Le Cugine

Here's a pic of Liz and I in the vineyards during the quiet before the storm (aka before Harvest had begun).

Franca had some difficulties in framing the photo, and it also looks as if I peed my pants big time, but I mean, it's still pretty cute right?

Home Sweet Home

I thought I'd post some pictures of our house because for me, it's always nice to be able to visualize where a person is sitting when they are emailing me or talking to me on the phone.

The front of our house

Liz, Paolina, and my room

(yes, I have hit my head on those

wooden poles quite a few times)

Our Kitchen

The living room

(aka laundry drying rack room)

Canzone della Settimana

Fireworks

The Whitest Boy Alive

Words cannot describe how utterly obsessed I am with this song/band!

We're not messing around

Here's a pic of the hardcore steel toed boots that we wear at work everyday. The best way to describe them is a cross between those awful clunky/platform shoes every girl wore in the 80's and Ronald McDonald's shoes. The steel toe adds about 1/2 pound to the shoe, and liz experienced some severe ankle chafage the first couple of days we wore them. The shoes are also waterproof, so you can only imagine the wonderful aroma that they produce. But I gotta say, I have been sleeping better at night knowing that my toes are safe from any wrath that the cantina might bring my way.

Ciao Regazzi!

Sincere apologies for my lack of bloggature over the past week and a half. The good news is that we are officially finished with the harvest! I've got lots to share, and will try my darndest to share with you the most insane week of my life.

In the meantime, we've got another little story written by Hadwey Phelps himself!

Please Enjoy!

OH TIGGA! ALERT...Hadwey Reports:

Earlier this week, Tigga went to the airport in Los Angeles to fly to Sacramento. She had her boarding pass, went to the gate, and was ready to go Southwest Airlines said, "You may now board the airplane".

Tigga went to the gate, gave the guy her boarding pass, and walked onto the plane. One minute later, a voice called:"ANDREA PHELPS!"

"Tigga thought, "what could be wrong?"She went back to the man at the gate, who said,"Mrs. Phelps, this plane is going to San Francisco, but you are trying to go to Sacramento!!

"Oh Tigga! She got on the wrong plane!!!

When I heard this story I said, "Oh no, what if my Mutha became lost! How would I find her! Because I love her so much!"

Fortunately they directed her to the correct gate, she got on the correct plane, and found her way home.

"Now, Mutha, you are home with me!", said Hadwey

Oh Tigga!