Ok, time has flown just a bit too fast from my last post. Mammamia, I can't believe it's been almost 3 weeks! The pressure builds for the next post and I can tell you that I don't have much to say right now, but I might as well get the boring post out of the way so I can move on to bigger and better...
So, where have I been, you ask? Well, with fever and flu and then in the midst of moving - way too many Ikea trips. I had plans to post the pics from carnevale, but they all got erased. I'm officially in my 2nd trimester as of yesterday and am looking forward to less fraglie times. I have been California dreamin' a lot lately. I've forgotten temporarily how to blog...I trust that my blog brain will come back soon. That's the update for now, my friends,
Monday, March 12, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
No suprise
| You Belong in Brooklyn |
 Down to earth and hard working, you're a true New Yorker. And although you may be turning into a yuppie, you never forget your roots. |
And, I've never even been to Amsterdam.....
| Your Inner European is Dutch! |
 Open minded and tolerant. You're up for just about anything. |
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Bed Rest, Part 2
Yep, you heard that right. I have once again been sentenced to bed rest. The good news is that bambino is good. The bad news is that la mamma took a la fall-a (no that's not an italian word, but I couldn't help myself :-). I slipped on a wet step yesterday at Mimmo's mom's house and fell backwards, hitting my back against the step. Ouch. So, I'm immobile at present, back to the couch, feet elevated and icing the back. I tried my best not to go stir crazy today and instead tried to find as much humor in the situation as possible. It helped that Leila called and I got a good long conversation in with her and then my mamma called shortly after. That's the thing about bedrest...it could perhaps be a bit more endurable if I was nearby friends or family members that could come visit me or have some decent t.v. or dvds to watch. Mimmo did go out and get me "Io, Tu, & Dupree" which I'm saving for tomorrow. Anybody have a good story to tell me?!
So, yesterday, before the fall, we had prenatal appt. #2 with Dr. Cicala and when we did the ultrasound, baby decided to wave! Ha! I'm glad he/she is doing good in there and moving around as la mamma is clumsily trying to get up and down :-)
So, yesterday, before the fall, we had prenatal appt. #2 with Dr. Cicala and when we did the ultrasound, baby decided to wave! Ha! I'm glad he/she is doing good in there and moving around as la mamma is clumsily trying to get up and down :-)
Monday, February 19, 2007
My very first meme
Ok, so I'm new to this whole blogging business, but supposedly ready for my first meme. Care of the lovely LVGurl. Thanks for breaking me in, LVGurl & showing me the ropes...
I need to write 6 things that are weird about me. Oh, I just wrote 3 below on my other post, do those count? Ok, I know, I know, I've got a lot more weird stuff where that came from. So, here we go:
1) At a young age, I was quite interested in dead things and trying to perform "operations" on them. What were these dead things, you ask...well, a roly-poly or a bee or much to my mother's complete and utter horror, she found me once with a dead mouse. She said she almost had a heart attack and then looked at me - I was so sad this mouse had died and was so lovingly (with my super powers) trying to revive it at age 5. Needless to say, I did not go on to become a surgeon and my mom bought me the game "operation" to play with instead.
2) When I'm in bad dream mode, I am often giving a speech where I must defend my position with whomever the bad guy is. To top this off, I can't get the words out because I'm having a hard time breathing. I usually wake up from these dreams to hear the end of my huffing and puffing, muffled speech outloud as Mimmo tries to soothe my forehead with "bad dream, huh?!,"
3) 1/4 of my right iris is a different color than the rest. Really, a perfect 1/4. My mom told me that they called it a "freckle" when I was born, but god knows where they got that from. It looks nothing like a freckle. Just a 1/4 lighter.
4) I come from a line of immigrants on both sides who came to America to seek opportunity and fortune. They left from the Philipines & Greece, worked hard so that their children could go on to get an education (both my mother and father got their Masters and worked as professionals in their fields of journalism and psychotherapy). Thus, I was born into opportunity and on the fruits of my grandparents' labors. And, what did I do? Decide to become an artist, never financially-secure, travel the world, and go back to live in a very similar place where they fought so hard to leave from.
5) I've been known to predict earthquakes and know what someone was going to say exactly right before they've said it.
6) I am the country mouse/city mouse all-in-one. I went to N.Y.U. in the middle of manhattan to U.C. Santa Cruz in the middle of the redwood forest for god's sake. I am equally comfortable in both places, yet can't take one for too long over the other (oy, N.Y. summers had me screaming to see trees, lakes, and mountains. Monte di Procida winters have me screaming to be in a lower east side bar, drinking a glass of wine, watching a band, and keeping warm in the crowded ballroom).
Now, the rules are, I must "tag" 6 other bloggers. I'm with LVGurl on this one...I don't know too many bloggers yet, but here we go...I tag Kristina K, Christine Arnesen, Tracie B., brynne, and...and...dang LVgurl, I can't tag you back and leanor rivoalan is only 3 months old here...so, I guess we will be 4 instead of 6.
Oh, and will someone please tell me how to link from your posts! y'all make it look so easy!
I need to write 6 things that are weird about me. Oh, I just wrote 3 below on my other post, do those count? Ok, I know, I know, I've got a lot more weird stuff where that came from. So, here we go:
1) At a young age, I was quite interested in dead things and trying to perform "operations" on them. What were these dead things, you ask...well, a roly-poly or a bee or much to my mother's complete and utter horror, she found me once with a dead mouse. She said she almost had a heart attack and then looked at me - I was so sad this mouse had died and was so lovingly (with my super powers) trying to revive it at age 5. Needless to say, I did not go on to become a surgeon and my mom bought me the game "operation" to play with instead.
2) When I'm in bad dream mode, I am often giving a speech where I must defend my position with whomever the bad guy is. To top this off, I can't get the words out because I'm having a hard time breathing. I usually wake up from these dreams to hear the end of my huffing and puffing, muffled speech outloud as Mimmo tries to soothe my forehead with "bad dream, huh?!,"
3) 1/4 of my right iris is a different color than the rest. Really, a perfect 1/4. My mom told me that they called it a "freckle" when I was born, but god knows where they got that from. It looks nothing like a freckle. Just a 1/4 lighter.
4) I come from a line of immigrants on both sides who came to America to seek opportunity and fortune. They left from the Philipines & Greece, worked hard so that their children could go on to get an education (both my mother and father got their Masters and worked as professionals in their fields of journalism and psychotherapy). Thus, I was born into opportunity and on the fruits of my grandparents' labors. And, what did I do? Decide to become an artist, never financially-secure, travel the world, and go back to live in a very similar place where they fought so hard to leave from.
5) I've been known to predict earthquakes and know what someone was going to say exactly right before they've said it.
6) I am the country mouse/city mouse all-in-one. I went to N.Y.U. in the middle of manhattan to U.C. Santa Cruz in the middle of the redwood forest for god's sake. I am equally comfortable in both places, yet can't take one for too long over the other (oy, N.Y. summers had me screaming to see trees, lakes, and mountains. Monte di Procida winters have me screaming to be in a lower east side bar, drinking a glass of wine, watching a band, and keeping warm in the crowded ballroom).
Now, the rules are, I must "tag" 6 other bloggers. I'm with LVGurl on this one...I don't know too many bloggers yet, but here we go...I tag Kristina K, Christine Arnesen, Tracie B., brynne, and...and...dang LVgurl, I can't tag you back and leanor rivoalan is only 3 months old here...so, I guess we will be 4 instead of 6.
Oh, and will someone please tell me how to link from your posts! y'all make it look so easy!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Manic Mom's Contest
I came across Manic Mom's blog & saw she's having a contest. The deal is, she's looking for interesting stories and will not blog until she gets 100 comment-entries. So, if you go pay a visit, you are to write about what makes you interesting/ unique/different from all the rest. And, you may even just win a prize...
Go to:
http://manicmommy.blogspot.com/
(oh, and will someone please help me out and tell me how to link?! I've tried several times the blogger way with control/shift/a with no luck. uh, i'm a neo-blogger!)
This was my entry:
"I'm a Greek-Filipina Californian now married to an Italian - living on the bay of Napoli.
My birth was announced on television on KABC in Los Angeles on September 17, 1974, saying "we'd like to announce a new member of the KABC news team..."
And, at 5, I was on Romper Room...
hmm...how many strange and interesting personal facts are we allowed here?
Last one...on how I ended up in Italy...
I came to Italy to do a month-long theatre workshop and ended up going to Rome on a visit and realized that I was supposed to move there...no, not in a year, not in a few months, but right then and there which at that time meant NOW. I did just that and never went home with the rest of the group of american actors."
Go to:
http://manicmommy.blogspot.com/
(oh, and will someone please help me out and tell me how to link?! I've tried several times the blogger way with control/shift/a with no luck. uh, i'm a neo-blogger!)
This was my entry:
"I'm a Greek-Filipina Californian now married to an Italian - living on the bay of Napoli.
My birth was announced on television on KABC in Los Angeles on September 17, 1974, saying "we'd like to announce a new member of the KABC news team..."
And, at 5, I was on Romper Room...
hmm...how many strange and interesting personal facts are we allowed here?
Last one...on how I ended up in Italy...
I came to Italy to do a month-long theatre workshop and ended up going to Rome on a visit and realized that I was supposed to move there...no, not in a year, not in a few months, but right then and there which at that time meant NOW. I did just that and never went home with the rest of the group of american actors."
Tides 'a turnin'...or my personal apology to Ms. Italia
So, after an incredibly shitty Friday, things have shifted on the up and up...can I get an A-MEN?!
Sometimes, I do believe one needs to rant/exorcise/break-down if you will, to get to the other side...
I awoke Saturday to a sunny, veramente bella giornata. It seemed that whatever Italia was givin' me the week before, well, she had plans to make it up to me today. I felt bad, Ms. Italia, as I had scorned you so on my Friday post. But, I'm glad that we kissed and made up because I did remember some of the reasons why I loved you & still do...
I will count the ways...
1) Sunny, warm February days with the sea sparkling below
2) The perfect cappucino by my excellent local barista - Enrico from Bar Pina
3) Mimmo catching word in the piazza that Pasquale (the best fisherman in Monte di Procida) was coming back from sea this afternoon & jetting down to the pier at Aquamorta to await his little boat and find his catch with the rest of the locals gathered who also got word
4) Taking a walk along the path where I can look out onto our boat, Procida, & Ischia in the background
5) Seeing Dr. Leonardo Coppola in the piazza (who seriously is my own personal savior right now...I need to devote an entire post to Leonardo soon to explain why) and getting my blood work tests back from him, right there in his car, to hear "Tutto o.k.!," with much relief
6) Having a long leisurely lunch with Mimmo in our home on a Saturday with fresh fish, spaghetti with seafood - none of which I even lifted a finger to cook
I also got a couple helpful emails from people on the Expats in Italy site, giving me suggestions for speeding up my permesso problem along with an email from the woman who originally posted - my fellow pregnant Americana in Napoli - that was not only helpful, but made me laugh at some of our similarities...she also gave me good tip on where to get El paso taco chips, guacamole, & salsa here :-). I talked to my own mamma and Tsilli and am just starting to find new community on the blog thing, here...included with the new, a reconnection with the old...Tracie B.! Who, if you haven't already discovered, you must go to her blog 'cuz it's dang good!:
http://mylifeitalian.blogspot.com
But, the topper of it all my friends, is that guess who came by and gave an early visit this morning?! The polizia at 9:00 am! How, you're asking is this a good thing?! Well, it's not just a good thing, it's a near miracle! I have been waiting for my permesso di soggiorno to be processed (my paperwork for making me totally legit and able to get free healthcare here in Italy) for much too long. The process had been stalled because we've been waiting for the police to come by our home to check & make sure that Mimmo and I are indeed co-habitating together. This is whole 'nother story, but in short, the process has been frustrating and also anxiety-provoking. This is an important step because as soon as that's done, my permesso can be processed, I can then apply for residency, & then get my card that allows me to get health care free! Mimmo & I were sleeping when we heard the doorbell ring & Mimmo said "Don't answer it," assuming that it was Clotilda, our 70-something-old neighbor who, although seems like a sweet little old lady, can be, well, pessante. After several rings & our alarm going off, I was already awake & thought, I'll just have a look out the peephole. I saw a police man start to make his way from our door down the stairs, and immediately opened the door. I have never been so happy to see a policeman in my life! So...yes...it seems the tides are turnin....Grazie dio!
Today is carnevale in Monte di Procida and although the weather's not looking so good, I hope to get some good pics in to share with y'all.
Happy Sunday, everyone!
Sometimes, I do believe one needs to rant/exorcise/break-down if you will, to get to the other side...
I awoke Saturday to a sunny, veramente bella giornata. It seemed that whatever Italia was givin' me the week before, well, she had plans to make it up to me today. I felt bad, Ms. Italia, as I had scorned you so on my Friday post. But, I'm glad that we kissed and made up because I did remember some of the reasons why I loved you & still do...
I will count the ways...
1) Sunny, warm February days with the sea sparkling below
2) The perfect cappucino by my excellent local barista - Enrico from Bar Pina
3) Mimmo catching word in the piazza that Pasquale (the best fisherman in Monte di Procida) was coming back from sea this afternoon & jetting down to the pier at Aquamorta to await his little boat and find his catch with the rest of the locals gathered who also got word
4) Taking a walk along the path where I can look out onto our boat, Procida, & Ischia in the background
5) Seeing Dr. Leonardo Coppola in the piazza (who seriously is my own personal savior right now...I need to devote an entire post to Leonardo soon to explain why) and getting my blood work tests back from him, right there in his car, to hear "Tutto o.k.!," with much relief
6) Having a long leisurely lunch with Mimmo in our home on a Saturday with fresh fish, spaghetti with seafood - none of which I even lifted a finger to cook
I also got a couple helpful emails from people on the Expats in Italy site, giving me suggestions for speeding up my permesso problem along with an email from the woman who originally posted - my fellow pregnant Americana in Napoli - that was not only helpful, but made me laugh at some of our similarities...she also gave me good tip on where to get El paso taco chips, guacamole, & salsa here :-). I talked to my own mamma and Tsilli and am just starting to find new community on the blog thing, here...included with the new, a reconnection with the old...Tracie B.! Who, if you haven't already discovered, you must go to her blog 'cuz it's dang good!:
http://mylifeitalian.blogspot.com
But, the topper of it all my friends, is that guess who came by and gave an early visit this morning?! The polizia at 9:00 am! How, you're asking is this a good thing?! Well, it's not just a good thing, it's a near miracle! I have been waiting for my permesso di soggiorno to be processed (my paperwork for making me totally legit and able to get free healthcare here in Italy) for much too long. The process had been stalled because we've been waiting for the police to come by our home to check & make sure that Mimmo and I are indeed co-habitating together. This is whole 'nother story, but in short, the process has been frustrating and also anxiety-provoking. This is an important step because as soon as that's done, my permesso can be processed, I can then apply for residency, & then get my card that allows me to get health care free! Mimmo & I were sleeping when we heard the doorbell ring & Mimmo said "Don't answer it," assuming that it was Clotilda, our 70-something-old neighbor who, although seems like a sweet little old lady, can be, well, pessante. After several rings & our alarm going off, I was already awake & thought, I'll just have a look out the peephole. I saw a police man start to make his way from our door down the stairs, and immediately opened the door. I have never been so happy to see a policeman in my life! So...yes...it seems the tides are turnin....Grazie dio!
Today is carnevale in Monte di Procida and although the weather's not looking so good, I hope to get some good pics in to share with y'all.
Happy Sunday, everyone!
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