Please win, please win, please win.

Let's Go Caps! Let's Go Caps! Let's Go Caps!

Those of you who know me, and most likely those of you who don't know me....know I am not a sports fan.

However, I am a hockey fan. This is new for me...but this was the year I embraced hockey. I love the fights, I love the fast paced play, I love the blood, sweat and tears. The Capitals are playing game 3 tonight in the playoff series against the New York Rangers. I am putting all my good energy into them winning. We have to be best in a 7 game series and are currently down 2. I will be wearing my #8 Ovechkin jersey tonight....even though #52 Mike Green is my favorite player and boyfriend. I just haven't found his number and name on a shirt or jersey yet. One would think that because he is my boyfriend, he would just give me one....but he doesn't know he's my boyfriend...so I have to settle for buying one. By the way....this is now another of my boyfriends that is now young enough for me to have given birth to him.

At least Alessio is 43.

Alessio

I'm not one to post gratuitous photos - but this is one dreamy dude.

I have a love of the Sundance channel, and for the past 3 weeks have been watching a 'made for tv' italian mini series.

I can't quite express the joy of listening to italian and then having Alessio to watch too. I started dreaming in short italian phrases.....

Buona Pasqua

I have been a bit world weary of late.

Many pressing issues and problems - mainly work related...that have been taking their toll. It has left me with a bad attitude - and since nobody wants to hear more complaints...I have limited my communication.....knowing it would be hostile.

The funk has been so bad....that it was beginning to physically manifest even in my home....so I took steps to begin the spring cleaning last week....blinds off the windows and cleaned, windows, screens, dust bunnies begone!!!! Surprisingly ~ it seems to be working.....my psyche is climbing out of the dark, dank hole it has been in for the last few months.

In my mind, I have been traveling to the happy places in order to combat the nasty attitude - and can't help but remember my Easter in Italy a few years back. I had done a lenten fast of pasta that year, knowing that Easter Sunday would find me wrapped in the warm arms of Italy and all her pasta glory. Oh the joy of landing in Rome and within one hour having a lovely first course lasagna laid before you.......

Happily, I am enjoying a nice long Easter weekend - complete with chocolate, some wonderful italian wine, and a marathon of Ben-Hur and The Ten Commandments.....(I gotta get my Charlton Heston on during religious holidays.)

Somewhere in there will be some naps and a delicious Easter dinner with the local family.

She may just be emerging from the dark......(i feel like a tulip!)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Here is my one and only Irish joke.

It's short, so it is easy for me to remember and I never miss the punchline.

An Irishman walks out of a bar.

badump bump

Nonnie's Chicken or Pollo di Nonna

I don't know what this is really called.

We called it something - but I don't even know how to spell it. Pitacchia - but I don't think this name even resembles anything.

This is heavenly and easy to do.

More of my childhood comfort food.

You need Chicken, white wine, rosemary, garlic, salt, pepper and olive oil.

You must use leg/thigh quarters...Cut them into 3 pieces - the marrow of the bone helps flavor the dish.

Be generous with the salt and pepper.

Brown in hot olive oil.

Throw in a head of peeled and smashed garlic.

Pour in an entire bottle of wine.

Throw in the rosemary.

Simmer till it nearly falls off the bones.

Serve with bread to dip the wondrous juice.

Usually I opt for a simple green salad too - tonight, I did a simple torn caprese.

Delightful!

It's called "Top Chef" not "Top Scallop"

The smallest things can make a big difference in your day.

Last week, my sister was visiting....and much to her chagrin....heard me repeat over and over...at random and inappropriate times...the lines...."It's called Top Chef, not Top Scallop" in my very best Fabio impersonation.

(which I think I do really well)

In the midst of a tough day....I see this email pop up on my Blackberry that says "Top Scallop".

It changed my whole day when I saw this shirt....and again tortured all that came near me with my famous lines, heavily accented in Italian.....

I am totally buying this.

Thanks Ris!

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I have so much to say...but so little chance or time to say it.
I need to talk about pregnancys, the loss of jobs, people that throw other people under the bus, and stupid people.
No, I am not pregnant and I didn't lose my job....I try to never throw anyone under the bus, but sometimes I am stupid.

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