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Lucia Mancini - out
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Viva Italia!
I thought this was a little appropriate...
Lucia Mancini - out
Lucia Mancini - out
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Move over Mustang Sally!
Here comes Mustang Daddy!!!
I was on the computer finalizing my will and testament in case I die going to Europe, when Beaver called. (Beaver, for those who don't know, is my brother's nickname) He wanted to stop by for a quick smoke, "Sure" I said. ONE minute later, his girlfriend Caroline calls "We are kinda of in a rush so can you wait outside?". I held my breath and said "Okaaaaay" and hung up a little annoyed because I HATE being rushed but whatever... so as I go to open my front door I see this HOT Mustang (I've always wanted a Mustang but kinda knew that it was a stupid expense and that I would die as I have some speeding and road rage issues). coming up my driveway. And then I look in the driver's seat, and there he is, grinning like a mad man, my Dad! What the *bleep*?!
I didn't know WHAT to say! At first I thought he had rented it or something, or borrowed it from one of his mafia friends, but no, he bought it last Thursday. To top it all off, I saw him all weekend and he never said a word, he had me convinced that he was going to buy a SmartCar to replace his shitty 1987 Jeep Cherokee. He had to SHOW me his ownership papers for me to believe him. Why did I not believe him? Let me tell you why: My Mom!
Everytime my dad would dare say the M word it made her think back to the 70's when hanging motors, oil puddles, and toxic fumes were a far too common thing in their garage. And the fact that a week or so after my dad had his 1969 Mustang he drove into a phone pole. Still insists that he didn't know the car was that powerful....riiiiight. So I'm sure Mom celebrated when my dad finally sold his Mustang when she was prego with Beaver - little did she know...
So I asked her last night "As if you let him buy one?!" All she said was "Well, we needed a car so..." I was dumbfounded, she must be planning an expensive trip or something. I must admit its nice to see my dad this giddy - like a little kid in a candy store. We went for a spin and you could tell he was excited, kinda brought him back to the good ol' days of bellbottoms and perms. The second best part is that my dad told me that when I get back from my trip, that he will show me how to drive it!! GIDDIUP!
Double D - out
I was on the computer finalizing my will and testament in case I die going to Europe, when Beaver called. (Beaver, for those who don't know, is my brother's nickname) He wanted to stop by for a quick smoke, "Sure" I said. ONE minute later, his girlfriend Caroline calls "We are kinda of in a rush so can you wait outside?". I held my breath and said "Okaaaaay" and hung up a little annoyed because I HATE being rushed but whatever... so as I go to open my front door I see this HOT Mustang (I've always wanted a Mustang but kinda knew that it was a stupid expense and that I would die as I have some speeding and road rage issues). coming up my driveway. And then I look in the driver's seat, and there he is, grinning like a mad man, my Dad! What the *bleep*?!
I didn't know WHAT to say! At first I thought he had rented it or something, or borrowed it from one of his mafia friends, but no, he bought it last Thursday. To top it all off, I saw him all weekend and he never said a word, he had me convinced that he was going to buy a SmartCar to replace his shitty 1987 Jeep Cherokee. He had to SHOW me his ownership papers for me to believe him. Why did I not believe him? Let me tell you why: My Mom!
Everytime my dad would dare say the M word it made her think back to the 70's when hanging motors, oil puddles, and toxic fumes were a far too common thing in their garage. And the fact that a week or so after my dad had his 1969 Mustang he drove into a phone pole. Still insists that he didn't know the car was that powerful....riiiiight. So I'm sure Mom celebrated when my dad finally sold his Mustang when she was prego with Beaver - little did she know...
So I asked her last night "As if you let him buy one?!" All she said was "Well, we needed a car so..." I was dumbfounded, she must be planning an expensive trip or something. I must admit its nice to see my dad this giddy - like a little kid in a candy store. We went for a spin and you could tell he was excited, kinda brought him back to the good ol' days of bellbottoms and perms. The second best part is that my dad told me that when I get back from my trip, that he will show me how to drive it!! GIDDIUP!
Double D - out
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
I'm out from hiding!
It's been a while, I know. A lot of things have been going on lately and as a result, I've been ignoring my loyal and devoted readers. But, the good news is, is that I am back and I am P-U-M-P-E-D!!!
I took a glimpse at my weekly planner this morning and saw that much important number. Today's number is 10. Yes, 10 days until we leave for a trip of a lifetime to Europe!Rob and I have been planning this trip since October of last year so the thought that it is only 10 days away is crazy...and scary.
I mean, we haven't even started packing or anything! I am freaking out a little...I mean, Rob and I are very organized people, so there is NO excuse for why our bags aren't already packed and ready to go. Not only that, I have NO idea what to bring along for a month's worth of clothes. When we went to Cuba for a WEEK, I had a suitcase dedicated to shoes only (shut up!). For this 1-month trip we have 2 backpacks, yes 2, not 4, but 2! So what in the hell am I supposed to do? How do I prioritize my choice in clothing? Do I bring all my underwear, or just enough for a week and wash them on a weekly basis? Do I bring one fancy dress, or two? What about shoes? I don't even know where to begin with shoes...
See how demented I am? I am leaving on a dream vacation, and all I can think about is what to wear, or not wear. But who can blame me? People dress like Hollywood stars over there. No Old Navy and Payless specials here, no sir! It's all about 500$ designer shoes (they too have a dedicated suitcase, I am sure of it!) and 2000$ outfits. And then, there will be me - the typical tourist (gasp!) all decked out in a t-shirt, capris, camera, and running shoes (I have back problems okay!). I can just hear them now... "Wow, how pi-ti-full, ze mus be a Quebecer!". Nooooooooooo! Okay, that was just a dream, just a silly little dream.
Okay, no more playing around, this is serious. I officially dedicate Friday as Packing Day. First, I will stuff my face with half a large pizza for energy, and then take on the impossible. I need to think of a strategy. Clinton? Stacey? Where are you?
Double D - out
I took a glimpse at my weekly planner this morning and saw that much important number. Today's number is 10. Yes, 10 days until we leave for a trip of a lifetime to Europe!
I mean, we haven't even started packing or anything! I am freaking out a little...I mean, Rob and I are very organized people, so there is NO excuse for why our bags aren't already packed and ready to go. Not only that, I have NO idea what to bring along for a month's worth of clothes. When we went to Cuba for a WEEK, I had a suitcase dedicated to shoes only (shut up!). For this 1-month trip we have 2 backpacks, yes 2, not 4, but 2! So what in the hell am I supposed to do? How do I prioritize my choice in clothing? Do I bring all my underwear, or just enough for a week and wash them on a weekly basis? Do I bring one fancy dress, or two? What about shoes? I don't even know where to begin with shoes...
See how demented I am? I am leaving on a dream vacation, and all I can think about is what to wear, or not wear. But who can blame me? People dress like Hollywood stars over there. No Old Navy and Payless specials here, no sir! It's all about 500$ designer shoes (they too have a dedicated suitcase, I am sure of it!) and 2000$ outfits. And then, there will be me - the typical tourist (gasp!) all decked out in a t-shirt, capris, camera, and running shoes (I have back problems okay!). I can just hear them now... "Wow, how pi-ti-full, ze mus be a Quebecer!". Nooooooooooo! Okay, that was just a dream, just a silly little dream.
Okay, no more playing around, this is serious. I officially dedicate Friday as Packing Day. First, I will stuff my face with half a large pizza for energy, and then take on the impossible. I need to think of a strategy. Clinton? Stacey? Where are you?
Double D - out
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