Simple thoughts

Yesterday was the final day of the XX Winter Olympic Games. Our athlets did well, considering our traditions, five Gold and six Bronze. During these Games we got our 100th medal in the Winter Games history. Here are our winners.....

And here are some highlights of the Closing Ceremony.....

And now it's up to you Vancouver, good luck!!

So, finally tomorrow afternoon we will have a new couch. Well, two in fact. One three-seats and one two-seats. This is the occasion I was looking for a little re-styling of our living room. I gave away some books I know I won't ever read again. I re-arranged some Swaroski objects, and moved a glasses-shelves-sideboard with hubby cars collection. I'll hang on again a picture we kept in the basement for lack of space. Hubby refreshened the walls and the ceiling. Mom is re-doing the curtains (using the old ones, I still like the fabric). We're gonna buy another carpet, the old one is just that, too old, and the colors just don't fit with the new couches. I'd like to have lots of money to be able to do more, and not only in my living room! We just fixed a little the bathroom (and I really want a new shower, but it has to wait). And I'm looking for new curtains for the kitchen, but hubby and me have a little fight over it (be sure I'm gonna win!). I like this feeling of renovation, too pity the budget is low!

artist: Pearl Jam
title: Wishlist
album: Yield (1998)

I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...
I wish...

Maybe the weather (rainy and cold), maybe because during the week-end I didn't rest at all (some cleaning at home, re-painting part of the living-room ceiling, after smantelling the old curtains), maybe the thoughts about hubby surgery the 1st march (nothing really serious, only one day at the hospital), or about having him home for about three weeks after surgery (it means more meals to cook- he usually isn't home for lunch- and home always a mess), maybe just because it's monday (usually the thoughest day at work, and listening to Loreena McKennitt songs doesn't help). Or maybe it's just me, being in a very low mood, I don't know why. A cold is arriving, my head is in a bowl and I can hardly breathe. I just whish I could fly away, very very far, alone. Just spend some time alone thinking about absolutely nothing, it would surely help! And I really hate feeling this way, it's not the real me being like this, but today I can't help it.

Why can't people accept with grace other's opinions? Why be so sarcastic about other's feelings and emotions? It really gets on my nerves......

   To the ones in love, to the ones who remember how it feels to be in love, to the ones waiting for the love of their lives........happy Valentine's day!!

Well, I was watching the opening ceremony of the XX Olympic Winter Games the other night. It was such an amazing ceremony, and I don't say this just because it's my own country! I recognize beauty when I see it, no matter what. All was perfectly studied and accomplished, very professional. And, as always, it moved me. I always watch on tv this kind of ceremony, and everytime it brings me to tears. Why? Because it's the celebration of the olympic spirit, all humankind together, regardless of race, religion, country, each one just to prove themselves in a fair competition. The symbols they always use in the ceremony are the ones of fairplay, justice, peace and honor. The sad thing is, they are just that, symbols. In everyday life, there's no trace of such high ideals. This is what makes me cry, men can be such a beautiful creation, but along the way, they forget what they did good in the past, what we see every day is just hate, greed, revenge and badness.

Anyway, watching it I just felt so proud of my country. During the two-and-half hour ceremony, they celebrated various aspects of italian style. From the costumes of the parade, guests of honor, and show (stylists such as Armani and Moschino), to great poetry (the Divine Comedy, read by Giorgio Albertazzi, one of the finest classics actor), to history (from Renaissance to Barocco, with the costumes of the Oscar winner Gabriella Pescucci), to classical ballet (La Scala "etoile" Roberto Bolle, the last discovery of Rudolph Nuryev, pure magic), to opera (with a cameo from the Maestro himself, Luciano Pavarotti) to myths such as Ferrari and Ducati. And lots of our sports heroes, Yuri Chechi, Stefania Belmondo, Alberto Tomba, Pierino Gros, Gustav Thoeni, Deborah Compagnoni, Emanuela Di Centa, to cite just the most known. Moments I will remember for a long time, especially the lightening of the olypmpic flame, the peace dove, and the proud smile on our President's face.

For the ones who missed it, here a small example of what I'm talking about.

  Tomorrow will be the B-day, my daughter will turn 18! My God, so many time passed from that early morning, when I made that pregnancy test and told hubby he was going to be a father! And at the same time, it seems like yesterday. During the years, I've treasured so many memories, so many precious moments, feelings that I will never forget. First step, first tooth, first word. First day at school, first time alone away from home. First big fight ( her, stating her indipendence, me stating my rights to make her do what I whish ), first time we made peace, both crying. And I'll look forward to many other first times in her life. And I pray God I will be there with her, for sharing them. I whish I could teach her not to make the same mistakes I made, but I know it's impossible, to save her from tears, but this too is only an impossible dream. For now there's only all the excitement for becoming an adult (in Italy, 18 is the major age), she will be able to vote, to take her driving license (in the summer, she planned) to sign for her own results and absences at school, to go on vacation alone (maybe London this summer with friends), to see X-rated movies (sic!). It's like a new start in life, a new beginning. I only whish to not be left too far behind. I know it's her life, I gave it to her for live it in full and with joy, it's only that it's difficult to think of her as a young little woman, and not as my little baby. I hope I will be used to the idea, before she would make a granny out of me!!!! Anyway, best whishes my love, I really hope all your dreams can come true, mommy will be always here for you, no matter what. I love you.