The one other moment when they got along

One of the few moments they were getting along

Street Talk

A little background.... The man and I have just recently discovered the fabulousness of The Wire. We have purchased the first 4 seasons on DVD and are proceeding to watch at least one episode a night - and we haven't missed too many nights.

Add to this the fact that I work from home, and don't get a lot of adult conversation during the day.... and you'll understand the following story.

Yesterday, I had to drive up to my company's office to work on a project. In a meeting with my boss, her boss and three of our web developers, I was emphatically agreeing with a point that one of the developers was making. While nodding and using my college-educated words that I have in my arsenal of vocabulary and generally working and playing well with others in a professional setting, suddenly, the phrase "True-dat" came out of my mouth. In Omar Little's voice.

My boss, her boss and the web developers were all speechless. One of them started to giggle and said "Did you just say "True dat"?"

In my embarassment, all I could do was answer honestly. I said "word!".

Places....

This month, I'm thinking about the Italian Riviera. While the French Riviera gets the press, my mind goes to Alassio. Not on the trendy Cinque Terre, boasting no Relais and Chateau hotels, nor any royalty, Alassio is the perfect Italian Coastal town.

I was "lucky" enough to be on a bus from Nice to Genoa in 1980 that broke down in Alassio. With no urgent need to be in Genoa, my Sorbonne roommate, her (hunky French - another story entirely) brother and I found a place to stay for the night. It cost us the equivalent of about $18 (total, not each) and included breakfast... and I fell in love with this little corner of paradise.

Now, when I go back to Italy, I will make time to go to Alassio. While Theirry (the hunky brother) is not there (married with children in the 7th arrondissement! Quel Horreur!), the spectacular natural beauty is, as are the quaint places to shop, dine and soak in the sunshine and the wonderful climate. The hotel of choice there now is the Hotel Diana - right on the beach!

I'm pretty sure that heaven looks like Alassio.

Pets or Meat?

Overheard in our kitchen:

Him: "You really set a high level of expectation for yourself this weekend what with cleaning Mighty Man's room and whipping up the all-day lasagne."

Me (sitting at kitchen table in a heap of exhaustion): "Next weekend, I'm going to build a bunny hutch."

Him: "Pets or meat?"

How is it that he gets me so well?

Since I've gotten older....

..... I've found that love handles really do turn me on.

The Gold Glove and Fat Clauses

This week, one of my favorite baseball players, Kevin Youkilis, was awarded a gold glove. Yooooouk is an excellent first-baseman, a by-all-accounts-good-guy, and an integral part of the 2007 World Series Champion Boston Red Sox.

The other news out of the Red Sox camp was that Curt Schilling has resigned for one year. With a fat clause. He's not allowed to show up at spring training in February looking like the bloated, beached whale that he is. Don't get me wrong, I like Schill, and I think he has a lot to offer kids like Buckholtz and Lester. But a fat clause? Holy shit. I hope my employer doesn't catch wind of this.