http://www.madnessmomandme.com/2009/12/aunt-pattis-hair-nest-the-twitty-birds/ Mon, 26 Jul 2010 18:23:21 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 hourly 1 http://www.madnessmomandme.com/2009/12/aunt-pattis-hair-nest-the-twitty-birds/comment-page-1/#comment-64 Nan’s roadkill pancakes « Madness Mom and Me Tue, 23 Feb 2010 03:09:55 +0000 http://madnessmomandme.com/?p=391#comment-64 [...] (as noted in the post “Aunt Patti’s Hair Nest and the Twitty Birds”, here:  http://madnessmomandme.com/2009/12/aunt-pattis-hair-nest-the-twitty-birds/) and she told me that my beloved and utterly sweet 92 year old grandmother - whom I call [...] [...] (as noted in the post “Aunt Patti’s Hair Nest and the Twitty Birds”, here:  http://madnessmomandme.com/2009/12/aunt-pattis-hair-nest-the-twitty-birds/) and she told me that my beloved and utterly sweet 92 year old grandmother - whom I call [...]

]]> http://www.madnessmomandme.com/2009/12/aunt-pattis-hair-nest-the-twitty-birds/comment-page-1/#comment-43 Yo, Trump! You Owe My Dad Some Cash! « Madness Mom and Me Sun, 17 Jan 2010 01:49:08 +0000 http://madnessmomandme.com/?p=391#comment-43 [...] Atlantic City used to be a wholesome family destination where kids could meet and greet Mr. Peanut, munch on popcorn, see creamy delicious chocolate fudge being made (and get a free sample), play games for prizes — like winning a “concussion” goldfish by throwing a ping-pong ball in their little glass home (so it could die of a brain hemorrhage just after you named it)– and even watch full-grown horses jump off a sky-high ladder into a small pool of blue water way down below.  As a kid, I was totally mesmerized by this feat– not today though.  Today, I’d be the one breaking in with a flashlight and a crowbar in the dead of night to free those poor animals.  Horses that probably had to be shot the next day due to a broken leg after this shitty trick.  I won’t get started on the shittiness of it all, instead I’ll let my mind settle in, and be happy with my memories of the Steel Pier, the performing horses, and the delicious Italian meals of various pastas, veal and chicken parmesan dinners with my parents at Patrina’s – an authentic dining spot for guineas, old and young.  And, as my Aunt Patti would say  ”they cooked up some good fuckin’ sauce!” (more about Aunt Patti here: http://madnessmomandme.com/2009/12/aunt-pattis-hair-nest-the-twitty-birds). [...] [...] Atlantic City used to be a wholesome family destination where kids could meet and greet Mr. Peanut, munch on popcorn, see creamy delicious chocolate fudge being made (and get a free sample), play games for prizes — like winning a “concussion” goldfish by throwing a ping-pong ball in their little glass home (so it could die of a brain hemorrhage just after you named it)– and even watch full-grown horses jump off a sky-high ladder into a small pool of blue water way down below.  As a kid, I was totally mesmerized by this feat– not today though.  Today, I’d be the one breaking in with a flashlight and a crowbar in the dead of night to free those poor animals.  Horses that probably had to be shot the next day due to a broken leg after this shitty trick.  I won’t get started on the shittiness of it all, instead I’ll let my mind settle in, and be happy with my memories of the Steel Pier, the performing horses, and the delicious Italian meals of various pastas, veal and chicken parmesan dinners with my parents at Patrina’s – an authentic dining spot for guineas, old and young.  And, as my Aunt Patti would say  ”they cooked up some good fuckin’ sauce!” (more about Aunt Patti here: http://madnessmomandme.com/2009/12/aunt-pattis-hair-nest-the-twitty-birds). [...]

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