Tuesday, January 17, 2012

food flags

love this!

A brilliantly simple advertising campaign for the Sydney International Food Festival. It's pretty self explanatory. Flags of each country recreated by food that country is known for.

Take Italia, la mia favorita, for example:

 Basil + pasta  + tomato = Italy's deliciousness. Om nom nom.

Visually pleasing. Palette enticing. Montastic hungry-ing.

More here.

Friday, January 6, 2012

you know you're old when

part of your pregame routine for a bachelorette party is Pepcid AC.


resolve this

I resolve to stress less
to think more highly of myself
to be more patient with the beebs
to drink more tea in place of coffee
to practice my italiano
to write more-- personally and bloggily
to have girl time
to have boy time
to do something active at least 4 days a week (even if it's just a walk, like a lazy ass)
to stop biting my nails
to be big spoon more often
to have more love
to have less arguments
to really really work on finding a forever home for my family
to shave my legs more often
to read a book. like an actual book.
to re-womanize myself (starting with the aforementioned leg shaving)
to relax until i feel like this:
i resolve to keep at least 3 of these resolution.

i mean let's be realistic. i'm not looking to reinvent the wheel here.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

all dressed down and nowhere to go

that's right. i'm sitting here, makeup-less, bespectacled, hair all a-frizz, and wearing sweatpants that are much too large for me.

ahhh. montastic has the house all to herself. don't get me wrong--i'd still look like this if someone were here. but there is something about the silence of the house that makes me feel even more gloriously slobby.

i really can't remember the last time i had the house to myself for a whole night. i'm thinking it's been a year at least. wild. apparently when you add a husband and baby to the mix, an empty house is a rarity. and it's weird. and a little creepy. i've watched way too many horror movies in my day. eek.

so i've decided to tune pandora to some of my old fav stations, and craft some wordies.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

If only I could catch a Z or two.

Is it seriously only 11:30 pm? When did I become an old fart who thinks that this is WAY past bedtime?

Oh, right. Baby. Usually baby responsibility alone makes my head ready to hit the pillow at about 9:45 every night.

But not the last few nights for some reason. Nope. Can't sleep. I've just laid there and listened to hubs breathing. And listened to baby breathing teeny tiny baby breaths. And watched the modem flicker. And listened to the grandfather clock bong every fifteen minutes. And flipped my pillow over..and over..and over...and over.

Ah, but tonight...tonight I've truly seized control of my sleeplessness. I got out of bed and found myself back at Bella and Brutta. What power! Take that tired-but-not-sleepy Montastic.

Now, if only I had something worth blogging about.