East for the religious aspect, Germany as I am more German in heritage and I'd love to see my 'roots' so to speak, but I think I'll cheat and just say everywhere, cause honestly, it is true.
Now it's your turn to play if you wish:
Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” I will respond by asking you five questions in the comments here on this post so check back here. I get to pick the questions. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
1. Tell me what your favourite memory with a male family member (Dad, uncle, grandpa, etc.) is.
My favorite memory with a male family member? Hummm, that's a tough one. I only remember this from being told, but it is my absolute favorite. I was the 2nd grandchild and the first granddaughter on my mom's side. To say I was the apple of grandpa's eye is an understatement. I could do no wrong in his eyes. Not long before he died, (I was 5) I got into his matches. Now, he had those big enormous boxes of the sulfur tipped matches. I decided to play pick up sticks with those matches while he was at work. My grandmother told me to pick them up. I responded by getting a wet wash cloth, lying on the couch and telling my grandmother, I can't, I have a sezer (fever). She made me pick them up and I did begrudgingly, crying the whole time and hyperventilating the phrase, 'wait till pawpaw gets home'. As soon as he came home, my grandmother said I was off like a rocket to meet him at the back door and proceeded to tell him all about what a horrible person 'his wife' was. He told my grandmother, Linda, those are my matches and if that baby wants to play pick-up sticks with them, she can. Grandmother said I looked at her with a 'take that' look. It's a favorite, because it truly let me know that I was special.
2. What is your earliest memory involving food? Was it positive or negative, and do you still eat that food?
Easily, the times cooking with my grandmother (the one from above). She didn't teach her daughters to cook. She thought, what do they need to know how to do that for, I cook. Well, when they got married, her phone would ring off the hook with, 'Mamma, how do I make/do xxx?' When I came along and showed interest in what she was doing, she plopped my butt on a counter and began teaching me how at around 4 or 5. The first thing I remember making with her was meringue. She would give me a bowl with the egg whites and a fork and tell me to beat it till it was stiff. Now that I'm a mom, I know she was just trying to get me out of the way, but I kept coming back for more, so she gradually increased my responsibilities till I was chopping and applying heat right along with her.
3. We know you love Cute Knut. Do or did you have any pets? What do you love about them?
We do have a pet, actually he is my oldest daughters and he is a Second Chance pet. His name is Freedom. He's really a pretty cool dog. He knows I'm 'grandma' and gets the grandparent spoiling treatment. He of course gets a stocking and presents at Christmas and a present on the 4th of July, as that is supposedly the day he was born, hence his name. What I love about them is the unconditional love. They are happy to see you whenever you get home; 5 minutes is like 5 days to them. It just makes ya feel loved. It was really cute when after he had broken his leg, but it was healed, he had gotten used to the sympathy thing and when he would hear someone in the kitchen, he would come in there to see if any snacks would be coming his way. If he didn't get any, he would play that sympathy card and limp as if he still had the cast. Funny thing was, he didn't always limp on the same leg. It was too cute and I had to give a treat for that.
4. One of the things I miss about the US is the commercials on TV... What is your favorite commercial, and why?
Right now, I'm loving this commercial Nationwide titled light switch. I don’t' know why, but it just cracks me up.
5. Where would you like to travel and why?
There truly are so many places I want to travel. France, Italy, Germany, oh hail, all of Europe truthfully. I would love to do a culinary tour of the world as that would serve two purposes, both the culinary aspect but the cultural end as well. Egypt for sure as I am fascinated by their ancient culture. The Middle East for the religious aspect, Germany as I am more German in heritage and I'd love to see my 'roots' so to speak, but I think I'll cheat and just say everywhere, cause honestly, it is true.
Now it's your turn to play if you wish:
Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” I will respond by asking you five questions in the comments here on this post so check back here. I get to pick the questions. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
27 March 2007
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
While I thought I had gone through the vast majority of changes in my life, I'm still changing.
I'm more tolerant of things I was not formerly tolerant of and less tolerant of things I was previously tolerant of (go figure).
I seem to be more sympathetic.
I'm far more willing to show and share my emotions.
I'm still standoffish if I don't know you, but I warm up a bit quicker than I used to.
I'm more trusting.
I am softer (so sayeth a few friends).
I have looked, delved, and explored; trying to find the answer as to why. From what I can see, I place the blame for all the above on the shoulders of one person. I want to be a better person. Not a different person. I'm still me, just a better me.
That really is so not like me. I've always been fine with who I am. I've never felt the need to have someone in my life. If there was a special someone, great. If there wasn't a special someone, that was fine too. My company has always been sufficient. I enjoy me, my likes, dislikes and quirks.
He's the most gentle person I've ever known. He's very passionate about the things he loves, and would not hesitate to shoot someone breaking into his home, but the side I get to see, the one he hides from most others, is the most amazing person. Not that he is perfect, far from it. He can be a supreme ass, no doubt about that. He has a temper for sure. It may take a lot to light that fuse, but once lit, it's time to run for cover - where then I can giggle(to myself only and only if I'm not the one that just lit that fuse) at just how red his face is and look for the smoke that is soon to be pouring from his ears a la Saturday morning cartoons. But I've only lit that fuse twice thank goodness and both of those times were misunderstandings. He figured out I am not a mind reader though and misunderstandings won't be a problem any longer. I owe him more than I can ever repay.
Now back to changes. With the changes I have gone through, I've grown in a different direction than I ever anticipated. I hate to say it because it sounds so snobby, but, I've evolved. That is the best way to describe it. Evolving however means there are certain things (or people) that need to be reevaluated. That's the hard part. I am a much different person today than I was 5 years ago, hell, even 2 years ago. That is going to require a lot of thought.
Here it is Spring and I'm looking at a different kind of Spring cleaning.
I'm more tolerant of things I was not formerly tolerant of and less tolerant of things I was previously tolerant of (go figure).
I seem to be more sympathetic.
I'm far more willing to show and share my emotions.
I'm still standoffish if I don't know you, but I warm up a bit quicker than I used to.
I'm more trusting.
I am softer (so sayeth a few friends).
I have looked, delved, and explored; trying to find the answer as to why. From what I can see, I place the blame for all the above on the shoulders of one person. I want to be a better person. Not a different person. I'm still me, just a better me.
That really is so not like me. I've always been fine with who I am. I've never felt the need to have someone in my life. If there was a special someone, great. If there wasn't a special someone, that was fine too. My company has always been sufficient. I enjoy me, my likes, dislikes and quirks.
He's the most gentle person I've ever known. He's very passionate about the things he loves, and would not hesitate to shoot someone breaking into his home, but the side I get to see, the one he hides from most others, is the most amazing person. Not that he is perfect, far from it. He can be a supreme ass, no doubt about that. He has a temper for sure. It may take a lot to light that fuse, but once lit, it's time to run for cover - where then I can giggle(to myself only and only if I'm not the one that just lit that fuse) at just how red his face is and look for the smoke that is soon to be pouring from his ears a la Saturday morning cartoons. But I've only lit that fuse twice thank goodness and both of those times were misunderstandings. He figured out I am not a mind reader though and misunderstandings won't be a problem any longer. I owe him more than I can ever repay.
Now back to changes. With the changes I have gone through, I've grown in a different direction than I ever anticipated. I hate to say it because it sounds so snobby, but, I've evolved. That is the best way to describe it. Evolving however means there are certain things (or people) that need to be reevaluated. That's the hard part. I am a much different person today than I was 5 years ago, hell, even 2 years ago. That is going to require a lot of thought.
Here it is Spring and I'm looking at a different kind of Spring cleaning.
09 February 2007
hummm
So, " The Masterpieces of French Painting from The Metropolitan Museum of Art: 1800-1920 " is showing at the MFAH,
http://www.mfah.org/main.asp?target=exhibition&par1=1&par2=1&par3=358
I really cannot wait to go. When in NYC last year, I went to the MOMA and I could not get enough of it.
"Chiho Aoshima: City Glow", "Fit for a King: English Silver from the Collection of George S. Heyer, Jr.", "Hélio Oiticica: The Body of Color", and "The Target Collection of American Photography: A Century in Pictures" are some other current exhibits I want to check out.
Some other upcoming exhibits, "Arms and Armor from the Ancient World" , "The Quest for Immortality: Hidden Treasures of Ancient Egypt", and "Pompeo Batoni: "The Best Painter in Italy" fall into the must see category.
http://www.mfah.org/main.asp?target=exhibition&par1=1&par2=1&par3=358
I really cannot wait to go. When in NYC last year, I went to the MOMA and I could not get enough of it.
"Chiho Aoshima: City Glow", "Fit for a King: English Silver from the Collection of George S. Heyer, Jr.", "Hélio Oiticica: The Body of Color", and "The Target Collection of American Photography: A Century in Pictures" are some other current exhibits I want to check out.
Some other upcoming exhibits, "Arms and Armor from the Ancient World" , "The Quest for Immortality: Hidden Treasures of Ancient Egypt", and "Pompeo Batoni: "The Best Painter in Italy" fall into the must see category.
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