longing for italia

the porcinis were in season and my friends in riomaggiore took me and a group to alto palatto to have them every way you can imagine them prepared. we drove over the mountain from the seaside town down dark winding roads to find the restaurant. we had fresh sliced porcinis drizzled with olive oil and shaved parmesan, porcinis stuffed with herbs, deep fried porcini bombs, risotto with porcinis, and somehow i think they were in the dessert too. we finished off the meal with an espresso and rolled home. it was but one of many great meals i shared with simone and his crew. ooooo, i just remembered the summer meals at la lanterna, pomodoro fresca, pan fried sardines, langostones...i still crave proscuitto and melone every day of summer, fresh salty, olive focaccia bread, and the delicious green figs y'all introduced me to. those were the days.

no red & black here...

unless you count this, which is my alma mater from high school and thereby allows me to come by the red/black naturally. had my 25th reunion this weekend...just as i suspected...life is what you make it. peace.

hey big kid

further proof that this site does not bleed red and black. buzz buzz buzz

ready for a companion

not sure which one of these guys it'll be, but i'm headed to the shelter. gotta rescue some little guy and bring him home to this big ole yard i got and this big ole heart. i guess this is why single girls get dogs. oh well, i love dogs and i know they're gonna love me, unconditionally. :-)

i dont wanna be right

but the statistics are bearing down on this 40 something single woman. i feel like goldilocks stuck in some eternal bed-sampling fairytale. of course i'm sampling who's in the bed moreso than the tempu-pedic memory foam. one guy's older and wont make the move, lest he look lecherous, but i've given all the signals that i want him to MAKE THAT MOVE; the young guy flirts so well and lures me in with his clever, refreshing, straight-forward words and then develops a conscience...fear of god even. then there are the cyclists, the ones i could get out and about with and be physical without being 'physical' with...but they really dont want a riding partner, they just want women to think they are hot b/c they ride. so none of them have showed up yet. i think they are hot, but i'd think they were hotter if they actually wanted to come ride with me. that leaves 'fudgy the whale', a brilliant wit hiding in atlanta who knows i get him...when others dont. he pictures me a hot latina in a flamenco dress, hey we all like to play dress up right. come on, just step up and see for pete's sake. i'm here, i'm real, and i'm great...for someone.

1st broken arm

well it was bound to happen to an 8-year old boy. school starts monday and in order to impress the girls of 3rd grade, nick did a monkey bar trick on the playground last night at open house...and now he has a cool red accessory for school! get out your markers. i'd carry his books, wouldn't you?

longest yard sale in america

yep, 450 miles long. starts in alabama and ends in kentucky and i'll be there, shopping for treasures amongst the doilies, thimbles, hubcaps, candles, and fiesta ware. mom, my aunt and i are heading up to the family farm in tennessee which we will use as base camp for daily jaunts out into the madness. personally, i'm taking my bike along and plan to sneak away for a few side road country rides. apparently this is the 19th annual event and guests come from all over, yes even canada and mexico! check it out here, it starts today and goes thru sunday. jealous aren't ya?

okay i went and i scored! coffee table, old wooden desk chair, wrought iron shelf stand, 2 wall mirrors, orange tea towels, and yes, 2 token ceramic thimbles with cherubs on them. all for $150 smackers. wow.

rewind

last weekend, all of the relics from the 80s music scene in athens turned out for a flashback, reunion, rewind weekend. people watching was at a premium and performances by bands of old were staged over the 2 days. pylon, oh ok, and timetoy played, former fabulous djs spun records, yes vinyl, and lots of teenagers with access passes watched from the 40 watt. it was fun to see all the faces that havent really changed, just a little thicker thru the middle, and meet the kids. many old photos and videos were dug up and shown about town to recharge the memories of those of us who just cant recall it all. all it takes is song or a photo though and it all comes rushing back. a great nostalgic weekend. and don't worry kim, i kissed everyone you would have wanted to...in your honor!