Once upon a time in Texas, there was a girl with an appetite and a dream...
Hey everybody, I need your help as we have a serious problem in the neighborhood. Apparently, there is some elderly woman who breaks into my parents' house at night, uses my brush, and leaves a few long gray hairs stuck in the bristles. If you see her, please tell her to stop it. I almost thought they came from my head.
posted by Tracie P. at 2/01/2006 09:42:00 AM
Does leaving your former life to live in paradise really need much explanation? I had a dream to live in Italy. After four years of teaching and almost as many summers traveling, I knew that something had to be done. I needed to cook every day with that fresh, locally-grown produce. I needed to connect with people who made their own wine and bought their whole chickens with the feet still on. I wanted to live in a culture whose inherent passion for gastronomy was not born of pretense, but of the knowledge that what is so fundamental to life should also be ENJOYED. This, for me, is the definition of "la dolce vita Italiana." While it may not always be sweet, it is always Italian.
2 Comments:
that sounds just like the woman visiting my house.
3/07/2006 8:03 AM
she's a gray-haired bitch isn't she!
3/18/2006 4:18 PM
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