Las Vegas Mama

Hello, world! I am back. I have met my AOL deadlines, and now it is time to do some serious blogging. Ok, not really. I am still not in the swing of daily blogging and frankly I need a break from the computer. But what I am going to do is tame the chaos that has descended upon my household during this little working stint. This endeavor has just confirmed what I already knew: I am not cut out for being a real working mom. It's just not worth it to me. Its strictly part time for me. And by part time I mean quarter time. Money isn't everything, and I know that idea is tough for a lot of people to swallow. Money really isn't much at all. As long as I have a decent roof over my head and decent food to eat, I am ok with not having more. Money can be lots of fun. But based on the last couple of weeks, my quality of life is not going to improve with more money, it is going to disintegrate into dirty dishes, feral children, and a dog that has not had a bath in weeks. No thank...

We went to dinner tonight at Settebello , the most delicious and unbelievably authentic Italian pizza in Las Vegas. I went to Italy just last year so I promise the comparison is fresh in my memory. I'm uncontrollable at Settebello. I go Great White on that pizza. Usually I can't remember anything afterward except how amazing it was. I like to dip the crust in their ridiculously flavorful olive oil. Actually, I want to drink the olive oil, but dipping is more socially acceptable. I hold back for my family's sake. Luckily for you, my dear Las Vegas mamas, it counts as majorly child-friendly when the hostess and several waiters listen to your child talk a never-ending stream of nonsense with smiles and interested responses. Tonight also happened to be my very first child-related broken dish in a respectable establishment. Opa!! Here's to many more to come!