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We've All Gonz Crazy

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Travel. Shenanigans. Daily Life. Deep thoughts. 

 
 

Life in Aviano

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Placing cowboy Santa at the top of the tree
Harry and Frank. A recipe for disaster.
Hey, Ms. G. Are you going anywhere for Thanksgiving? Mmmhmmm. I’m going to get in my bed and not get out until somebody forces me to adult.
What’s better than a fried apple slice coated in funnel cake batter and powdered sugar? A little slice of frittele di mele heaven with the bird. Shortly after this photo was taken, she burst into a fit of snorting giggles because the live band was singing a song that kept saying “butt” in different ways in Italian. She jumped off of the bench and danced around with her bootie shaking, powdered sugar on her nose and fritter still in hand.
You get a Yes! And you get a Yes! And you get a Yes! #4thgradenotes
After chopping my hair at the end of last school year, my hair is finally long enough for my curls to start poppin’ again. Hello ringlets! I’ve missed you! Friends, the next time I decide to chop my hair off, smack me with a rolled up magazine and yell, “No!”
Not today, Stinky. Not today.
I choose you.
May you be as happy as a fat cat on a quilt.
You were meant for me, and I was meant for you. P.S. I just can’t quit you. #summerdiet
When you have somewhere to be and it takes three hours to get your family out of the door and you’re already a little hangry and a lot irritated, what you don’t want to hear is that you’ve got a flat tire during a week when the whole country is literally on vacation. You might consider yourself screwed, just like the tire you’re staring at in disbelief. But then you take another look and see the little girl in the “Legit Daddy’s Girl” shirt joyfully learning how to change a tire, and you realize your whole day of rushing and griping and aggressive side-eyeing has built up to this moment right here with the whole family putting a donut on the car in the sunshine and late summer breeze. It’s in this moment that you remember that you love these people and you like donuts (just not this kind), and you’ll eventually get to where you need to go. You’ve just got to slow your roll a bit to get there.
A few weeks ago, a mystery iron post was installed between two cement pillars a few houses down. We passed it every day and wondered aloud what on earth this brown metal post was for. Then a new gate was put behind it, replacing an old worn out gate held together with scraps of wood and chicken wire. A few days later, a neighbor invited us to join her and the rest of the neighborhood in front of the gate for a mini celebration and ribbon cutting. Something large had been placed on the post and covered with a sheet. That evening, our quiet street corner was crowded with neighbors as the ribbon was cut, prosecco bottles were popped, and a little free library was unveiled! Evelyn, excited to join in, ran home and grabbed some books in Italian to place into the little library to share then chose a book for herself. Since the unveiling, the corner has become a mini hub of activity as neighbors peruse the titles, drop off books to share, and chit chat. This tiny red treasure box on the corner is such a joy. “Can I go to the little library?” is Evie’s new favorite question, and I hope she never stops asking. #littlefreelibrary
When the bird crept into my room last night and scared me half to death standing inches from my face, I groggily growled “fine” and held the covers while she crawled into my bed. This morning, I’m grasping at this moment, these memories, this season that is evolving and changing so quickly. Somebody tell me I have more time. Tell me I have years left with her arms and legs akimbo, stolen covers, and lack of space. Let me trade my sleep for the snuggles and morning breath. Already she’s up and cleaned and brushed and clothed while I still lay here, my prayers are tearful puddles on my pillow. Please, don’t let this season end too fast. Please, don’t let this season end too fast.
Apple slice snacks at 9:30pm. Grocery store comic books in Italian. Dirty dishes in the sink left for the morning. Summer Sundays are almost gone, but not yet. Not yet.
Weather.com says it feels like 101 outside. Our thermostat says it’s 85 in the house. Hormones say, “You really need brownies and peach galettes.” The hormones won, y’all. Also, my husband isn’t talking to me now. #bakinginthisheat
My favorite kind of traffic.