Monday, April 29

May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground

When I was 16 I took a month-long trip to Italy with my grandparents.  I saw a bunch of the Rome airport and Venice airport (it's actually called the Marco Polo airport, and I thought that was great!), but when we arrived in the town we were actually staying called Valdagno and within the first hour of being there I had been 'let out' for a walk and gotten carried away with the neat video camera I had (it was the 90s....) and subsequently gotten myself completely lost.   The moment I realized this I do happen to remember very clearly because it felt like although I should have obviously kept it in mind the whole time I had not thought of it until about 20 mins after I was supposed to be back from my travels.  Like it didn't even matter.  Overwhelming advice after the fact was that I should have just looked backward at the video I shot, and perhaps I would have if I hadn't been found soon after.  True story, my cousin Maurizio that I had never met before is the one who found me and I had just trusted that since he knew my name, he knew me, and went with him.  If we were in Mexico? ya maybe not.  








“When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.” 
― Elizabeth Gilbert

Monday, April 1

Threes & Ones | 31 on 03.31.13

The last time I shared my birthday with Easter I was 9.  I believe my parents put me in a nice dress and took me to Chuck E Cheese by myself.  I watched the creepy animatronic giant character band, ate pizza, and slowly sunk into the ball pit wondering why no one was there to play with me.

Don't worry, I'm fine now!  

Holiday birthday kids let me just say I feel for you, as your competition is usually Jesus and who wants to say they are more special than Jesus?  I get it.  This shared Easter birthday was not bad at all though and I even wore a nice dress just because.  All the egg hunting and egg dying festivities in the morning were pretty fun.  

This is where I mention that Easter dinner at my grandmothers is almost bigger than Christmas so what else could I really ask for?.. and she even blew up a bunch of balloons for me.  She's up there in years so that's a real effort; plus, there was Turkey and nothing is better than Turkey on your birthday.  Dare I say not even cake?





I have a fancy cheese and fancy wine I was gifted (separately) and planning to have but honestly I was way too full by the time we got home to even enjoy it, so I'm saving it for another night.  In fact the holiday might even have worked in my favour since it's made it so my birthday is 5 times as long as everyone wants to take me to dinner all week and we planned a Champagne girls night out the next week.  Hmm.. maybe I should say thanks Jesus!  






An 11,323 day old Me.



Let me just end this post with all the stuff we had at dinner for 8 adults, 3 little children.


20lb Turkey
Stuffing
Ham
Sausages
Breaded Veal Cutlets
Lasagna
3 bottles of wine
Breaded Artichoke hearts
Corn on the cob
Rapini
Broccoli
Mashed Potatoes
Gravy
Cranberry sauce
Homemade bread loaf
Birthday Cake
Ice Cream
Watermelon




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