<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2026 06:39:30 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Life in the village</category><category>Insanity</category><category>Wisdom</category><category>As I mature</category><category>Christmas in Italy</category><category>English</category><category>Fun times</category><category>Spring in Tuscany</category><category>Tourists run amok</category><category>crafting on a dime</category><category>gardening for dummies</category><category>swine flu H1N1</category><title>SugoandSunshine</title><description>Where Southern meets Italian</description><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-6713463574841880980</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T13:48:09.038+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Insanity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in the village</category><title>Headaches</title><atom:summary type="text">

Current drama unfolding in my life, as I understand it.


I would like for someone to explain the following Italian BS to me:


When transferring vehicle ownership from one person to another, you have to pay circa 300 euros in expensive taxes. &amp;nbsp;But if the owner is dead, well then to transfer (required), you have to pay an extra expensive tax. &amp;nbsp;Because they are dead. &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/11/headaches.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-6122139966352453170</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-08T12:42:23.232+01:00</atom:updated><title/><atom:summary type="text">After taking a long break from blogland, I've decided to dip my toe back in! &amp;nbsp;New posts coming soon!</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-taking-long-break-from-blogland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-1927842697889210494</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2011 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.563+02:00</atom:updated><title>Things that make you go hmmmmm....</title><atom:summary type="text">It was recently brought to my attention that, while I may consider myself to&amp;nbsp;be as cute as a button, my&amp;nbsp;fashion sense has got "frumpy" written all over it.

What the hell is it about hitting your mid thirties?&amp;nbsp; Wrinkles, wiry grey hairs, achy joints, and a frumpy&amp;nbsp;wardrobe...wham bam!&amp;nbsp; Who is responsible for this madness?&amp;nbsp; Did I do this to myself?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;While I </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/04/fashionablyfashionable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw2z2dg3YMGWzmfxxtJ6ZsJFCamG36Jt3ZJZ4DgfOStuPL_n5hqiH2VR74ghYH1Godb9kUiKbDcEH-YBbeDtb02Fg1FL_8jABLIJtpH71VpzPoWD3HxfZiKC9131IZQsQ6nsIO9rGOqw/s72-c/img109.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-8696926884697256777</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.611+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crafting on a dime</category><title>My first sewn dress</title><atom:summary type="text">
I have finished my dress.&amp;nbsp; Yay for me!&amp;nbsp;



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from this, to this!









The&amp;nbsp;dress is a loose fitting, cotton paisley pattern (I just love saying the word&amp;nbsp;"paisley").&amp;nbsp; I added a belt here to see how it would look, because otherwise it just hangs like a sack, and that makes me look like a marionette on a stick, quite frankly.&amp;nbsp; The sleeves, which have a small </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/moira-dress.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-7815005496921164683</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.599+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in the village</category><title>a rough week</title><atom:summary type="text">
Looks like the computer is fixed, but every now and then&amp;nbsp;it burps up an error message.&amp;nbsp; I seem to be getting lots of spam from an old friend, what is up with that?&amp;nbsp; I now have 4 email accounts to my name, and no peace of mind.



Spring&amp;nbsp;and pollen&amp;nbsp;have arrived, and&amp;nbsp;they've&amp;nbsp;not been so nice to me.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I may just lock myself in the house and refuse to see</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/rough-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-1470968079124751507</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.552+02:00</atom:updated><title>Mistah Lovah Lovah...</title><atom:summary type="text">This morning&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;elderly Italian neighbor, who is 80 if a day,&amp;nbsp;brought me a present.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I stared blankly&amp;nbsp;back and forth from her smiling face to my new gift, wondering just what the heck she thought I&amp;nbsp;needed a hot water bottle for.

According to her, this here hot water bottle&amp;nbsp;is for&amp;nbsp;keeping&amp;nbsp;me warm at night since my husband has joined the </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/mistah-lovah-lovah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgrwi7v16Os3eIKskhv57ZU3Cfm2HfVgScF6T9KSLbOPR-Z0Y8HY9HHZBCoE7DrBFNRyLWvzObxjQlfSd30pRr7PA7jmLvQtQDj-dyN5rlevEqUk-2BvdgzH5ZVo_EVm-J2-9ldIEr6g/s72-c/Image007.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-2601836234491067508</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.565+02:00</atom:updated><title>Home Economics....revisited.</title><atom:summary type="text">
Ok, enough procrastinating!!&amp;nbsp; I want pretty dresses for spring and summer, and they just aren't going to get up and sew&amp;nbsp;themselves, right?
cracks knuckles, wiggles fingers.
(ahem) step one:Uncross my eyes, and figure out where the hell my pattern pieces&amp;nbsp;are on this sheet of paper.&amp;nbsp;


</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-economicsrevisited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-1861957966784038492</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2011 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.560+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in the village</category><title>Ch-ch-changin'!</title><atom:summary type="text">


This week, our little&amp;nbsp;Italian-American family joined the Travelling Salesman Club.&amp;nbsp; My husband's new job is too far away for him to make the daily commute like any reasonable person should, so he has rented a room and will be living the weekends at home and the rest of the&amp;nbsp;week in the far away town.&amp;nbsp; How does this make me feel?&amp;nbsp; One the one hand, I am happy for him, </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/ch-ch-changin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-3785640341680695062</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 21:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.572+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas in Italy</category><title>2010 Christmas highlights in da village</title><atom:summary type="text">﻿﻿﻿ 




Seamus Scallywag, our Christmas Eve dinner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We went all Maya on him afterwards. (He's paying homage to da Knife)
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The Ghosts of Christmas Past rollin in!&amp;nbsp; Can I get a hoo-hah!



﻿﻿


Shepard girl with chubby&amp;nbsp;baby,&amp;nbsp;from Nativity scene:
&amp;nbsp;two pieces of cane, aluminum foil, yarn,&amp;nbsp;fabric scraps, and Q-tips!
(Those are the super-talented fingers of</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-christmas-highlights-in-da-village.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDW43Fi2QgZ4tIwLQ0HbNp61b2ZiNr5a0aSDrhwJq01D-D8acbPP-bAb-MRS0OR716VeIEPfTvqVhJdweqeDTxtwSfHubjQ78HXSswXguAHTix9TnnKu2t6Yfs2U4le1D_D7JlCCbQRQ/s72-c/042.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-1509740212481048871</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.556+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in the village</category><title>Introducing...Jack</title><atom:summary type="text">Video taken by my daughter on her cell phone, sorry about the poor quality


Our dog Jack is what you would call a case study against animal abandonment.&amp;nbsp; We rescued him from&amp;nbsp;an animal shelter two years ago.&amp;nbsp; He was quiet, while all the other dogs were busy agitating around.&amp;nbsp; (Really,who wants to bring home&amp;nbsp;something agitated, right?)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was our guy.&amp;nbsp; We </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/introducingjack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-6285422637290494417</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.587+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">As I mature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in the village</category><title>X-Fat</title><atom:summary type="text">


This morning, while&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;house clothes,&amp;nbsp;and with&amp;nbsp;a Breathe Right strip still stuck on my nose, I stood staring into my upteenth pot of oatmeal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oatmeal has become my new best friend.&amp;nbsp; Next week I'll be&amp;nbsp;having a birthday, and never have I felt so old physically (Mentally, I'm still 21, just sayin').&amp;nbsp; I mean, when have I ever had problems eating fast </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/x-fat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwgAgjrwjDx6eYm98DIE13qyqkEutPsyMdGDQGmTB97VBO4ujZPWaLbuGsz8YCmVbqg0aPykY6YlwErYL2c5blZQVYuBLP3YZbVZCzu_uul0mDQvG0-qPhe4XTt8vu2rzShxQvHzc-kg/s72-c/treq_b4.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-2865885476161692882</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.569+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in the village</category><title>A case for McDonalds...</title><atom:summary type="text">
A case for McDonalds...
or, why you should avoid&amp;nbsp;it like the plague.





Let me just start off by saying that I'm not&amp;nbsp;a food snob.&amp;nbsp; Back when I lived in the US 12 years ago,&amp;nbsp; I practically lived off fast food.

So...McDonald's opened up a chain last year&amp;nbsp;in a nearby town, in the big Outlet Center in Tuscany where everyone who is anyone now goes to shop.&amp;nbsp; It's only </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/case-for-mcdonalds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-5685658051413038015</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.585+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring in Tuscany</category><title>A friend in need is a friend indeed....</title><atom:summary type="text">


It's spring in Tuscany, and for me that means allergy season.&amp;nbsp; Yippee.&amp;nbsp; I'm a snotty mess until the end of May.

So, seein' as how I had planned on doing some prevention this year, at the first sign of a stuffed nose I hightailed it to the village pharmacy.&amp;nbsp; Our pharmacist has a knack for giving you "just the thing that you need!", and 9 times out of 10 it's medicine to solve a </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-in-need-is-friend-indeed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-3991607310318901589</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 10:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.575+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Insanity</category><title>Spring Fever</title><atom:summary type="text">
Bloggers, I think I've caught me some&amp;nbsp;spring fever.


A few days ago, I was a simmering, sarcastic nutcase, writing up a scathing put-down to some bumbling idiot on vacation.&amp;nbsp; 



Before that, I was feeling a little hippy-ish out there in my yard, waxing poetic about weeds...I mean, who gets poetic about weeds?&amp;nbsp; I don't even have a green thumb. ( I just tell myself that I do).



</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-fever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-5575973324138257643</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.583+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gardening for dummies</category><title>Is it spring yet?</title><atom:summary type="text">


Today was the day I started to tackle the long neglected backyard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The sun was inviting me to come out and play.&amp;nbsp; Look!, it was saying to me, I've returned!&amp;nbsp; The snow from The Great&amp;nbsp;Inconvienence of 2010&amp;nbsp;had finally melted after a week of hanging around.&amp;nbsp; But spring is&amp;nbsp;here,&amp;nbsp; and that means eating al fresco and lazy afternoons in the hammack, and I</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-spring-yet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQFd102WTKgURom0joERqhsXkc7DVJfN6mLe7GQjz1mIP_L8lSIQQJ3pvsAksBo4jR6ex8UJT4CMNvnzFkBQSOQXwpKn-ioXBmzBlqx_CNQTfXDierMIimKndA4wuaoVk9qDK3QyFDA/s72-c/002.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-7969496002881095504</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.603+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">English</category><title>Do you speak English?  No, my brain runs on cotton fluff</title><atom:summary type="text">



This morning I had a lovely visit from a new English-speaking friend!&amp;nbsp; It was so&amp;nbsp;nice to have a chat over the kitchen table, and to laugh at the silly things and going's on in small town village life from a foreigner's point of view.&amp;nbsp; She is a funny and&amp;nbsp;delightful woman to chat with and I'm so glad that we've met.

I swear, though, I had a strange phenomonen happen to me </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-speak-english-no-my-brain-runs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLUOi15VYZwu6ue4CfO4ucZnu4fhXBNKMzRMBE0s-HINfzum6-9gvWYbLR7hdBabA27x288rKmwTyiv5f1TdIgHFaj2JelVS4gMZ3LEt5iRPOdfNJOS2VdAPWvQcZwQ28QQjdkZ-GfEQ/s72-c/imagesCADMW2OQ.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-4926798292284954530</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.580+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wisdom</category><title>Ypsilon 10, RIP!</title><atom:summary type="text">








the sempre fedele Ypsilon 10




I think I may have jinxed the sempre fedele Ypsilon 10 with the kooky car&amp;nbsp;post....it's leaking oil.&amp;nbsp; 

This evening&amp;nbsp;il marito&amp;nbsp;is off to look at a new car.&amp;nbsp; I knew this day would eventually come, and until now was eagerly awaiting it...

Ten years together, us and the ypsilon...that's longer than some marriages last!&amp;nbsp; The kids</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/ypsilon-10-rip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYY3pCYhJhlRYEIeNyA0ESjTyZeByhZ0XoChbku8LjzIIT6vRBC-fyVwbncu0ybL37s8iXnZ5i2bImgfn0eRrJKNcDBJpMEExFSF9GVD57hEpw-XYvB6sXpKkYWzyKzSP8SC5dAJQN4w/s72-c/ypsilon+10.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-81774362111050067</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 11:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.606+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun times</category><title>A kooky car, a little ditty, a lot of laughter, and p-p-p-pizza!</title><atom:summary type="text">





Last eve, my darling husband took me&amp;nbsp;to a dinner&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;La Sirena (the mermaid). &amp;nbsp;We wore our best clothes, bummed the kids off at the in-laws, and rattled and popped up to the restaurant in our poor man's mazda, the sempre&amp;nbsp;fedele Ypsilon 10.&amp;nbsp; Since we were so fine looking and all on the inside, and the car was so&amp;nbsp;'junkyard-ish' on the outside, we decided to </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/kooky-car-little-ditty-lot-of-laughter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkc0rMwOpXQ6geRq_1aUsJXjIhJntbs5mtu9kl3scbdIyTw4jT60xlrp1RiAqvYl8oz1zdoLOBpS31WfecxzgTbOOfDp61047hqrd3PyAwMhg7A0RCmojwc9tDE63ZqoLb-Q4Ym58tLA/s72-c/Tammy.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-7391203970017103697</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.596+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">swine flu H1N1</category><title>Influenza A H1N1</title><atom:summary type="text">
My sweet&amp;nbsp;twelve year old Son has caught the H1N1 flu virus.&amp;nbsp; This morning our village doctor made a house call.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, my Son is the last one in his class to catch it.&amp;nbsp;




This is what swine flu does to you, according to my long-suffering&amp;nbsp;doctor:&amp;nbsp; 

First you get a sore throat.&amp;nbsp; 

Then you get a raging fever that lasts for two days, max three.&amp;nbsp; 

</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/influenza-h1n1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7JklvqT-w8Ch681MiSqJydHF9VMsl5AP7XLI0mCT3rDg8jM8ATgSeumx7FFPAG77NdDMylpOH457MMg9P1O52hE8lnynZWS6wdaOMscNAsmRlXptrG4qdhcLeu8agvW_lfclXHxHow/s72-c/pig07.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-7285776475256549137</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.593+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in the village</category><title>Toughing it out like 'Walker, Texas Ranger'...</title><atom:summary type="text">








My husband loves to watch "Walker, Texas Ranger" reruns.&amp;nbsp; Without fail, he'll call me everytime to come watch it&amp;nbsp;with him..."Honey, Walter is on!"&amp;nbsp; Cue&amp;nbsp;me rolling my eyes.&amp;nbsp; He usually follows that up with "That'sa real man!&amp;nbsp; Beat the&amp;nbsp;hell outta everboddy!"&amp;nbsp; No offense, Walter, but I think your show is corn-on-the-cob corny.&amp;nbsp; The whole "Don't </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/toughing-it-out-like-walker-texas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsQRRgB0j414rbVfOPkf4yMUf2nu7tHLeuYful-nXp-ME-vGHhvTUBE7ykK92o3n7pZQsukvGO-QdYpdqkwr9JzboG4SsQJPV235874zbGaxA-LnNEihbitwEvJQRrwFf-41MLK6A6Q/s72-c/003.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-8358895388082224520</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.609+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wisdom</category><title>The day I 'officially' turned OLD...</title><atom:summary type="text">My twelve year old Son's favorite show is 'Everybody Hates Chris', which runs on Comedy Central over here in Italy.&amp;nbsp; It's a cool show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The problem is,&amp;nbsp; I have to explain everything, and&amp;nbsp;by that,&amp;nbsp;I mean pop culture, to my Son.&amp;nbsp; "Why did he say this?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What's up with&amp;nbsp;that?"&amp;nbsp; (It could be worse for me, at least he understands english).

&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-i-officially-turned-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-4535672584855405109</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.577+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life in the village</category><title>Constant Craving</title><atom:summary type="text">I would have betrayed my cappucino in a heartbeat this morning&amp;nbsp;with a steaming hot slice of southern white cornbread.&amp;nbsp; Not an ideal breakfast choice, I know.&amp;nbsp; Food cravings always hit you at the wrong time.

I'm in a land of cappucino and croissants, espresso and biscotti.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me&amp;nbsp;wrong, I love&amp;nbsp;Italian breakfasts.&amp;nbsp; But every now and then&amp;nbsp;the Southern </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/constant-craving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879008284901837442.post-641362738695185598</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T15:58:07.589+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tourists run amok</category><title>Field Trip!!</title><atom:summary type="text">In September of 2009, my husband and I went on the yearly field trip offered by the local mom n' pop grocery store here in my village.&amp;nbsp; Two years ago, we went to Pompeii, last year it was Padova, but this year we went to the Cinque Terre in Liguria.&amp;nbsp; For those who don't know, Liguria is a northern region in Italy.&amp;nbsp;The Cinque Terre has been designated a&amp;nbsp;World Heritage Site by </atom:summary><link>http://sugoandsunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-september-6-2009-marco-and-i-went-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sugoandsunshine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLfnHL11BvGXC5rwohQsiXqx6SwzxHkXJwfE0yyJEl1PyLp47TTRw3DjugwUEJTooyUbNl4m3nJP-iC3AknpdOxWKP47e5H7mNDzlNmAPV_mtTo0ifntdYLRzznjI2QjHm4jG1r9auA/s72-c/001.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>