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It’s time for another blog post. {And no, I couldn’t think of a better heading.}

Life is good. *¨`*•♫.•´*.¸.•

Warning. This blog post is longer than usual. Click away now if you know what is good for you.

One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn’t belong.

That’s a song that Cookie Monster sang on Sesame Street. Do you remember it? I don’t know why I have that song in my head these days but it is.

This is hard even for a monster! Cookie Monster

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Do you comment on blogs?

Just wondering. You know why? Because ever since I have started a blog I have also started commenting on blog posts. I’m quite certain I have never left a comment until I had a blog. Strange that is. Life. Huh?

How about you? What’s your opinion?

Do you like reading, writing or neither. If you had the choice would you rather watch a movie or read a book? I know I personally prefer reading to watching TV. It seems like ever since the introduction of a Visual Audio medium such as You Tube and TV, people just gel infront of videos instead of reading.

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That’s why I like reading and writing.

Don’t you remember what it was like when you were little and you got lost in your very first book? I know my first books were “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe” by C.S. Lewis and Charlotte’s Web. I remember how involved I got with the character Lucy when she entered the wardrobe! I truly fell in love with the lion.

Also, because I work in schools with students I am surrounded by noise. I have noise at home because I live with kids and my husband so there is always talking, tv, music or friends around. At school, there is silence only during written tests but it gets awfully loud during the break from one class to another.

Plus, have you ever noticed how kids, especially youngens, can have voices that shrill? My compliments to their vocal cords. My sympathies and condolences to my ears.

How having an iphone, internet and wi fi in Italy has changed my life for the better.

I have wanted to write a post about this for a long time and just have never gotten around to it. I just want to let you know I’m learning how to use my iphone that i have wanted for over three years now. Yay!

What I love the most about my iphone?

The navigator.

I used to come home after school and have to prepare directions the evening before. That’s not what I mean. What I mean is now that I have a navigator AND information at my finger tips with me at all times, I just put what I’m looking for into the little search box and my smart phone tells me the closest whatever it is I am looking for, where I am, how to get there and how long it will take with traffic.

I AM A BLUE BLINKING DOT IN CYBERSPACE!

I can travel and have INFORMATION!

How cool is that? God bless Steve Jobs.

My cousin shared a video with me about Android vs iphone. It uses bad language but is too funny because it sums it up for me. I just remember how many years I lived with Apple and Mac in Italy and NO ONE got it. There was NO SUPPORT whatsoever but my husband and I held on tight to our belief that Apple and Mac were a superior product. I am so happy to see the rest of the world catching on.

ALSO One last thing! I look at my stats and I LOVE how people visit my blog from all corners of the world. How cool is that?

Hello Africa! Hello Asia! Hello Russia! Hello Italy! Hello USA! Hello Singapore! Hello Sweden! Hello UK! Hello Ireland! Hello France! Hi there India! Hello Spain! Hello Portugal! Hello Australia! Hello Russia! Hello Thailand, Netherlands, Greece and Canada! Hello small blue blinking dot in the middle of nowhere!

Hello world!

I have NO idea how you have found me or my blog, but you are welcome here.

Thank you for stopping by. Thank you for leaving your comments.

Thank you for your constant support.

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For my twits~!

The commercial segment of this broadcast has now come to an end and you can go back to internet surfing, jobs and life. Thanx!

Have a great day. Nice to see you.

Julie

P.S. I totally forgot! I am looking for new blogs to read. What is your favorite blog? Can you leave me a link? Thanks!

Here’s a shout out to my husband, his new blog and his Day Spa here in Italy. We are finally online. It looks like there’s another blogger in our family!

It’s my ► blogging ► business. Or not?

I don’t know about you but I seem to get the most done around the house when I have to face actual WORK that I HAVE to do. Right now I’m avoiding filling out forms for school. I bet this is going to be a long post. Ha!

If you are new here, welcome. If you are a returning visitor, hello. Good to see you.

I live in a country that is completely disorganized in my opinion. When I was a kid my room was always a big mess. Nonetheless, I consider myself rather organized. If not, at least I have the will to be organized. Some of my good friends will say I am. Does that count?

For me it’s a non stop sorting first thing in the morning to go to bed process. Perhaps that is just life.

The challenge is trying to sift through the murk when I put myself into a culture that is so completely disorganized. At the same time, sometimes I’m awestruck at Italy’s ability to put out a dinner for 300 people without breaking a sweat.

I learned about the dinner thing while volunteering for community service. Not far from the town’s center, there’s a big tent like structure where the community organizes meals. One of the dinners I worked at was to promote sport.

We were talking about it during baseball practice. My arm shot straight up. Sign me up. Dinner in Italy? That’s a no brainer.

In the kitchen there were a lot of smiles, with jokes and laughter too. And sharing. Phenomenal fries. What I couldn’t get over was how relaxed everyone seemed. I had the impression it would be like Hell’s Kitchen, where it looks like the pans will literally catch on fire.

Here, there is one lady who has been working the bread baskets for many years. She’s really sweet too.

She had a firm grip, manicured nails and cuts straight down. I think each slice could have been measured with a tape measure, they were so perfect. She’d smile if she knew I wrote that. And then she’d humbly deny it.

Each person is assigned to a station. My two friends and I were assigned to Service. But that is the biggest over statement of the year. What we did was stand near of the bread lady, waiting for the gorgeous plates of abundance to be served. They’d say “Table 22.” That was it. The plates magically appeared in front of us and we casually strolled it out to the proprietor.

Never once did anyone ask for anything out of the ordinary. Everyone sat, ate, talked with their families and friends and enjoyed themselves.

There were no tips nor did anyone expect them. I don’t even know if there were taxes. I don’t know. I didn’t even look. I just told the this cook I’d like to try the Spaghetti Scoglie. It came with a smile and in abundance.

What is on my mind today is the juxtaposition of living in a truly disorganized place contrasted with a perfectly smooth dinner for 300.I say truly disorganized because generally speaking nothing ever seems to work, stores are often closed and ‘No’ seems to be the most frequent answer I get. I’ve gotten used to it.

I’ve said in the past that living in Italy has made me a better person. It is true. I have learned what it means to be part of a community where people include you and become part of your life and vice versa.

Now to face my work. I’m filling in forms for school. My kids have after school care so I can come late if I need to pick them up late. Hey, Service in Italy! Maybe I’m wrong. I have been wrong in the past.

Continuing to learn.

I’ve been given double forms for two kids so it’s eight pages of phone number to call in case of an emergency. I’ll figure it out. I’m cool like that.

Hope this post finds you happy, lovely, learning and in love. Find the good. Find the positive. Peace. Out.

Julie

How about you? Do you consider yourself an organized person? How are the services where you live? Have you ever walked into a coffee shop and seen people doing nothing? Does the kitchen where you go to eat seem relaxed or under pressure? Do you participate in community events? If so, which? What about sports? Are your kids involved in sports? Have you noticed a difference between kids who are involved in community activities compared to those who are less involved?

Thanks for your visit. Thanks for you thoughts.

Julie

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.

1st Pitch of the Season ~ Root, root, root for the home team.

Lupi Parents and the Mayor, the Honorable L. Minganti

♥ Hi guys, welcome back. New readers welcome.♥

I just got finished uploading the pictures from yesterday’s game on facebook. I’ll try to get some up here too, but you know what? It takes longer, I have to upload them one at a time. So I invite you to pop over there and check them out. Click on this link to see more pictures. If you’re not a friend, by all means, add me.

The game went great. We all had a fun time. Frankly speaking I’m happy it’s over because it took a lot of planning. I know it seems like something simple, but it wasn’t. We had to coordinate everything from seats, to hot dogs, to popcorn, to clothes, to lights, to electricity, to having a fridge, to raking out the earth and cutting the grass. We had to buy benches, paint others, you name it.

Coaches of Excellence.

♥Love our team.

Everyone came and had a good time. Not too much to report, actually. We won. We played against Castenaso, final score 19-18.

The Minerbio Wolves (Lupetti)

Just wanted to say a special thanks for all of the parents, friends and many sponsors who came together to make this event possible. After the game, we had a bbq, danced to great music and had a laugh.:)

Our mayor, the Honorable Lorenzo MInganti, came too so that was cool. Thanks for coming and showing support for our youth and sports.

Thanks for reading, guys. Have a nice day. You’re invited to our next game. Remember, sometimes, the simplest things in life are the most rewarding.

Julie

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Everyday something new. Today it’s Italy.

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I was thinking about what makes this blog interesting and why there is growth and why I love it. I know it has to do with the reader, but I think it has to be about the creativity aspect. Every day something new. I am a teacher in my real life. In my blog life, I keep coming up with new ideas for you, like the ebook, the art gallery, the 43 new languages and all the great links.

Every day something new.

Sometimes, I cannot wait to get to my computer to see if I can make these ideas appear. I sketch out some plans, usually during History class. History class is intense. I have such a hard time studying history. It’s a series of wars, dates and conquests.

Maybe it’s a guys thing. I just can’t stand the fact that there is war in the world. If I don’t write about it maybe it won’t be true. Besides, you guys didn’t pop in here for a History lesson! We are covering World War II right now. Alliances, defectors. I feel like a defector at the moment for having left my beautiful United States of America for the wonderful and brilliant Italy.

One thing I miss from America is the sense of pride, innovation, medical advances and most of all team spirit.

The high schools in this country don’t have school sports. How crazy is that? Most kids participate in sports but they are not at the schools.

♥ I'm so proud of you.♥

When I am in front of the class, for example a couple of days ago I had an AWESOME class I got to teach.

One girl, bless her heart, raised her hand and told me she thought I was the best teacher in the school.

We did a music lesson, then a question answer about USA. They wanted to know about if it’s beautiful or not. If it’s like what they see in TV. Seeing how these kids will buy everything I say and it was dead silent, I didn’t want to influence them. I didn’t want to tell them how I find it absolutely wonderful, beautiful and all the things they probably would hope to hear.

In fact, I avoided the answer completely by pointing to a map and showing them where California is.

What isn’t so wonderful for me in USA was my broken heart and my broken family. I’ll give you a great example. One day I went home to Santa Monica after a six month long stint working in Paris, France and Munich, Germany. Europe.

I went home to a big and beautiful empty apartment in Santa Monica, California, right by the beach. Everything functioning, everything new, complete with remote control for the garage and the automatic car. Cool bike too.

Back to Santa Monica

After about four days of completely unwinding I found everybody had left me COMPLETELY alone. There was a complete absence of interaction with people. Maybe only in my mind. If I called someone, I would always have a good talk. On one hand, I find it fantastic the freedom that that kind of environment provides.

You can literally decide every day what you want to do. For me, it became more of a decision of how to fill the hours. I tried to plan each evening after work with a special friend or relative.

You hold my heart.♥

Still, while living here in Italy I find that is NEVER true. Call them wonderful, call them insistent, call them invasive or nosy, call them what you want, the Italians have opened their arms to me and never let me go. It’s the feeling that no matter what you do you have an open invitation. If you don’t go to the next social event I will be certain to get the call or email or facebook comment that says, Hey, where were you?

Perhaps I needed to give living in America more time. I dream of space. I dream of open fields. But for now, Italy holds my heart, holds my hand and guides me through my new journey.

Now it’s your turn. I’d like to hear about your life
Where are you joining me from? Have you ever dreamt about living abroad? Do you think your life could be different by changing physical places or do you think that no matter where you go, you bring yourself with you? Are people plants who need to grow where they are planted? Or or they free to take the road less travelled and see where life leads them?

Julie

Introducing my mom.

you're truly beautiful

Hey guys. My mom has a blog now showing off her artwork, so I’ll make this short but sweet. Click here.

Swim AWAY from the Cake – updated motivational technique.

I am putting every ounce of myself to becoming a better blogger, writer and communicator. More importantly is that I am trying to make a positive change in life. Thank for visiting if this is your first time here. Welcome back visitors, feel free to leave comments.

What motivates you?

My best friend Anne Marie kicks my bum in tennis and probably anyone else’s. When we were playing at university we were great partners. We spent our time between matches actually doing cartwheels on the court. We were paired up with a couple of Chinese guys who were so serious about tennis. One day our coach pulls us aside and assigns us new partners. ‘Not the Chinese, Not the Chinese’ we chanted – they’d kill us at tennis. Sure enough, Anne Marie and I found fantastic new partners.

I’m building bridges here.

Stay with me folks. There IS a reason I’m telling you this.

The reason is this. When I am in the class room in front of my students I ask them ‘What motivates you most?’ Is it someone who comes over, puts your hand on your shoulder, smiles, and says good job, or is the person who gets behind you and yells ‘DO IT!’?

When I was on swim team in high school, my sister was my best motivator. She’d follow me back and forth across the lanes and scream ‘Go Julie!’ Her coaching strategy was swim toward the chocolate cake and away from the shark.

Just pretend

Be a kid and pretend you are the best. Walk across the room at this moment as if you have a cape on your back, I don’t care if anyone’s watching – all the better. Our mind will literally follow suit.

When Anne Marie and I were back playing singles tennis, she’d say ‘Julie – You’re going down’ with such conviction, I had no other choice then to let her win. Ha ha ha, Anne Marie, who’s getting the last laugh now?

Point is, get out there, do your best. That’s all we can ask, isn’t it?

Have a nice day and thank you for visiting.