Thursday, August 29, 2013

The Princess and her coffee


I am spontaneous. It's one of the best perks about not having kids and not having a legitimate 9 to 5. So, I go places. I usually try to have an idea of something cool to see before I head out. But, I've found that planning something 'fun' never really turns out to be that much fun. Like, planning to see the Statue of David in Florence... sounds cool- went, saw it, and was bored in like 5 minutes. So choosing to see very specific things has become a thing of the past for me.


These days, I go for more vague sights. Ocean. Mountain. Church, etc.

A couple of weeks ago, I wanted to see a castle. No special one in particular. I just wanted to see something castle-like so I do what I always do when the mood strikes for an adventure. I loaded my iPod with random songs from my epic library, got in my car and just drove.

I ended up in Conegliano, after a couple hours of driving around. I was on my way to a well known castle when I happened to spot a castle-like structure far off on a little hill top. I moseyed around this little town to find a way up. And after some really dodgey one way roads small enough to be a two lane bicycle path, I found what I was looking for.


I honestly have no idea what I stumbled upon. This place was deserted. The only other human was a quiet lady who popped her head out of a doorway as I shuffled across the pebbles in my stiletto boots, making the loudest sounds on earth... Turns out it was a sweet little cafe. YES!

Castles and coffee. Crystal happy. =)

Basically, there wasn't much to it. Courtyard, a couple wells, old building that looks important with flags and what not. But the view was incredible. The weather also made it quite lovely. So, I sat and chatted with the nice lady for a while...


Then the Australians happened. I don't know why I try to keep a low profile around other English speakers, but I just prefer to do so. This whole time the cafe owner and I were talking completely in Italian and then the foursome of Aussies show up and they say hi but don't really push a conversation because I guess my Italian disguise was decent enough to convince them that I'm not American. Anyway, we're all sitting outside enjoying the day and then my water bottle cap falls to the ground, under my table into a weird crack in the deck. I swear, under my breath almost silent, I let out an irritated "Jesus" because there was no way I would be able to pick that cap up like a lady. All four dudes turn around and scream "AYE!" Shit. My cover was blown- they know I speak English and then it was like we were old friends that haven't seen each other in decades.

Here's the thing, since they had such a thick accent, something in my brain tells me that I too must have an accent. So, I apparently went English. Like Brittish/English. *Sigh... I don't know what the hell is wrong with me sometimes. I ended up consuming 3 more macchiatoni and 2 liters of water over a couple hours before we went our separate ways. This was my only experience with Australians but for 3pm, they were rather wild. Which is saying a lot given my tolerance for 'wild.' Anyway, it's good to know that if I ever make it Down Unda- I'll have friends to kick it with. Thank you English language for uniting strangers.

Here are pictures.













Monday, August 26, 2013

Coffee Talk

Summer has finally left Italy and right now as I sit outside at my favorite cafe in Pordenone with a delicious cappucino, I am unable to stop myself from reflecting on how rapidly summer flew by. Granted, in the midst of it summer seemed to drag on especially because I was practically in hibernation for the past three months. I definitely used my vampira card to the max this summer- hiding out from the sweltering heat and only showing face during the hours of darkness.

This set up earned me about a dozen crazy stares...
The best part of my solo summer has to have been concert week, the Rammstein show especially. I definitely developed a greater love for live music this past summer because it requires absolutely no planning and the nonchalant attitude of going to see a band play is exactly what I needed- chill, relaxed, easy breezy. There are a couple more shows that I really want to see such as the Full Tension Festival that Deftones is headlining in Bolzano and I do want to catch another Local Natives show in Florence before they head back stateside. We will see. =)

It's been so long since I did a summer time favorites post so I will include that at the end.

What I'm looking forward to now, is the fact that fall will be in full swing and that means Husband will be returning soon! I can't wait for my favorite person to come home! Goodness, I miss him so much! We absolutely love fall and winter and we have so much planned that my anxiety is already keeping me up all night.

Well, this has to be a short post- my car is parked in a 30 minute slot on the street so I've got to pack up and roll out. After a very busy morning and wicked awesome HIIT workout, I need a shower and a sweet nap. This weather is screaming nap time! 72 degrees, cloudy, and breezy. Amazing!

I hope you are having an amazing Monday and if not, I'm sending you tons of love vibes scented with pumpkin and cinnamon goodness to help you out. Hugs (^_^)

Smitten,
CrisM
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Summer time favorites: Randoms galore!

Most used make up products to combat the heat and humidity and to get me out the door with a quickness.

-Rimmel Fix & Perfect Pro face primer
Amazing ability to keep my make up from melting right off my face.

-Revlon Super Lustrous lip gloss in Coral Reef
The perfect peachy lips for summer and not super sticky.

-Maybelline Lash Discovery waterproof mascara
Tiniest wand which gets right in there and separates the lashes making them look fuller and builds quickly.

-Maybelline Dream Bouncy blush in Hot Tamale
Great formula to get the perfect flushed cheeks and stays put all day.

-Tarte AmazEyes waterproof clay eyeliner
My absolute favorite product of the summer. Easy to apply, truly waterproof, and so pigmented.

I rotated these three colors all summer and only these three. I can't get enough of pink nails!
China Glaze Sugar High, Escaping Reality, and Traffic Jam.

I've also gotten obsessed with cuffs this summer.

The Playlist of most listened to songs this summer:

My go to outfits:
Cage wedges, skinny jeans, and a plain white tee.
Tabacco boots, LBD, cropped jean jacket.
These six basic pieces were the most worn items of clothing this summer.


What I could not get enough of this summer regarding food was muscles and clams. 




And my go to drink was definitely a caffe shakerato. 
Seriously, Italian coffee is the most delicious coffee I've ever had. Ever.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Empathy and Me

When you're sad, I'm sad. I can't help it. It's just in my nature to empathize whole heartedly. Most people have an empathy button that is only pushed in certain situations. My empathy "button" extends from the top of my head to the tips of my toes... and is half engaged at all times.

My friends mean the world to me and when one of them is having a rough time I immediately put on the "Mama Bear" hat and try to make things better. I don't know if my attempts actually help but I like to think that them knowing that I'm always on their side, does.

Over the years I've collected an amazing bunch of people. They have helped me see the world, they have taught me how to live and how to love. I talk a big game about choosing the right people to surround myself with and to be honest I think I've done a great job at cutting off the dead weight without hesitation.

I know I'm not perfect. I'm far from it, I'll be the first to admit. But because of the quality of people in my life, I believe that I'm able to be a better person than I would be- if I were to be without them. I'm constantly motivated to live a life that I am proud of through my words and more importantly my actions.

One of my greatest strengths is honesty. It comes naturally to me (now) and when I find myself being dishonest even in the slightest capacity- my body hurts. It makes me physically ill to flat out lie. My friends have taught me how to take my brute honesty and polish it into constructive criticism that actually yields appreciated advice and positive results.

Empathizing with a friend turns me into a promise making machine. I want them to feel better, to be happy again. So, I find myself making promises to them that will eventually help them find their own way back to happiness. When I make a promise to a friend, it is set in stone. All other things in my life get put on pause so I can focus all my attention and energy into making that promise a reality. It's a pretty dramatic thing to do but when I say that I'm going to do something you can guarantee that it will be done and with a quickness. I respect my people enough to give and do for them whatever they need.

I can't really think of a time when I would just say that I'm going to do something for the sake of saying it. I can't stand the idea of letting anyone down, even in the most minuscule way. I know a few people who say shit and never follow through and it irritates me so much because I'd rather have you be honest with your intentions so I don't have to depend on you. Attempting to make me feel better by saying something in the moment yet not actually doing anything about it is worse than not caring in the first place.

Over the weekend a friend of mine was involved in a pretty serious motorcycle accident. He broke his neck and injured his collar bone. Miraculously, he is alive and in good spirits. The overwhelming news broke my heart into a thousand pieces. He wrecked on Husband's bike. The bike took a massive hit on the left side with a giant dent to the gas tank, the bike high sided and the entire right side is scratched to shit. Because I'm so empathetic and I always overanalyze, my mind couldn't help but think "What if it was Husband?" I can't even go there without giant tears rolling down my face... so I won't.

My mind raced all night just thinking of all the tragic "what if" scenarios that could have happened and how evident it is that we as humans are extremely resilient yet so fragile at the same time. I was in a minor state of panic. The guy suffers from a Jefferson fracture for crying out loud. And he's alive! How lucky is he??? He can't ignore the fact that he's clearly meant to go on and do something amazing with the rest of his life. I'm excited to see how this experience changes his life and who he becomes.

His accident only reaffirms how important it is for me, and all of us really, to be better friends, better people- today and all the days left in our lives. I'm not one to push things off until tomorrow, because I know all too well that tomorrow might never come. This guy is in such high spirits and it is very refreshing to see, especially from someone so young. He understands how lucky he is to be alive and I'm not surprised at how his experience has influenced me to be a better person and to adjust my thinking a little to practice living a better life, to become a better friend.

I could go on for pages about this but it's time for me to sign off. He's stuck in a creepy Italian hospital about an hour away from here, bored out of his mind. So, I've gotta whip up some food (the food they've been feeding him is garbage) and go hang out with him for the day. Before I go, I want to tell you that whether you know me personally or not, I have love for you. I think you're an amazing human being and you have people in your life that love you and would be devastated if you were plucked from this Earth today. People you might not think of, really do care for you, myself included. I encourage you to do that thing that you've been putting off real soon, if not TODAY! Be honest, be kind, and try to live a life that you're proud of.

Until next time, much love.
CrisM

Monday, August 19, 2013

Coffee Talk

Today has been a very irritating day. It's 3pm and I'm already over this Monday. I'm counting down the hours until I can crawl back into bed and try again tomorrow. No coffee as of yet, trust me, I'm not happy about this one bit. But I will be working tonight so I want to post this before things get any worse. Which, with my luck- they always do. I sure hope your Monday has been waaaay better than mine. Thanks for stopping by and much love!

Part II of the random Qs & As:

Have you ever thought about changing your first name? To what?
Herro! My name is Leilani
     I have seriously considered changing my first name to what my father originally picked out, which was Leilani. I really like it and I've always had a slight attachment to it. I think it's a beautiful name and one that could have fit my personality just as much as my actual name does.

What is a sound you hate? Sound you Love?
     When humans make non human noises. In the movie Legion, there was a demon driving an ice cream truck. When he got out and opened his mouth, that screech that exited his gullet was so freaky. I've got goosebumps thinking about it now. I absolutely LOVE the sound of moving water, like heavy rain, ocean waves breaking on the beach, a bath filling with water, etc.

What did your last text message that you received say?
     Andrews is in the hospital in Udine. Broken C1. Motorcycle accident.

How do you feel about nicknames? Do you have any?     
     I love nicknames. It's a way to distinguish a more personal level of friendship with a person. All of my friends have nicknames. I have tons of nicknames, it's surprising that I don't suffer from an identity crisis. They range from common ones like Cris, Crism, Ma'am (yes, many of my friends call me "ma'am") to cutesy like Crisi, Bug, Goose to outrageous like Deanna, Lady Legend, and Eggroll Dragon Lady. All throughout high school I was called Franki and growing up my family called me Ria. Nicknames are great, but I absolutely can not stand pet names. Especially if it's coming from someone I'm not close to. The one pet name that will drive me mad is when someone calls me "Sweetie" ugh- irks me to the max.

Have you ever actually kept a New Year's resolution?
     Absolutely. I keep all my promises. My parents taught me that the quality of my character is dependent on the value of my word. If I say that I'll do something and then don't, people will respect me less for it and that should never be acceptable.

What is in your fridge, right this moment?
     Off the top of my head, I know I have organic eggs, a bottle of orange juice, mini bottles of Prosecco, random bottles of beer, a half empty carton of organic soy milk, hummus, a bag of baby carrots, 5 or 6 small containers of plain greek yogurt, organic ketchup, and a jar of zesty pickles. Oh! And my dog's food. Don't judge. I know I have to go grocery shopping.

When you're alone, what do you enjoy doing the most?
     Sleep. I like to sleep alot. Haha, but I guess that doesn't count because even when I'm hanging with friends and I feel like napping I have no shame in doing just that. Lately, I can't get enough of sitting out on my patio by the fire (the weather has been sooooo nice)  and having a drink while listening to The Black Keys.

What was your first tattoo/piercing? Where is it and does it have any special significance?
Evil Dave. The only man allowed to mark my skin.
     My first tattoo was placed down the spine at the base of my neck. It's hiragana characters phonetically representing "jounetsu" which translates as "passion" in Japanese. The significance is that I'm unbelievably passionate about pretty much everything. I put my whole heart into something and I've been like this since I was a kid. The first piercing I got was my ear lobes when I was almost a month old. In my culture, it is a rite of passage and is done before the baby girl gets baptized.

Tell me 5 of your biggest pet peeves?

     Unmade bed, improperly loaded dishwasher, when the inside of a car is dirty and loaded with stuff like empty water bottles or trash, part-time friends/friends of convenience, slow internet connection.


Name 3 things that you have on you at all times.
     At any given moment the only things I have on my person are an earring on my top right ear, a stud on my second hole of my left ear, and a nose ring. Otherwise, it would be my mobile, keys, and lip gloss.

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
     Oh goodness, two days ago maybe three. I've started pen palling two months ago to get my friends a little more active in my life. It's so easy to shoot someone a message or a text but when you sit down and have to hand write a letter, I find that there is a little more love that goes into it. Plus, when I get a hand written letter in the mail, my entire day goes from cool to mega awesome.


       
Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.
  1. Clowns and zombies, and especially clown zombies. Clowns because I was 5 when I saw Stephen King's It and clearly that messed me up. Do not let your child watch horror movies people! Zombies freak me out thanks to 28 days later. Then Zombieland decided to merge the two worst things in my mind and create a clown zombie, I swear I screamed bloody murder when that creature popped up on the giant theater screen. I actually cried because I just wanted to leave (but couldn't) because it really freaked me out. 
  2.  Locking my keys in my car. I was on holiday with my parents when I turned 8 and I locked the keys in the rental car. My dad was very hard to reason with and had a bad temper when I was a kid. I sat outside and cried for like 10 minutes because I was so afraid of disappointing him. We were "stranded" at the restaurant for hours because it was so late and there wasn't a way to unlock the car, keep in mind this was like back in the day on a remote island. That feeling (of disappointing him) is what drives my fear to this very day. 
  3. Husband not coming home is my worst nightmare. He has a very dangerous job, that he absolutely loves. When he's away, every time my phone rings and before I can see who is calling me- my heart stops for a second because it is a reality that it could be the worst phone call of my life. This became a legitimate fear back in October 2007. I got a phone call around 7pm from my dear friend, her voice was shaking and she asked me if I've heard from Lawrence. I actually hadn't heard from him in a few days which is normal when he's away working. I remember my heart rate skyrocket and quietly saying "No, why?" The first thing she said after that was, "I'm sure he's fine but..." which immediately resulted in a panic! She went on to explain that her husband was injured badly and no one could tell her where Lawrence was. At the time they were on a team together so SOMEBODY should have known where he was and whether he was ok or not. I was in the dark for four days. Numb and paralyzed with fear. He finally called me from a hospital in Germany, incoherent, but alive. That whole experience changed my life. 

Friday, August 16, 2013

Leo is a fixed sign with fixed ways of being

Ok- so I'm superstitious. It's part of my culture and it's part of who I am. We have legends built upon legends about spirits of the island and I'm a full believer, no doubt. Ever since I was a little kid, there were things that happened to me that can only be explained by our legends. Dishes clinking in the sink when I'm the only one home, doors opening and closing without drafts from open windows, the pitter patter of little children running down the hall when I'm the youngest of three kids and again, home alone. It's not a scary thing per se, but it was definitely a reality. That kind of life experiences as a kid sort of molded how I look at things now. I don't have to "see" things to believe it- I'm fueled by feelings  and instincts... and signs.

I randomly follow a little astrology column and it seems that every time I check in with Risa, she hits the nail on the head in terms of how I'm feeling. Her predictions or advice is always so sound and I think that's the kind of hope I need in my life right now.


This is what Risa had to say about my week:
You will experience an unusual need for change, a variety of experiences, information, movement and excitement. Leo is a fixed sign with fixed ways of being. But you’re also fire. Three fires to be exact and sometimes they flare up (like now) and your curiosity flares up too, along with the need for freedom. You might find yourself traveling more, on the phone or emailing a lot, writing, being literary, telling jokes, playing with words.

Reading this was jaw dropping. At that very moment, I was sitting on a terrace of a hilltop castle in a random town a couple hours away from my house. A place I happened to stumble upon because that morning I woke up with this uncontainable need to do something- to go somewhere. The day before, I knocked out that short story I was telling you about during our first coffee talk. It's not half bad either. And I have definitely been communicating more than usual this week on all platforms.

So, how do you feel about things like this? Do you think there really is some higher power that drives us to do the things we do, and think the way we think? Is there some puppet master high in the sky that steers us in the right (or sometimes wrong) direction to get us to open our eyes? It is so interesting to me and kind of a relief that there is some remote explanation for some of the things I do.

I find that being so controlled with our daily routines and scheduled appointments we often miss out on the cool things that "just happen." I've been so lucky to finally have the kind of opportunity to just give in to my whims and let the chips fall where they may. There is great satisfaction in waking up, asking yourself "What do you feel like doing today?" and then going out and doing it. Keeping in mind that your loose plan might not work out, and allowing yourself to just change directions if you feel so inclined at that very moment. I encourage you to give it a try, keep an open mind, and enjoy yourself no matter what.

Sending you mucho love vibes,
CrisM


Monday, August 12, 2013

Coffee Talk

Seeking inspiration from other bloggers 
has proven successful at getting me to dig deeper 
and find legitimately interesting things to write about. 

What good is a personal blog if you can't 
shamelessly self promote every once in a while? 

Going over my previous posts, there really isn't much about me, 
your "tell it like it is" amateur writer. 
I thought my posts about make up reviews and the photo a day challenges 
were cool posts but judging by the traffic feedback I've been monitoring, 
you guys like the selfie stuff exponentially more. 
So thank you for that and I guess I'll do a little more focusing on, well, me. 
Ha, what a tough gig for a text book Leo Lady. 

Starting the day with a Selfie!

Here is a random compilation of Qs & As about your's truly. 

What's the best birthday cake you've ever eaten?
     Oooo Husband's (completely from scratch) Italian Sweet Cream cake, hands down, without a doubt, THE BEST birthday cake I've ever eaten. Ever.

Have you ever unplugged from the internet for more than a week? 
     Yes, but not by choice. I didn't realize how much I rely on Google until just recently. Living here has taught me to be a little less tech-dependent (or at least how to handle it better), but when the access is available I find myself just messing around on the Internet... pretty much bingeing on it because I don't know if I'll be without it tomorrow.

What's in your pocket/purse right now?
     In my pocket I have 3 euro coins, a parking receipt, and a hair tie. In my monstrous (yet very functional) black hole of a handbag, I have a lipstick, 3 lip glosses, mini hand sanitizer, a tube of VS body lotion, 4 opened packs of gum, a folding fan, gas station pen, my wallet, passport, two birthday cards, a wedding invitation, nearly empty bottle of Smart Water, and a crumpled up napkin.

The black hole bag of tricks

Put your iTunes on shuffle and tell me the first 6 songs that pop up.
     Asche zu asche, Rammstein; Hell of a Season, The Black Keys; Phase Shifter, Wumpscut; Without a Face, Rage Against; Water, Oingo Boingo; Street Fighting Man, Rolling Stones

If you were gay, who would you want to have a passionate affair with and why?
    Haha! Easy- My best friend Clarissa, aka Claire Bear. She's incredible. She's "Columbian" (read: gorgeous), smart as hell (we have the most intense conversations), side splitting funny (in that sexy dark humor kind of way too), and pretty much as level headed as a woman can be.

Guano and Columbiana circa 2008

If you could marry a cartoon character who would it be and why?
     Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid. 1) I would immediately become a princess. 2) He plays the flute. 3) I'm a sucker for beautiful blue eyes...

If you could spend a night with a celebrity who would it be? Why?
     The first person to pop in my head is Colin Ferrell. He's Irish, so I'd make him read me stories all night lol and since he's got booze as his blood type I think we'd get into loads of trouble have lots of fun doing stuff. Can you imagine retelling the night's tales: "So, Tommy and I were trying to evade vampires in Milan last night so naturally, we stole a taxi and..." come on- it just sounds awesome. BTW- I call him Tommy because of the made up inside joke he and I would clearly have...

Are you the kind of friend that you'd want to have as a friend?
     Absolutely. I may have a biased opinion but I think I'm a pretty cool friend. I mull over a new relationship almost obsessively in my private thinking time, and once I determine if my new friend is worth my attention it comes naturally to just shower him or her with love. Be it "just because" coffee dates,  volunteering to be their cleaning lady for a day, treats from Italy, or even just random messages telling them that I'm thinking of 'em and wishing him or her a good day. My friends definitely know how much I love them. And I absolutely love my friends because they do the same for me!

Love notes from around the world

What is one song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
     Bob Marley's One Love. I'm an island girl and although I love rock music, when I hear reggae my heart sings.


You can erase one horrible memory from your past. What would it be?
     The night my parents realized they should finally get that divorce they've been thinking about for the better part of a decade. I wish I was not around for that shenanigans. No kid should be subjected to that kind of crazy.

I had to cut this post down to just 10 questions,
but I'll continue next week with about a dozen more.
So, that should be fun.
And no coffee talk would be complete without... duh, coffee!
What? Did you really think I'd write this
sans a cup of delicious liquid gold?

First hot coffee of the month




Thursday, August 8, 2013

30 things every woman should have and should know by 30

My girlfriend and fellow blogger posted this last week and I thought it would be neat to see what I can cross off the list for myself. 
Click here to see Haley's blog or here to see the original post.

     I'm a sucker for lists. There is something incredibly satisfying about seeing a whole bunch of stuff neatly jotted down on a piece of paper and getting to cross off each item one by one. Not too long ago I sat down and started a list of things I want to accomplish by my next birthday. I was a little skeptical to write down a few things that I really want to do this coming year (drive a Ferrari, get my entire back tattooed, epic road trip, etc.) because they seem really far fetched. But, I wrote them down anyway as a way to challenge myself because really, if I only write down the things I know I can accomplish (tour Tuscany on a Vespa, go blonde, CHBP, etc.), there is no real satisfaction or enjoyment if everything comes easy. The struggle and the time constraint, to me, is half the fun.


     The following list is not my own, but still a good list and it has made its rounds all over the globe. It's not a 'before I die' kind of list or even a serious bucket list but a nice one that helped me see my life from a different perspective. I think the idea was to gauge whether or not a woman has a strong hold on her life, and whether she knows how to see and embrace "the bigger picture." 

By 30, you should have:
1. One old boyfriend you can imagine going back to and one who reminds you of how far you’ve come. 
          "Never go back to an old love, it's like reading a book over and over again, when you already know how it ends." Fact.
2. A decent piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family.
3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour. 
4. A purse, a suitcase, and an umbrella you’re not ashamed to be seen carrying.
5. A youth you’re content to move beyond.
6. A past juicy enough that you’re looking forward to retelling it in your old age. 
          Haha, I don't necessarily think I have a "juicy" past, but I've definitely got some incredibly insane/ humorously horrific stories under my belt.
7. The realization that you are actually going to have an old age—and some money set aside to help fund it.
8. An email address, a voice mailbox, and a bank account—all of which nobody has access to but you.
9. A resume that is not even the slightest bit padded.
10. One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry. 
         I'm one of the lucky ones who gets to have a handful of this kind of friend.
11. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
12. Something ridiculously expensive that you bought for yourself, just because you deserve it.
13. The belief that you deserve it. 

14. A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine, and a plan for dealing with those few facets of life that don’t get better after 30.
15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship, and all those other facets of life that do get better. 
          I wouldn't say that I don't have a solid start... I think I do, I'm just not sure if it's satisfying yet...

By 30, you should know:
1. How to fall in love without losing yourself.  

2. How you feel about having kids.
3. How to quit a job, break up with a man, and confront a friend with-out ruining the friendship.
          I've dated 'boys' and married a man, so I hope I don't ever have to know how to break up with a man. =\ Well, I know how to- I just hope I don't ever HAVE to. 
4. When to try harder and when to walk away. 
          Very tough thing to learn how to do but once you get the hang of it, it's very cleansing for the soul.
5. How to kiss in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn’t like to happen next.
6. The names of the secretary of state, your great-grandmothers, and the best tailor in town.
7. How to live alone, even if you don’t like to.
8. Where to go—be it your best friend’s kitchen table or a yoga mat—when your soul needs soothing.
9. That you can’t change the length of your legs, the width of your hips, or the nature of your parents.
10. That your childhood may not have been perfect, but it’s over.
11. What you would and wouldn’t do for money or love.
12. That nobody gets away with smoking, drinking, doing drugs, or not flossing for very long. 

13. Who you can trust, who you can’t, and why you shouldn’t take it personally.
14. Not to apologize for something that isn’t your fault. 
          I'm half way there, I've learned how to not feel bad about things I can't control so soon enough I'll learn how to not apologize for things I didn't do.
15. Why they say life begins at 30!

     I must say I'm rather impressed that I got to cross off so much on this list. There are definitely somethings I need to work on. I've got a few more years left to work on it so I'm not too worried. =)

Monday, August 5, 2013

Coffee Talk

Very rarely do I work on a Monday. My Mondays are usually spent cleaning the house and then prep work for the cakes I have coming up that weekend. I have purposely designed my Mondays to be this way because of the notorious relationship we've had in the past, as I'm sure you can relate to. So, for the last two plus years Monday and I have been on really good terms. I love my Mondays because I know that it will be my easy day for the week.

Except for today… sort of. I had to wake up early this morning to bake my first ever Pumpkin Coffee cake with brown sugar glaze. While the house was being filled with the most incredible fall scents that I'm totally in love with (pumpkin, cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, brown sugar, etc.) I made myself a cup of coffee and sat outside. I found that this was the perfect setting to write. So, I grabbed my computer and when the big blank white page popped up, I was stuck immediately. I didn't want to take my attention off of the beautiful morning I was given. Instead, I just sat quietly and enjoyed my cup of coffee and I said to myself that I WILL write later.


For the past couple of months I've been doing a weekly series post and I really like how it forces me to write and to be more active with this blog. I always think I'm way more interesting than I really am- so I often fall short of different things to talk about. My intention is to have this Monday Coffee Talk as sort of a way to exercise my writing skills and to figure out if I can write in different styles. So far, the only way I've been able to "write" is as if I'm speaking directly to you. Personally, I like reading blogs that talk to me, the reader, directly. I didn't choose this style of writing, it just came naturally because let's be real- it's easy this way. 

This week, I want to try my hand at a short story. The key word here is try. I know I'm not good at it because I talk too much. I lack the ability to cut to the point and I'm a total whore for adjectives. In person, however, I'm not much of a talker- at least I don't think so. Which I think is funny in and of itself because I claim to write as I speak, but at the same time I claim to not speak a lot. Clearly, based off of this post- I do talk… a lot. Hello, my name is Cris and I'm a rambler writer. 



Right now I'm sitting at a cafe in a nearby town, Porcia, like a fucken hipster with my frankenstein coffee and my computer. I feel so wrong right now and judging by the inquisitive glances of Italian passers by, I look wrong too. Instead of my sweet kelly green screen tee that says "I prefer the drummer," (feeling very rocker chic today) I might as well be sporting a giant American flag shirt. As the strikingly beautiful, nearly 6 months pregnant barista comes to take my order, she has this look of maybe anxiety or slight nervousness which quickly disappears off her angelic face as I flawlessly place my very off the menu drink order and a tall glass of cold non carbonated water. [Side note: I can't even begin to apologize for that epic run on sentence.] I'm just beaming with "foreigner" this morning. This place doesn't seem like a hot spot for Americans. I like it. 

Queen is playing over their speakers. That's interesting. Italy seems to be stuck in some sort of weird mindset that 80's punk rock is still a thing. Not saying that Queen is 80's punk rock, obviously, it just got me thinking about the music they play on the radio on the rare occasion when I actually listen to the radio here. The notion that Italy is stuck in the 80's was completely validated this weekend. I went to this rock festival in Giais and I swear, I was transported back to the late 70s, early 80s. Even the clothes majority of the concert goers were wearing made me feel like I was some futuristic weirdo, with my bohemian inspired maxi dress and hair spray free beachy waves. I've never seen so many acid wash jorts in one place ever before in my life. Neon wasn't quite present but there were tons of chicks with big hair and really awful cut off belly shirts. Perhaps their hair was a result of the nasty humidity we're being subjected to? I hope so. I even saw torn fish nets and high top sneakers on more than a dozen girls. Is this really a thing? Like right now, in 2013? 

Anyway, about the concert- it was a five day festival broken up over two separate weekends. I missed the show I really wanted to go to which had both a grunge band and Dire Straits tribute band. That was really the only sets I wanted to see out of the like 20 the festival showcased this year. I ended up going to the last show which was on Saturday and it wasn't too bad even though it was only Italian cover bands. Thankfully, it did momentarily satisfy my constant craving for live music. 



I'm two espressos deep and I'm pinging. I can no longer hold a single thought, let alone sit here without wigging out completely. So, I want to leave you a favorite Pinterest Quotable that resonated with me a lot this week: "Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance". We can all have realistic expectations of situations in our lives but when things go off course, whether it is in a gargantuan way or not, I think it's important that we search for that silver lining. I did celebrate my birthday solo this year, but rest assured lovely readers- I danced my ass off that night! 

Toodles,
CrisM