Archive for August, 2012

EXCLUSIVE! Snooki’s new baby (photo)

Tuesday, August 28th, 2012

NEWSFLASH! Yes, Snooki’s baby made his way into The Garden State, and our talented paparazzi got their crazed little hands on the first offical portrait of the new little guy, Lorenzo.

Here’s to wishing him and the whole Snookilicious family a happy normal life OUT of the limelight (sans face punches, bitch slaps, fist pumps, rat’s nests and orange bronzer.)

Congratulazioni!!

(ITALIAN LESSON: orange = arancione)

This photo from a funny place on the web called: www.smosh.com. Please pay them a visit!

50-100% Chance of Bullsh*t!

Wednesday, August 8th, 2012

Mom used to say,
“BELIEVE HALF OF WHAT YOU SEE, AND NONE OF WHAT YOU HEAR.”

Yup, she got that right! There’s a major downpour with heavy amounts of B.S. flying down at us these days, don’t you think? It gets better — since it’s an election year, you’ll have to sit tight and enjoy the monsoon, because I’m certain the cow cookies will be hitting us hard and heavy, come fall.

(ITALIAN LESSON: Storm = Tempesta)

No worries, I’m steering clear of politics and religion today. I already covered a bit about the good ol’ Catholic days in a few of these fun and slightly irreverent posts:

Sadistic priest burns little girl with cigar

Confessions of a Naughty Catholic (Part 1)

The Very Wretched Sister Urselena

Palm Sunday: Church with a Door Prize!

So, go out and get yourself a sturdy pair of thigh-high boots, a “gale force” umbrella, and please remember Ma’s wisdom.

Feel free to share your opinions about those political messages you know you’ll be enjoying on the tube soon — I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Baby Spells What?

Friday, August 3rd, 2012

“Everyone is guilty at one time or another of throwing out questions that beg to be ignored, but mothers seem to have a market on the supply. For example: “Don’t you want to save some of the pizza for your brother?

Most kids mutter Mama and Dada when they begin to mix words that people actually understand with their baby gibberish, but who remembers the very first word a baby SPELLS?

My parents did, and my first special word was P-I-Z-Z-A! Yes, Mom & Dad fondly told me that PIZZA was the first string of letters that tumbled out of my 75% Italian little mouth as I was learning the art of spelling.

(ITALIAN LESSON: WORD = PAROLA)

MMMMMM pizza. I still love it, and quite often I have what I call “sauce cravings”. But back to P-I-Z-Z-A! There’s nothing worth singeing the roof your mouth like a delicious, cheesy, greasy slice of New York style Ah’Pizz!

Well, ciao and chow — it’s time for me to go grab a slice or two (this photo of my ooey gooey friend in all its splendor made me hungry).

I’d love to hear your first words (said or spelled) – OR – just share what toppings you’d like on your ‘ZA in the comments spot below. GRAZIE!