Tuesday, December 25, 2007

You Better Watch Out...

...Santa is coming tonight!

Merry Christmas to all you fab mommies! May Santa bring you lots of happiness and joy...and why not...maybe a new pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes!!


Thursday, December 20, 2007

It's Only Getting Better By The Minute...

...yes, in fact now my harmless cold seems to have turned into this feroucious bronchitis.

I can't stop coughing.

I sound like a trucker.

I feel like a trucker.

I nevere thought how unsexy it is the sound of your wife/trucker with her constant nagging, coughing and yes, let's be honest here...the occasional spitting too.

Poor hubby...you're such a trooper. I guess you remember now our wedding vows...SICKNESS...wealth..and all that stuff huh?

Saturday, December 15, 2007

That's What I Get For Going Out Dancing....

...a nasty nasty cold. At first I thought it was hangover, but when the feeling lasted a little longer then the usual 48 hours and my nose started dripping like a melting snowball (huh?), I knew that I was in for some fun.

And of course now everyone around me is sick.

We have been living off chicken noodle soup and nasal spray, but things haven't really improved, yet.

I figured I have until Monday morning, when hubby has to go back to work, to pull my shit together.

For now...I'm gonna enjoy a little longer my relationship with my bed/remote control/favorite book.

Friday, December 14, 2007

14 Months

Today my little boy is 14 months old. Happy Birthday little man. And forget all the crap everybody is saying about not celebrating months anymore, but just years of your life.
Here, I shut it even louder..HAAAPPPYYYY BIRTHDAAAYYY!!

Thank you for being so wonderful and for surprising me every day with one of your amazing new trick, like kicking a soccer ball, undressing yourself or opening every single cabinet in the bathroom to smell mommy's parfumes.

I love you more every second, if that's even possible.


Thursday, December 13, 2007

Feel Like Dancing?

So Tuesday night my husband and I went out dancing. To tell you the truth it was a very spare the moment type of thing and we just went with it. I booked a sitter for the night and off we went.
It was a record release party, at a club, a real club. One of my favorite clubs, to be exact. And we had a blast.
It felt so good to be out, dancing, talking to other people, drinking, talking a little more and drinking a little more.

See, that's what I love about New York City. It was only Tuesday night, but there were a ton of people out. And for a few hours I felt young and free again. The guilt of leaving our son at home with a stranger only hit a couple of times, but it was nothing that a good couple of tequila shots couldn't tame. It was good to feel intoxicated by the alcohol, cigarette smoke and incredibly loud music and I loved every minute of it.

Until Luca reminded me, at 6am, that I'm his and only his. Obviously not happy to be left at home with a stranger and knowing that we came back home at 2.30am, he decided to teach me a lesson. And a good one too!

(Now I know why we never go out anymore. It's too much work and it takes me 2 days to recover).

Thursday, December 6, 2007

First Signs That You're Becoming Addicted To The Blogosphere:

1) You search hysterically every single blog you can think of to see if there are any new posts
2) You don't even read, let alone understand the content of the post
3) You start mentioning your fellow blogger in your everyday conversations...like they're basically your best friends
4) You're starting to neglet your kid and his immediate need for food
5) Your ass hurts so much for spending too much time on the computer

So what I did was taking a couple of weeks off from the blogging madness, no posting, no reading, no writing any comments (sorry, my friends!) and see if I would survive.
The result of the experiment: I felt great for the first week. No headaches, no double vision and no backache (gee...it certainly sounds like a lot of work, when in reality all I do is just sittingon my ass, reading and biting my nails!).
By the second week I was bored to death and that's when I discover another dangerous tool: Ebay.

Now I need to detox from it before I end up totally broke or completely naked after I've sold everything in my closet.
Huh...Who would have thought I had such an addictive personality?

Result of the experiment: It is definitely much cheaper to read blogs and I'm gonna stick with it!