Monthly Archives: May 2006

29th May, 35 years old

On one’s birthday one should eat cake.
One should eat as much cake as one wants.
If this means eating mimosa, chocolate tartufi and rum baba whilst one is given incredulous stares from the other patrons one should not give a shit.


only in Italy…

…do builders get their morning coffee delivered by a waiter…in cups on a flipping tray (my eyes are tired from all this rolling)

We’re hip hopping around the living room

Much to daddy’s horror, B Girl and I have finally found an Italian singer we like. Fabri Fibra (turn up your speakers).
Normally our main objection to Italian bands is that they seem to have bypassed the punk era, they are altogether too clean and predictable. We like Fibra because he’s somewhat dirty.
In the beginning I thought this song was applause for fibre, as in All Bran, a sentiment I’d have to go along with, however fibre in Italian is fibre not fibra. Nonetheless we are loving the video, especially because there are some hot Italian guys in it and girls sporting leg warmers on their arms, (a look I was rocking some three years ago, but hey I’ll forgive them that).
anyway applausi, applausi, applausi per Fibra, Fibra, Fibra, Fibra (and I really mean that).

Happy mother’s day…

…to all mums out there. I’m finally starting to appreciate what it means to be a mother and I take my hat to you all.

These little coriander seedlings were my gifts to my mother in-law and nonnas in-law. This is the kind of thing that would make my mum cry, but because she’s too far away to get a seedling I’m growing one especially for her to eat when she arrives in July. Happy mothers day mummy!
(yes alright I admit it I do call my mum mummy)

This was my gift from B Girl via Stef. Isn’t it incredible how they managed to find something that is so perfectly me? What with her being only 10 months old and him being a man, it is truly, truly astonishing.

Yeah right, don’t make me laugh! You so know I had to go choose this myself. (rolls eyes several times)

and so it begins



I’m talking sunburn not tattoo.
Its the start of May and, despite the heat, the beach is still deserted. B Girl and I pretty much had it to ourselves. You wouldn’t believe how much it changes and that’s why I’ve added a new feature in the left hand column. Now you can watch it turn from blissfull haven to Dante’s inferno with me.

p.s. please don’t mention the tattoo to my dad.

The most useful Italian phrase ever

Va bene kind of means good and I use it ALOT. However now I stop to think about it there’s a possibility I might be over using it.

For example this is me today:

Would you like a bag?
Yes, good.

Can I help you with the pushchair?
No, good.

and the baby? (I get asked this about 20 times a day)
yes, good

sorry there are no prawns left.
ok, good

Would you come to a mass on Sunday if it’s in English? (don’t even ask)
yes, good (truth – no, good)

How are you?
good, good

It occurs to me that I’ve become that idiotic foreigner who says please thank you when they just mean please


…va bene

Sometimes I ask myself why do I bother?

In the land where cake is king for breakfast (I kid ye not, they do not eat toast and marmite here) a girl has to take drastic measures when dieting.
Hence this:

Meet the homemade all bran and chocolate muffin, weighing in at 150 calories. Now you may think ‘wow that’s a teeny weeny muffin’ but you’d be wrong, it’s just a very big plate.

Sorry that picture has to go…

Hence this random post about sod all. Today is clean my room day, I want you to see the huge pile of clothes that has found it’s way onto my bedroom floor.

As you can see I have lost control.

…and these are my lovely, lovely basil and coriander seedlings. Stef killed most of them one night when I asked him to water the plants and he gave them about a teaspoon of water. These are the only survivors.
Root (rolls eyes) for them with me…

Honestly it was only 4 or 5…

I have no idea who this is since I gave up smoking two years ago and I don’t weigh 80 kilos.
As this picture appeared on my camera on Saturday night I can only assume that my fatter twin, who smokes, is stalking me…

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