J'Espere

Where was I? I thought the man standing in the tall grasses was the dog's owner. So smiling, hot, dusty I called out "Is that your dog?" He looked over, shook his head no, and said "I don't know if she's alive. She was when I came by a while ago." He had made the exact same turnaround I had when I saw this creature on the side of the road. I think it says something about humanity when more than one person stops for someone or something that obviously needs help. We stood there, staring at this creature who was barely five feet from these cars. She lifted her head and looked at us and we looked back at her. I had called HP, then they told me to call 911. So I called 911 and they said they would take my number and have Animal Control call me. When Animal Control finally called me, I had been dealing with this for about half an hour. The officer asked if I was planning on staying with the dog. I was indignant. of course I was staying with the dog. I didn

This one had to have its own blog. Really. Saturday i had a busy day. Got up at 8, went to run, went to Yoga, worked on my handstand, then went home. Showered, picked up the cake that I made practically from scratch for my mother, went to the mall to buy a gift for the wedding we were going to THAT EVENING, and hopped on 85 with the AC blasting (I used buttercream frosting and I was nervous). Normally when I'm on a highway I'm looking two ways- front and rearview. That's about it, unless I'm passing someone. Occasionally I'll look around but I try to focus when cars around me are going between 70 and 100 mph. So it was some kind of divine intervention that got me to look over at the exact moment I did. There, in between two railings of the small metal barrier on the side of the highway, a dog lay, panting. Alive. With cars flying by less than 4 feet from its head. I, of course, panicked but went too far to pull over. So I did the next best thing. Called my mother fo

This is my friend Cat's latest blog. She was swept away by an italian man (seriously) and now lives in Roma,which I think is the most amazing thing ever. She posted this blog that I loved so much I'm taking. My plan is to then comment on it: It's been about three months since I've entered the world of Italia. It's been quite an adjustment, but I think I'm doing a-OK. My italiano is improving, thank god. The other night I said something to my Gio and I thought his eye-balls were going to explode. "You just spoke Italian! You just spoke Italian! And I understood! Ahhhh!" So apparently, I'm speaking Italian. It's about damn time, I suppose. There are three important M's of Italia: Mangia (Eat), Moda (Fashion), and il Malocchio (the Evil-Eye). Let's begin: Mangia: Oh. My. GOD. Italians are a bit obsessed with eating, but no one is really fat. It's interesting. I don't get it. It's like, how can one person eat pasta every single