Welcome to the "used to- not used to game"

Something I am getting used to-

Seeing older women in "housecoats"

So many of them, here in the boonies, wear these blue-patterned dresses that button down the front. Along with the uniform, comes the old-lady scornful looks when you drive by. (I will try and get a photo.)

Something I am not getting used to-

The horrible horrible smells here in the country. Yesterday it smelled like a mixture of body odor and manure. It was awful- sharp, powerful, disgusting. The pungent odor settles over you like a blanket of stink. It's never the same stench two days in a row. Once, My Man almost fell off his motocicletta because the stink slapped him in the face.

Mommy-o, what IS that smell????

This child has been hit by the wall of stink.

I swear it wasn't me.

Comments

Unknown said…

You all are super cuute! Linda had your bonfire pics show up on her pc desktop and then the latest pics of J and kids!! Curious! We figured it out! Miss and heart you! Shoxox

January 17, 2008 at 3:49 PM

mimi and papa said…

What happened to the toasty aroma of burning logs that permeated the brisk air during the month of November? Your man, pup and lovely daughters look so cute, despite the adverse reactions to the unpleasant odors in the atmosphere. Sending kisses and huggies and all my love.
Mimi

January 18, 2008 at 10:34 PM

nanny said…

Carina,
I would question that Pug. I'm not sure I believe him! But, maybe it is those pigs. Ah the pain we endure for prosciuto. No pain no gain.
Ciao bambini,
Molto amore, Nannio

January 19, 2008 at 11:07 AM

nanny said…

Oops, the would be prosciutto. I knew it looked wrong. At least it is not cavallo....or maybe it is?

January 19, 2008 at 11:10 AM

Have a Very Merry Un-birthday to you, to you....

The tallest of the small is 6.5 years old. We had the usual half-birthday fun. At school, on her half-birthday, one of her friends told her that half birthdays aren't real. She mentioned this to me when she got off the bus. Then she asked me if half birthdays are "real." Hmmmmm. "What do you think?" I asked her (love that parenting technique). Well, she explained that lots of people don't celebrate their half birthdays, most people probably. But since we do, they are real for us. Sounds good to me : ) You get to celebrate their lives twice as many times- how can I resist, besides, it involves CAKE people! Happy half-birthday!

One afternoon, we decided to go into Pordenone to walk around and check out the city, perhaps to have a tasty cappuccino. Sounds fairly simple....we set off in the morning and all went well until we got into the city. Driving here is like playing a video game, only if you hit a pedestrian, you are going to Italian jail for life. There are people walking, people riding bicycles, dogs running, cars, motor scooters, taxis, and buses with which to contend, not to mention one-way streets and the penchant for Italians to post 10 signs when we Yanks would only post one- maybe two if it were a really scary situation. No small task- also, there are usually two small folks in the seat behind me saying, "mama?" over and over again. Now you would think that Juney and I would have our Navigator/Co-pilot roles fairly well ironed out by now. That is also not quite the case- shall we say we need more practice with our roles? I think that would be fair, Nanny, no? I think this might be the on...

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