Monthly Archives: August 2010

90 days of summer. 8 stay cool tips. •*¨*•✩

Here is exactly what is going on a heat wave.

Sahweet. •*¨*•✩

I’m reading about everyone’s lives around the globe, from India, Texas, California, Louisiana, Georgia, Nairobi, Naples, Acton, Canyon Country, Oregon, New Mexico, Spain, Singapore, Africa, Australia, Italy, Turkey, New York, Florida, San Diego, North Carolina and Tennessee who are reading my blog and most of my friends are reporting scorching temperatures.

How to deal with the heat?

Today I’m offering 8 tips to stay cool in the hot weather.

1) Ice Cream.

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I don’t know about you but I eat an ice cream a day. It’s good for your spirit and good for your soul. I try to eat natural ice creams that are hand made because they seem more genuine. I hear if you are concerned about your weight you could always go for a yoghurt or sorbet.

2) Water Park

Kids and adults love water parks. How fun are those?

3) Beach day.

Yesterday from noon to 6p it was hot. How hot was it? It was fry on egg on the cement hot. It was so hot, the squirrels were hiding their nuts in ice cream.

It was so hot the birds were asking for extra crushed ice in their bird baths.

It’s SO hot, that when you dive into the lake from the boat you have to go down a couple of feet until the water feels cool.

✿ ♫ ❀ Did someone say cocktail? ✩ ♥

4) Swim pool. Just dive right in.

5) Jump in the shower to cool off.

6) Take a drive to the mountains or higher altitudes.

7) Wet your hair I remember when I was a young kid at the Hume Lake, my mom would say just get your hair wet. It seemed to keep me cool for at least a half an hour.

*8) Sleep during the day, go out in the evening. Maybe you’ll see a shooting star.

Nothing makes me happier than throwing on light clothes and going about in the evening’s hot air. There’s a special magic about it that reminds me of my carefree youth.

Enjoy your summers. Hope you are well.

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Nice to get away ~ nice to come home.

Hey guys,

Every Three Minutes

We got back from our second vacation. Boy are these kids in Italy spoiled when it comes to summer vacation. I spent the last two summers in California, so this is a new experience for me ~ that is, staying here in Italy. The kids have spent tons of time at the beach playing. Then they came home and we all left for the mountains for a week.

Believe it or not we still have a couple more vacations lined up our sleeves, but they are top secret. :) It looks like we are getting a much longer vacation than the states as school is slated to start September 15th.

I love coming home after being away. You get a fresh look at things. It’s peaceful and calm.

What I didn’t expect would happen is that da boyz would grow up over night. When they were littler, I heard my name called non stop round the clock. Then suddenly, seriously, from yesterday to today,

silence.

It’s a crazy silence. It’s beautiful and sweet, but boy do I miss them. They have been out playing with their friends and haven’t come home for any reason what-so-ever. I keep going outside and asking them if they are hungry. I have hamburgers ready for them in the oven. It’s so sad that we love our kids with all of our hearts and then they grow up.

My mom told me that all of my life. She said, you’ll see, one day. Now I see. So?! What’s the point? We did a good job? Yes, we did. Still, the silence is loud, the burgers are ready and today, now, at this moment, I miss my boyz calling me, bugging me, every three minutes.

LIfe is beautiful ~ Time for an Italian Vacation

Click on over for great Italian summer vacation info. ❀◕‿◕❀

Hey kids, welcome.

The month of August in Italy is dedicated towards tourism. So for your reading pleasure I’m directing you over to one of my favorite blogs, Bleeding Espresso.

Gita means trip. :)

Click on over. I know the blog writer Michelle has put some fantastic information together that not only is inspirational and informative, it’s like going on virtual vacation.

Julie

► Be kinder ► than usual because you never know what kind of personal struggle someone is going through.

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I don’t know why

For some reason people like to give me gifts. I think it is because they know I have way too much stuff and I’m always giving it away ~ so they think they I need more stuff. Stuff.

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One of my friends recently moved states with 10 tons of stuff. We aren’t taking it to heaven with us, are we? Still, I love all of the gifts my students and friends give me. Just today one of my son’s friend’s parents gave us a water filter that goes under our sink, including the time and effort it took to install it, refusing payment.

At university, my best friend and I would order frozen yoghurt and the clerk would say no charge. We were baffled.

On my daily walk, the farmer told me I had to come back with the car to pick up my fruit and vegetables. Truly. I have so many pears I have to give them away.

At the end of the school year, I got the sweetest little elephant, earrings, cards and letters from my students. During class, a lot of the kids write “Prof Angelos” on cards and decorate them. I especially like the ones with stickers and stories. I think people just like to give.

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My sister sends me the most stuff of everyone.

I cannot tell you how much. She’s sent me a slip ‘n slide from the US. I am certain we are the only family in Italy with a slip ‘n slide. She’s also sent boxes upon boxes of toys for my kids and pressies for us.

One of my all time favorite gifts was when one of my dear readers who read my book was so thankful, he insisted on sending me a check. I didn’t want or need the money. I told him he could send my plastic baggies since I can’t find the zip lock ones here like those in the states.

My husband never walks in the door empty handed. He’s super generous with me and the boys. He buys them far too many clothes and shoes. And games. In the US, he and the boys surprised me a diamond ring. On a holiday in the French Italian border I was given a credit card and told to buy whatever I wanted. I bought a trinket ring.

My mother in law FILLS my fridge and freezer with hand made tortellini, broth, ready to eat foods and home made cakes and jams.

Fighting over checks. Always offering to pay.

In US, my friends ALWAYS have gifts for me to the point of embarrassment. They’ve given me bags of new clothes, you name it ~ gifts for the boys.

Most recently one of my facebook friends sent me a film to watch, that was just LOVELY of her to do.

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But I must add, one of my all time favorite things to receive is your long letters or short comments. Each story is like a jewel to me. I almost wish we were in the age of letters so I could open each one and re read it slowly over coffee or hot tea. You guys opening up your lives to me and telling me about your adventures is just about the sweetest thing around.

So thanks for your gifts.

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