knee-knocking, back-slapping fun.

Posted on September 29, 2011 by sorellaaglio

As you all know, I’ve been away takin’ care of the business of my sister’s wedding. Sorry it’s been a while since I updated, but since I have SO MUCH to tell you about, I’ll start by showing you the results of the crafts at the wedding!

Here is a picture of the final seating chart cards. Thanks to Aunt Kathy for writing all the names!

This is the sign that Jon cut the wood for and I spray painted (with Jeff’s help), and Uncle Tony and Jeff nailed. Ahh, family team work.

Here is Lillian, the flower girl, carrying the bouquet we made. She was so gentle with it, which was adorable.

Folding the programs that I designed with Traci and Jeff’s help.

Next up? Some wedding photos, although picking through the thousands is going to be hard…

Camp Waterloo Reunion

Posted on December 3, 2010 by sorellaaglio

I was thinking about the up-and-coming holidays, and how I am going home for a bit, which is very exciting, and I realized that I haven’t been to Camp Waterloo in a year! A year, people! Ridiculous. Because of travels to Connecticut and Chicago, I’ve avoided the mitten for a full twelve months. Terrible! Despicable! Horrendous!

So I reminisced for a while, reminding myself of what I have to look forward to…

Crabs, and other delicious creatures of the sea…

These girls!

Family…

Hometown coffee places, and signs like this…

My home in general…

Family, and good eats.

This guy. 🙂

My momma and sister…

Of course, the whole Palluzzi clan.

I cannot wait. Family, I’m coming home! I am so excited.

you get in, you get done (and then you get gone.)

Posted on October 15, 2010 by sorellaaglio

My hairdresser last night said, “Cutting your hair makes me feel like I am cutting Veronica Lake’s hair.”

This weekend I have the following plans: yoga, date with JH to crepes and a movie, sleep, soccer, peach crisp, nothing, sleep, farmer’s market, yoga, pot roast, nothing.

My hairdresser last night said, “You have great hair. Do you like your hair? Because some people with great hair don’t like their hair.”

It’s Friday. Cinnamon rolls are made, and ready to be eaten. 37 to go. There are mixed cds to mix, to mail, to pour my soul into, and to hope that (and know that) the recipients will get, and love.

My hairdresser last night said, “So the sister wives were on Oprah today…”

I’m going to do a lot of s t r e t c h i n g this weekend, and cooking, and deep breathing in and out through my nose, and alternatively relaxing my face muscles and smiling through Warrior 3.

My hairdresser last night said, “What is your heritage?”

I said Italian.

My hairdresser last night said, “Oh my God, I knew it! I knew you were Italian!!”