So tonight Sammi had her first poo in the potty! YAY!!! After seeing how BIG it was before being squished in the diaper and onto her heiny, all I can say is, "Oh, I love the little potty." Yes, I loved flushing that poo instead of scraping it off her and rinsing out the diaper.
Yeayyyyy!!! Sammi - you rock!!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
New Haircut
I've been thinking about getting my hair cut lately. I thought about growing it out to a bob again, but that seemed boring. Then I met a lady here with a cool cut and SJ ( a blog I read) got her hair cut, so Idecided to go for it! I got my hair cut on Thursday and love it! It is always scary when you move and have to find a new hairplace, but I did what I usually do and looked for people with cute hair and asked where they had it done. It always works.
Of course, I have to find a place that doesn’t speak English, but I just wrote a note in Italian that said, “I want my hair cut cute and short like my friend Nathalie.” since no one understands my accent…. I figured they would know who she was, because how many Americans get their hair cut there? Well, she is French Canadian but the Italians think all the English speakers are American.
What I like about it is I can get out of bed and it looks ok – great for those busy mornings when the pumping, diaper changing, feeding, dishwashing (yep, no automatic dishwasher here), hanging clothes on the line, and running out to buy veggies and bread before riposa gets in the way of a timely shower.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Guest Blogger BC Woes
OK, here is a great "blonde" moment from my guest blogger, Lingcat. (Doesn't that make me sound cool? That I have a "guest blogger"?)
"I’ve been battling this nice sinus infection…..So, I’ve been taking one Benadryl with one ‘knock off’ Sudafed……The Benadryl’s are hard as hell to get in to…I usually have to use a scissors. I LOVE the pretend Sudafed’s because you can just punch em through the foil.
Well…..the Sudafed’s are little….and round….and yellow…..and, like I said, push right through the foil……
Guess what else is little, and round, and yellow and pushes right through the foil??? My birth control pills……that’s right. I’ve been taking about three BC pills a day when I though I was taking Sudafed. By some weird twist of faith, I’ll probably end up pregnant……..pregnant and STILL have a sinus infection…….*sigh*
Everyone kept asking how I didn't know they were my pills....well, I don't put my pills in the little purple thingy that shows the days of the week and makes them 'pretty'....so they're just pills on a foil card......just like the Sudafed’s. :)
I don't feel too bad......another friend was just telling me about someone she knows that broke a vertebrae and kept complaining that pain pills they gave him weren't working......he was taking stool softeners."
Isn’t that great? Now all we have to do is get her to share her “wasp in the hair” story with us!! Have a great weekend everybody. We are going to Oktoberfest tonight and then we are hosting a HHH run tomorrow!
:)
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Arrrrr – Blood and Pirates
Well, as I am sure you all know the 19th was “Talk Like a Pirate Day” so I hope you all got some good pirate talkin’ in. It was also a HOLIDAY here so Jack didn’t have to go to work. What holiday besides Talk Like a Pirate shares September 19th? Here in this town it is the celebration of the Miracle of the Blood of San Gennaro (St. Januarius.)
He is the patron saint of Naples who was martyred. His head was supposedly cut off and rolled down the hill of Naples and his believers scooped up some of his blood from his head and it is still in this glass vial. Each year they bring it out and it miraculously liquefies. Thankfully, it liquefied again because superstition has it that if it does NOT then something bad will happen to Naples – like in 1980 it didn’t and then there was a giant earthquake! Whewwww – we are safe for this year!
Relatively safe, at any rate, as one still has to go out and drive here. The driving is such a contradiction. How can these people take HALF THE DAY OFF each day, just lazing around, then suddenly jump into their cars and drive like bats out of hell? It makes no sense.
On Tuesday it took me an hour to get to playgroup because, silly me, I decided to try a new route – in the rain. Ha ha, that route didn’t go exactly where I thought it would. I also got road water on me when I was splashed by a car going by when I stupidly had my window down to see a sign. And it turns out that Italians and rain and driving mix live olive oil and water.
I found this and it describes driving here really well, so I’ll just use it instead of making something up myself. (check out http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Plains/6271/italy002.html)
Driving in Italy - Tips for Tourist Survival
by Jackson Burgese
Part 2 - The City Streets
The basic rule of driving in Italian cities is -- force your car as far as it will go into any opening in the traffic. It is this rule which produces the famous Sicilian Four-Way Deadlock. Sharp study of this phenomenon suggests that the Deadlock or Degenerate can be broken if any one of the cars backs up.
That brings us to another important point about Italian driving. You can't back up. You can't because there is another car right behind you. If you could back up, and did, you would become the object of ridicule, for backing up breaks the basic driving rule and suggests a want of spirit.
The impossibility of backing up accounts for some of the difficulty you will have in parking. Aside from the fact that there isn't anywhere to park, you will find that when you try to parallel park by stopping just beyond the vacant space and backing into it, you can't because that fellow is still right behind you, blowing his horn impatiently.
You point at the parking place, make gestures indicating that you only want to park. He blows his horn. You can give up and drive on or you can get out and go back and try to get him to let you park. This can be done by shouting Personal Abuse in the window of his car. One of these things will happen:
-1. He may stare straight ahead and go on blowing his horn (if this happens, you're whipped, for no foreigner can out-bluff an Italian driver).
-1. He may shout Personal Abuse back at you.
-1. He may, especially in southern cities like Naples and Palermo, where honor is all-important, get out of his car and kill you.
The parking problem created by the backing up problem creates the Right Lane Horror. At no time should you drive in the right lane. One reason is that Italians usually drive head-first into parking spaces. Thus, every third or fourth parked car has its tail-end sticking out into traffic, making the right lane a narrow winding lane. Unfortunately, the center lane has its hazards, too -- the right lane drivers swerving in and out of the center lane as they steer around the sterns of half-parked and double-parked cars. Double-parked cars run one to a block north of Rome and two to a block south of Rome. Italians double park only in four lane streets. In six lane streets they triple park. Right lane driving is further complicated by the Italian style of entering a side street by driving halfway into the first lane of traffic and then looking.
The way to deal with Lane-Swervers and Cross-Creepers is to blow your horn and accelerate around them. If you make a careful in-lane stop when your lane is invaded, you not only expose your social and sexual inadequacies, but you may never get moving again, since you also mark yourself as a weakling whom anyone can challenge with impunity.
While performing these dangerous gyrations, it is imperative to blow your horn. The more risky the maneuver, the more imperiously you must hoot, for all Italian drivers accept the axiom that anything you do while blowing your horn is sacred. (Horn blowing, incidentally, except in cases of serious danger, is against the law in every Italian city.)
Remember that one-way streets in Italy are not one way. To begin with, a driver who has a block or less to go realizes that, when they put up the signs, they were not thinking of cases like his. He drives it the wrong way, going full throttle to get it over with quickly and to prove that he really is in a terrible hurry. More importantly, however, Italian one-way streets always have a Controsenso lane -- that is, a lane for going the wrong way. It is reserved for taxis and buses and is always full of taxis and buses, producing the two-way one-way street which, in turn, produces law suits, pedestrian fatalities and hysterical foreign drivers.
The feature of Italian cities is the piazza -- a wide space entered by as many as eight streets in which a Bernini fountain is hidden by parked cars. Italian police commissioners have sensibly ordained circular traffic for most of the piazzas. But the traffic circle, with its minuet-like formality of movements is, to an Italian driver, just so much exhilarating open space. You do not go around a traffic circle. You go across it at high speed, taking the shortest path from your point of entry to your intended exit, while sounding your horn.
All Italian city driving requires and soon produces familiarity with the Funnel Effect -- especially in those cities that preserve medieval architecture in the down-town section. All Italian cities are force-fed with automobiles by an excellent turnpike system. This produces both the Funnel Effect and the Reverse Funnel Effect.
At first glance, it may appear that the Funnel Effect is more dangerous and unnerving than the Reverse Funnel Effect. This is not correct. True, the unwary motorist entering the Funnel may get trapped against the side and have to stay there until traffic slacks off around one or two o'clock in the morning. But you can usually abuse your way out of the trap.
It is the Reverse Funnel that produces what my insurance company keeps referring to as "death or dismemberment." It's the effect of bottling a number of prideful and excitable Italian drivers in a narrow street for a half mile or more and then suddenly releasing them. It's like dumping out a sack of white rats. As each car emerges, it tries at once to pass the car ahead of it and, if possible, two or three more. This car ahead is passing the car ahead of it and so on. If Italian cars were even roughly of the same power, this would simply produce a wild acceleration, but the cars range from 500 cubic centimeter midgets up to Formula 1 racing cars. The first hundred yards of the Reverse Funnel, before they shake down, is a maelstrom of screaming engines, spinning tires, screeching springs and blowing horns.
Stay tuned for my exciting guest blogger, LingCat, tomorrow!!
He is the patron saint of Naples who was martyred. His head was supposedly cut off and rolled down the hill of Naples and his believers scooped up some of his blood from his head and it is still in this glass vial. Each year they bring it out and it miraculously liquefies. Thankfully, it liquefied again because superstition has it that if it does NOT then something bad will happen to Naples – like in 1980 it didn’t and then there was a giant earthquake! Whewwww – we are safe for this year!
Relatively safe, at any rate, as one still has to go out and drive here. The driving is such a contradiction. How can these people take HALF THE DAY OFF each day, just lazing around, then suddenly jump into their cars and drive like bats out of hell? It makes no sense.
On Tuesday it took me an hour to get to playgroup because, silly me, I decided to try a new route – in the rain. Ha ha, that route didn’t go exactly where I thought it would. I also got road water on me when I was splashed by a car going by when I stupidly had my window down to see a sign. And it turns out that Italians and rain and driving mix live olive oil and water.
I found this and it describes driving here really well, so I’ll just use it instead of making something up myself. (check out http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Plains/6271/italy002.html)
Driving in Italy - Tips for Tourist Survival
by Jackson Burgese
Part 2 - The City Streets
The basic rule of driving in Italian cities is -- force your car as far as it will go into any opening in the traffic. It is this rule which produces the famous Sicilian Four-Way Deadlock. Sharp study of this phenomenon suggests that the Deadlock or Degenerate can be broken if any one of the cars backs up.
That brings us to another important point about Italian driving. You can't back up. You can't because there is another car right behind you. If you could back up, and did, you would become the object of ridicule, for backing up breaks the basic driving rule and suggests a want of spirit.
The impossibility of backing up accounts for some of the difficulty you will have in parking. Aside from the fact that there isn't anywhere to park, you will find that when you try to parallel park by stopping just beyond the vacant space and backing into it, you can't because that fellow is still right behind you, blowing his horn impatiently.
You point at the parking place, make gestures indicating that you only want to park. He blows his horn. You can give up and drive on or you can get out and go back and try to get him to let you park. This can be done by shouting Personal Abuse in the window of his car. One of these things will happen:
-1. He may stare straight ahead and go on blowing his horn (if this happens, you're whipped, for no foreigner can out-bluff an Italian driver).
-1. He may shout Personal Abuse back at you.
-1. He may, especially in southern cities like Naples and Palermo, where honor is all-important, get out of his car and kill you.
The parking problem created by the backing up problem creates the Right Lane Horror. At no time should you drive in the right lane. One reason is that Italians usually drive head-first into parking spaces. Thus, every third or fourth parked car has its tail-end sticking out into traffic, making the right lane a narrow winding lane. Unfortunately, the center lane has its hazards, too -- the right lane drivers swerving in and out of the center lane as they steer around the sterns of half-parked and double-parked cars. Double-parked cars run one to a block north of Rome and two to a block south of Rome. Italians double park only in four lane streets. In six lane streets they triple park. Right lane driving is further complicated by the Italian style of entering a side street by driving halfway into the first lane of traffic and then looking.
The way to deal with Lane-Swervers and Cross-Creepers is to blow your horn and accelerate around them. If you make a careful in-lane stop when your lane is invaded, you not only expose your social and sexual inadequacies, but you may never get moving again, since you also mark yourself as a weakling whom anyone can challenge with impunity.
While performing these dangerous gyrations, it is imperative to blow your horn. The more risky the maneuver, the more imperiously you must hoot, for all Italian drivers accept the axiom that anything you do while blowing your horn is sacred. (Horn blowing, incidentally, except in cases of serious danger, is against the law in every Italian city.)
Remember that one-way streets in Italy are not one way. To begin with, a driver who has a block or less to go realizes that, when they put up the signs, they were not thinking of cases like his. He drives it the wrong way, going full throttle to get it over with quickly and to prove that he really is in a terrible hurry. More importantly, however, Italian one-way streets always have a Controsenso lane -- that is, a lane for going the wrong way. It is reserved for taxis and buses and is always full of taxis and buses, producing the two-way one-way street which, in turn, produces law suits, pedestrian fatalities and hysterical foreign drivers.
The feature of Italian cities is the piazza -- a wide space entered by as many as eight streets in which a Bernini fountain is hidden by parked cars. Italian police commissioners have sensibly ordained circular traffic for most of the piazzas. But the traffic circle, with its minuet-like formality of movements is, to an Italian driver, just so much exhilarating open space. You do not go around a traffic circle. You go across it at high speed, taking the shortest path from your point of entry to your intended exit, while sounding your horn.
All Italian city driving requires and soon produces familiarity with the Funnel Effect -- especially in those cities that preserve medieval architecture in the down-town section. All Italian cities are force-fed with automobiles by an excellent turnpike system. This produces both the Funnel Effect and the Reverse Funnel Effect.
At first glance, it may appear that the Funnel Effect is more dangerous and unnerving than the Reverse Funnel Effect. This is not correct. True, the unwary motorist entering the Funnel may get trapped against the side and have to stay there until traffic slacks off around one or two o'clock in the morning. But you can usually abuse your way out of the trap.
It is the Reverse Funnel that produces what my insurance company keeps referring to as "death or dismemberment." It's the effect of bottling a number of prideful and excitable Italian drivers in a narrow street for a half mile or more and then suddenly releasing them. It's like dumping out a sack of white rats. As each car emerges, it tries at once to pass the car ahead of it and, if possible, two or three more. This car ahead is passing the car ahead of it and so on. If Italian cars were even roughly of the same power, this would simply produce a wild acceleration, but the cars range from 500 cubic centimeter midgets up to Formula 1 racing cars. The first hundred yards of the Reverse Funnel, before they shake down, is a maelstrom of screaming engines, spinning tires, screeching springs and blowing horns.
Stay tuned for my exciting guest blogger, LingCat, tomorrow!!
Sunday, September 17, 2006
6 Months and More
I can’t believe lil’ G is 6 months old now. Back in March it seemed like September was a million years away – that she would never be that old. Now she is low-crawling all over the place and can even crawl up stairs. Gotta get the stair gates now. I told Jack, “She can crawl up stairs now.” He said, “How many?” “I don’t know. I didn’t let her crawl up as many as she wanted.” “Then how do you know she can?” “Cuz I let her crawl up one just for fun!” (and to see if she really could.)
On Wednesday I got her her own little pink potty. It is cute. She likes it. I just sit her on each time she wakes up and she goes tinkle. Yay!!!! Sometimes she wears the same diaper from 7 pm to 1 pm or so the next day. How awesome is that? That will save me on washing diapers! She also goes each time she wakes up from a nap. Now I just have to figure out those poo's - I can never tell when she is going to poo.
It was a sad day on Thursday because I took the side-car crib off of our bed. She has been sleeping next to us since she was born. It made it easier for the night feedings, but those Arms Reach co-sleepers aren’t good once the kid can crawl and pull herself up. She would crawl onto our bed, and I was afraid she would crawl over the side and splat on the floor. So, now she sleeps in her own crib for about 10 hours straight. When she wakes up I bring her to our bed to feed her for a little bit. It is just weird to have her in her own room. She is growing up too fast!! Plus, sleeping on her own that long means that the OVULATION could start at any time. When she was in the side-care she could sleep and eat at the same time. Might as well have a little snack at night every now and then - but now she can't smell me and just sleeps and sleeps. It took a few days for my boobs to figure that out, too.
It makes it easy to pump, though. Now I get up first thing and pump a couple ounces to make the rice ceral gruel with - and there is still plenty for when Lil' G wakes up.
Vieta
Over Labor Day weekend friends of mine who live in Germany came to visit. Becky and Rich lived here in Naples for 5 years so they were a goldmine of information. We ate at some new restaurants Jack and I hadn’t been to yet and we went to Vieta and Sorrento one day. Vieta is a neat little place filled with pottery shops. We saw a bunch of stuff we want to buy when we go back. In Sorrento there is a great inlaid wood shop. I didn’t know I liked inlaid wood, but this stuff is so beautiful. We are going to get a really cool game table one of these days. The drive along the Amalfi coast is so pretty – but very nerve wracking for the drive, and wooze in inducing for the person (me) in the back seat.
The weekend went too fast, though, so I will have to have Becky come back and show me some more stuff!
HHH
Then I decided to look up the HHH here in Napoli and discovered there isn’t an active group, but last weekend we met with a bunch of old Hashers and some prospective new ones (at a pub, of course.) It is so weird that 3 beers is tooo much for me now. I have to stop at 1 or 2 - 3 is too many after 15 months with little or now drinking.
We are res-erecting the Bella Napoli HHH and the first run is next Saturday. Jack is going to be a Hare. He doesn’t really know what he is getting himself in for. It will be his first run. Hee hee.
Well, I gotta get to bed. More later!
On Wednesday I got her her own little pink potty. It is cute. She likes it. I just sit her on each time she wakes up and she goes tinkle. Yay!!!! Sometimes she wears the same diaper from 7 pm to 1 pm or so the next day. How awesome is that? That will save me on washing diapers! She also goes each time she wakes up from a nap. Now I just have to figure out those poo's - I can never tell when she is going to poo.
It was a sad day on Thursday because I took the side-car crib off of our bed. She has been sleeping next to us since she was born. It made it easier for the night feedings, but those Arms Reach co-sleepers aren’t good once the kid can crawl and pull herself up. She would crawl onto our bed, and I was afraid she would crawl over the side and splat on the floor. So, now she sleeps in her own crib for about 10 hours straight. When she wakes up I bring her to our bed to feed her for a little bit. It is just weird to have her in her own room. She is growing up too fast!! Plus, sleeping on her own that long means that the OVULATION could start at any time. When she was in the side-care she could sleep and eat at the same time. Might as well have a little snack at night every now and then - but now she can't smell me and just sleeps and sleeps. It took a few days for my boobs to figure that out, too.
It makes it easy to pump, though. Now I get up first thing and pump a couple ounces to make the rice ceral gruel with - and there is still plenty for when Lil' G wakes up.
Vieta
Over Labor Day weekend friends of mine who live in Germany came to visit. Becky and Rich lived here in Naples for 5 years so they were a goldmine of information. We ate at some new restaurants Jack and I hadn’t been to yet and we went to Vieta and Sorrento one day. Vieta is a neat little place filled with pottery shops. We saw a bunch of stuff we want to buy when we go back. In Sorrento there is a great inlaid wood shop. I didn’t know I liked inlaid wood, but this stuff is so beautiful. We are going to get a really cool game table one of these days. The drive along the Amalfi coast is so pretty – but very nerve wracking for the drive, and wooze in inducing for the person (me) in the back seat.
The weekend went too fast, though, so I will have to have Becky come back and show me some more stuff!
HHH
Then I decided to look up the HHH here in Napoli and discovered there isn’t an active group, but last weekend we met with a bunch of old Hashers and some prospective new ones (at a pub, of course.) It is so weird that 3 beers is tooo much for me now. I have to stop at 1 or 2 - 3 is too many after 15 months with little or now drinking.
We are res-erecting the Bella Napoli HHH and the first run is next Saturday. Jack is going to be a Hare. He doesn’t really know what he is getting himself in for. It will be his first run. Hee hee.
Well, I gotta get to bed. More later!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Play Group and Stuff!
Well, it has been a big week for Lil’ G. We have been to 2 playgroups. She loves the playgroup. It is funny. She gathers up all the toys she can get her hands on. She tries to take the balls away from other kids. I guess I should get her some balls to play with. The other day she got ran over by a baby stroller, poked in the eye, and kicked in the head. Yet she still had fun.
She is sitting up now, so that means she is getting some grub. So far I’ve given her applesauce and sweet potatoes. She isn’t too big a fan of applesauce but she seems to like the sweet potatoes. She is also running around the whole house in her walker now. Before she kind of kept to one little area – now she is all over and into everything. I really gotta order the “child-proofing” stuff soon! And poor little Conan is completely terrorized now that she is mobile.
I have also sort of started the potty training. For the past week when she gets up in the morning I put her in the bidet, make the potty sign, and say, “Go potty? Tinkle?” and she goes. Yesterday, when she did it I saw a look of comprehension come over her face – like she understood she was doing it when she went tinkle. So, today instead of it taking a couple minutes to get her to go she has been going right away when I put her in and make the sign. I started putting her in after she wakes up from her naps, too, and it is working.
Tomorrow I have to go to a welcome luncheon with the Canadian ladies, and afterwards Beth and I are going to Auchans. Auchans is like the giant, super Wal*Mart of Italy. They have these little potties for little bitty kids and I am going to get Sammi one. They only cost about $3 and then she will have her own place to go, even though it is pretty handy to just put her in the bidet. I figure her own “special” potty will make it even better. Plus, it is small enough I can take it with us when we go on trips.
There is lots going on now. It seems like we are keeping really busy and I have so much I want to write about, but I am always chasing after Lil’ G to keep her from breaking something or hurting herself. One of these days I’ll try to get caught up on all this stuff!
She is sitting up now, so that means she is getting some grub. So far I’ve given her applesauce and sweet potatoes. She isn’t too big a fan of applesauce but she seems to like the sweet potatoes. She is also running around the whole house in her walker now. Before she kind of kept to one little area – now she is all over and into everything. I really gotta order the “child-proofing” stuff soon! And poor little Conan is completely terrorized now that she is mobile.
I have also sort of started the potty training. For the past week when she gets up in the morning I put her in the bidet, make the potty sign, and say, “Go potty? Tinkle?” and she goes. Yesterday, when she did it I saw a look of comprehension come over her face – like she understood she was doing it when she went tinkle. So, today instead of it taking a couple minutes to get her to go she has been going right away when I put her in and make the sign. I started putting her in after she wakes up from her naps, too, and it is working.
Tomorrow I have to go to a welcome luncheon with the Canadian ladies, and afterwards Beth and I are going to Auchans. Auchans is like the giant, super Wal*Mart of Italy. They have these little potties for little bitty kids and I am going to get Sammi one. They only cost about $3 and then she will have her own place to go, even though it is pretty handy to just put her in the bidet. I figure her own “special” potty will make it even better. Plus, it is small enough I can take it with us when we go on trips.
There is lots going on now. It seems like we are keeping really busy and I have so much I want to write about, but I am always chasing after Lil’ G to keep her from breaking something or hurting herself. One of these days I’ll try to get caught up on all this stuff!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
We Have to Find the Buffy Rat!
I had a nice Labour Day weekend with my friends, but I will write about that later. Now I have a couple other topics that need to be discussed.
One is we still have no English TV. I’m going to try to get some soon but in the meantime we have been watching lots of DVDs. Some nights we just don’t feel like watching a whole movie so what is one to do? Well, for some reason when I was in Iraq someone from the States sent the COMPLETE 2nd SEASON of BUFFY the VAMPIRE SLAYER to me.
When Tiphanie and I lived in DC we would watch the X-Files every week, (That’s a bleepin dead alien!), but I would scorn her for watching Buffy. (How lame.) But all this time I couldn’t just throw these DVDs out – they were brand new, never opened. Well, it turns out that Italian TV is just the incentive for watching Buffy. Especially when you don’t want to watch a whole movie, what with the baby needing to be put to bed and all.
And dang it, I kind of like the Buffy. It is funny – but I still think Angel is hotter now as Booth. The last one we watched was the one where Zander has every female (girl, woman, crazy vampire chick, and even Buffy’s MOM) after him and then Buffy gets turned into a rat. Ha ha – and Giles says, “We have to find the Buffy rat.” Now that is humor, my friends.
I’m waiting until Jack gets back this weekend to watch anymore, though. The second season is only 8 DVDs ya know (that was back in the day when a season was a season.)
The next topic is M&Ms. When I got here they had the limited edition white chocolate M&Ms. So delicious. When I went back for more they were gone…gone forever!! Just like those yummy mint ones from a few years back. But you know what is NOT a good idea? A beige M&M. We bought a couple bags of the M&Ms in the “new, bold colors.” But they aren’t bold colors, they are muddy, dull, poor third-world country colors. Ya know how American colors are bright, clear and crisp - happy looking? Well, colors in other, poorer countries always look dull and muddy to me – and that is EXACTLY what these M&Ms look like. I can’t even eat them, they are too depressing. Maybe they are for all the immigrants, so M&Ms can be in the colors they are used to. Whatevah! I want my M&Ms to be the usual, normal colors!!
One is we still have no English TV. I’m going to try to get some soon but in the meantime we have been watching lots of DVDs. Some nights we just don’t feel like watching a whole movie so what is one to do? Well, for some reason when I was in Iraq someone from the States sent the COMPLETE 2nd SEASON of BUFFY the VAMPIRE SLAYER to me.
When Tiphanie and I lived in DC we would watch the X-Files every week, (That’s a bleepin dead alien!), but I would scorn her for watching Buffy. (How lame.) But all this time I couldn’t just throw these DVDs out – they were brand new, never opened. Well, it turns out that Italian TV is just the incentive for watching Buffy. Especially when you don’t want to watch a whole movie, what with the baby needing to be put to bed and all.
And dang it, I kind of like the Buffy. It is funny – but I still think Angel is hotter now as Booth. The last one we watched was the one where Zander has every female (girl, woman, crazy vampire chick, and even Buffy’s MOM) after him and then Buffy gets turned into a rat. Ha ha – and Giles says, “We have to find the Buffy rat.” Now that is humor, my friends.
I’m waiting until Jack gets back this weekend to watch anymore, though. The second season is only 8 DVDs ya know (that was back in the day when a season was a season.)
The next topic is M&Ms. When I got here they had the limited edition white chocolate M&Ms. So delicious. When I went back for more they were gone…gone forever!! Just like those yummy mint ones from a few years back. But you know what is NOT a good idea? A beige M&M. We bought a couple bags of the M&Ms in the “new, bold colors.” But they aren’t bold colors, they are muddy, dull, poor third-world country colors. Ya know how American colors are bright, clear and crisp - happy looking? Well, colors in other, poorer countries always look dull and muddy to me – and that is EXACTLY what these M&Ms look like. I can’t even eat them, they are too depressing. Maybe they are for all the immigrants, so M&Ms can be in the colors they are used to. Whatevah! I want my M&Ms to be the usual, normal colors!!
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