Goodbye my friend, Norwood.  I am honored to have met and known you. I will always giggle as I fondly remember how you challenged me to find new and creative ways to use "Harry Funballs" in a sentence. We will miss you but will carry on your legacy to get outdoors every day and bounce. […]

Thirteen years ago, I married that serious looking fella above.  It was a  little surprising for me to marry such a quiet, contemplative dude, given that I'm basically a loud-mouth Italian. But hey, it works and there's not a day that goes by that I don't thank my lucky stars that we found eachother.

I took out my yoga mat after having not officially practiced for about two months now. I started in Savasana, otherwise known as corpse (dead body) pose.  I didn't make it much further than that. Being a bit of a firecracker of a personality, Savasana has always been my most challenging pose. And now, its […]

For those 3 readers not following the other 3 readers who follow us on Facebook, here's a little piece of news: Mr. Wild Dingo and I got to meet some very famous Internet celebrities, in the FUR! Last week, we met up with Norwood and his bean along with Jack, Moo and their hu-mom. What […]

THESE are my groceries for the next 10 days. O.K. I exaggerated. I still need to buy about 10 more lemons. But seriously, these lemons, maple syrup, cayenne pepper and filtered water. A ten day challenge.  For nutters like me.

It isn't easy being Mr. Wild Dingo. Because, I'm not so good with acronyms.  Or names. Or numbers. He's always interpreting Wild Dingo-speak. Whenever I ask for the can of W4, Mr. Wild Dingo always replies "W4, WD40 whatever it takes."

By the end of this week, we'll be living back at our home in California. I'm looking forward to things like the dog door, soft water, reverse osmosis drinking water, Mexican food, Japanese food, clothes shopping, stores open at reasonable hours and my old yoga studio. Not to mention food labels in English and not having to […]

Eleven years ago, I married the guy in the photo and it wasn't for his keen seasonal fashion sense.

It wasn't at all as I expected, Monet's House and Garden in Giverny. I envisioned a quiet estate, square or round in shape, with a long driveway that would lead to the front. I imagined it unconnected from the noisy, harried world. Instead, it was located in a busy village, where motorists pass right through the middle of the two […]

Mr. Wild Dingo crowned me a Princess. Then he handed me a jug of water and said,"Get to work."