While taking out the trash today, I realized that George Clooney made our pizza dinner.
It was so strange … I was like, “Why is this pizza box giving me such feelings?” When your trash looks like a Hollywood movie star, it’s not so much a chore!
I googled “George Clooney pizza box” and discovered this has been a thing for YEARS. Amazing. You learn something new every day. We will now be ordering frequently from George Clooney Pizza. If we ever travel to Cannes or down to his house in Italy again, I will get a clean box with the hopes for a signature.
Last night, I checked out the G7 Summit news and photos from Taormina, Sicily, and recognized some spots from our visit there last summer. I think this is the main street where the leaders of Britain, Canada, France, Germany, Italy and Japan walked together. Continue reading →
I am missing two gluteus maximus muscles. Realized this last night when trying to hold up a pair of yoga pants. They were last seen with certainty covered by white bloomers at a beer festival last September. Continue reading →
When you are 3,650 weeks pregnant, and it’s nearly 90-degrees Fahrenheit, and your adopted country doesn’t *do* air conditioning, you sit under the ceiling fans on full-blast and guilt-trip your minions to bring you fresh smoothies all day.
I had this kid all to myself today! We ate cereal for lunch, and he let me nap with no interruption. Whenever I needed something, he responded with a chipper “Okey-dokey!” and brought me whatever was requested. Later, we sang (and maybe head-banged) to some Guns N’ Roses, and then he quietly sat and watched a movie during my afternoon appointment. Continue reading →
My sweet girl went to her first formal dance last week. Her middle school organized it as a last special event for the eighth graders before they all head off to high school.
Since we’re putting all three kids into the German school system beginning next year, this may be the only opportunity for Miss C to attend a formal dance. So, we allowed her to invite a friend — a fellow American who lives in our village — as her date. Continue reading →
With Martin away for a business trip, and our nanny visiting family in the United States, I am completely on my own with the kids this week. Just on Monday morning alone, I dealt with a missing permission slip crisis, a tick discovery followed by tick removal that sounded like major surgery without anesthesia, school drop-off, and a “sprint” to my own appointments and meetings at my full-time job until I had to dash back home to get the girls to their spring music concert.
Martin and I were at the hospital last Friday for a visit with our birthing team after my appointment Wednesday with my doctor showed some maternal issues that we’re monitoring.
Even though these things are monitored for all pregnant woman at any age, nevertheless, as my doctor explained the issues at our Wednesday appointment, I thought of the song “Old Gray Mare” from my childhood. The old, gray mare…she ain’t what she used to be!
I don’t remember pregnancy being this complicated when I was 22 years old! Continue reading →