Archive for February, 2011

Don’t F*ck with Peppermint Patty!

Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011

“I mean funny like I’m a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I’m here to f*ckin’ amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?” ~ Tommy DeVito GOODFELLAS

A while back I wrote this post called  Joe Pesci is my third cousin, you gotta F*%#!n’ problem with that? A fun one to write, and it’s true. Although Joe and I have not met, my grandmother used to love saying that we were related to the famous actor — I think it gave Nan a little thrill, a tiny “taste” of celebrity.

to enjoy oneself, have fun, amuse = divertirsi ~ laugh = risata)

Mr. Pesci and I do certainly have a few things in common, like love and loyalty to our family, a good sense of humor, and a hot head. Don’t mess with our friends and family or ever disrespect us in front of our peers. You saw what happened to the other guinea who told cuz to get his shine box! Yes, I know it’s called acting and that was the character he was playing (I’m not THAT crazy), but it’s the Pesci we love seeing on screen. Just like Danny Aiello ranting and raving in his films — I can relate!

After getting sucked in for the thousandth time watching GOODFELLAS this past Saturday, (it’s one of those movies that whenever it’s on I just HAVE to watch it – and I own a copy!) So, I was googling the “how am I funny” scene and discovered this clip below.

So, enjoy – hope it makes YOU laugh!

Do I amuse you? Head back to the home of MADNESS here

Being Italiano

Friday, February 11th, 2011

“It’s a Sicilian message. It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.” ~ Clemenze (Richard Castellano), The Godfather

Being Italiano

A friend of mine sent me one of those “you know you’re Italian when” emails the other day, so I used a few from that list and added some of my own.  Guess you could say I was entertaining myself.  Here they are:

* Your household  “conversations” hit decibel levels over in the high 90s (the Romano family was highly skilled)
* You swear very well F*ckin A Right!
* At least one of your cousins is a fireman, cop, bar owner, funeral home owner, or holds political office – hmm…does a wino count?
* You thought seriously about becoming either a nun or a priest – Yes, I loved Sister Bertrille!

The Flying Nun
* You have no idea how to make a long story short – fuhgettaboutit!
* Many of your childhood meals were homemade pasta with homemade sauce – store bought was a mortal sin
* It’s “sauce”(period) . Gravy is the brown stuff — for TURKEY!
* You spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling in prayer or feeling very guilty, thank you Catholicism
* You can’t wait for the other guy to stop talking before you start talking

(ITALIAN LESSON: Oh, you are such a lovely, crazy woman! = Oh, sei una donna così adorabile, fantastica!)

* ‘Italian Leftovers’ is a euphemism for ‘spaghetti and meatballs.’ Mangia!!!
* You have Italian Alzheimer’s, you forget everything but the grudges  – can we say STUBBORN ITALIAN
* Childhood remedies for the common cold often included some form of warmed spiced vino or boiled potatoes a la grandmama
* There’s no leaving a family party without saying goodbye, kissing and hugging everyone for at least 45 minutes and those long & rough cheek pinches – ouch!
* At this very moment, you have at least two relatives who are not speaking to each other or may have had a fist fight

*You may have recently beaten up your laptop — oh wait, that was me! (see previous post) and head back to the home of madness here:

A Winter Poem

Friday, February 4th, 2011

I get this poem every winter & every winter I love reading it.

It’s a beautiful poem and very well written.

I thought it might be a comfort to you, as it was to me.

A Winter Poem


It’s Cold

The End.

~ ~ ~

(ITALIAN LESSON: cold = freddo)

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