Archive for July, 2011

Old & Moldy

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

“He’s so old that his blood type was discontinued.”

Mom always had a way of cracking me up, usually by saying something completely dry, completely hysterical, and I so treasure her witty, amusing comments.

Just this week I noticed a tiny dark spot on my wrist (hmm..maybe an OD of sunshine on summer vaca?) As I examined it a bit closer, I burst into laughter, as I “heard” Mom’s voice say, “OLD AND MOLDY!” If Dad had a spot on his leg, arm or anywhere, Ma would say, “that’s what happens, you get old and moldy.” If she saw a little freckle or sun spot, she’d say “OLD & MOLDY!”

Ma, you’re the best and you’re still making me laugh from wherever you are! I love you (and miss you) even more for it! Guess I’ll soon be a card-carrying member of the Old & Moldy Club!

(ITALIAN LESSON: Old people = i vecchi, gli anziani)

If “old and moldy” has you thinking about anyone you know (or has provoked a horrifying image of some crazy old decrepit neighbor) please leave a comment – we’d love to hear about your mold.

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Your Family in 3 Words

Wednesday, July 13th, 2011

“Families are like fudge – mostly sweet with a few nuts.”

Hey guys – let’s have a little fun today, shall we? Go ahead and describe your family in just three words (in the comments area below). Come on, just post the first three words that pop into your head!

ITALIAN LESSON: Family = La Famiglia

Okay, I’ll go first: neurotic, quirky & lovable (not in that order, of course) 🙂

YOUR TURN!
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Debut: Six Sentence Saturdays

Saturday, July 9th, 2011

Something new! Little six sentence snippets of my family insanity posts.

These six (long sentences) are from my original post, “Just a Crazy Italian Famiglia from NJ”. Hope you enjoy ~ Ciao Bellas!

Mom certainly contributed her fair share of insanity to our little Romano clan, and I love her for it, I really do. Come on, how many other daughters can go on about how their mom threw her shoes/purse/dad’s wallet out of the car window, flipped her spaghetti plate at the dinner table, ran away a few times (well, it was just around the block, or to the corner of her walk-in closet), had special “turn-the-car-around” powers, or flipped on the gas oven to do the family in?

Plus, an almost-daughter-in-law (seeing her before noon, you would’ve sworn she was Don King) who beat down an enemy with a plastic lawn goose and occasionally went berserk on family members with a Ginsu knife!

Seriously, mom and I shared many a laugh over these memories, complete with those precious “pee-your-pants” moments, and this is just the beginning.

MADONNA MIA! If you have a weak bladder, pop on your trusty Depends and hang on for the ride!

Freckles…Every Woman Has Two

Saturday, July 2nd, 2011

“My husband said ‘show me your boobs’ and I had to pull up my skirt… so it was time to get them done!” ~ Dolly Parton

“Mom, what are those?” A little me asked inquisitively one day, while staring at mom’s boobs when she was casually changing her summer blouse. Mom, thinking I meant the little “dots” on her skin, replied “freckles honey”.

ITALIAN LESSON: Boobs = tette (tits) or poppa (breasts)

From that day on, for about a decade or so, I thought boobs were called freckles. I couldn’t understand why some of my friends didn’t know what the word meant — I just figured my mom told me more about that kind of stuff than their moms did. Lucky to be me!


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