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Seeing Stars, Part II

Sunday, August 4th, 2013

“I love meeting famous people. I’m even happy just looking at them.” ~ Joey McIntyre

Dr. Ruth Westheimer: This little (and I mean little) hussy flirted with my husband at the NYC Book Fair! She was very nice actually, but she had a thing for my other half!

dr ruth

Bob Dole: I bumped into United States Senator Dole at The TODAY show in NYC while accompanying an author I represented. We all greeted and said hello in the hallway outside the green room. Yes, I did remember to shake his left hand, since he had his pen clutched tightly in his right.

Ann Curry: Ann is a sweetheart. Yes, she may be a bit too saccharine for some, but I adore her. She told me she loved my antique engagement ring (met her the same day as Bob Dole, at the NBC studios Green Room for the Today Show). I saw her a second time while Andrew & I were visiting the rubble of the still smoldering Twin Towers a week after 9/11. Ann actually remembered me — and my ring!

ann curry

Ed Koch: Said a few works to the former Mayor of NYC at a book fair — he also gave me a signed copy of his book. Sidenote: Ed passed away this past February.

Donald Trump: via my brother David. Story at YO, TRUMP! More of a giggle and a head-shake.

Vandela: Andrew & I had our photo taken with this Norwegian/Swedish mega model at the NY Book Fair. I kinda remember feeling like a little troll standing next to her, but I do recall she was very sweet.

vandela

Hubie Brooks: Former professional New York Met. Mom and I were shopping at JCPenney (at our home away from home, the Rockaway Townsquare Mall) and mom said, “why not go meet the baseball player to get his autograph — you never know…”, so I did, and still have the photo stashed away.

Ed Rendell: Gave Ed a diva handshake at grand opening event in the city. Hey, I had a martini in my right hand, so what’s a girl do to? My friend Barbara pointed out my prima donna move, which had me laughing.

Louise Hay: Was lucky to meet the always inspirational Louise at the London Book Fair some years back, and I’m also happy to have a signed copy of her spiritual self-help book, “How to Heal Your Life”.

Mike Tyson: While Tyson was the golden boy of boxing, I literally bumped into him in Atlantic City as Don King was yelling “make way for the champ”! Funny sh!t!

mike tyson

Graham Kerr: The Galloping Gourmet was a childhood fave I used to watch with Mom, so when I met him to discuss a cookbook he was working on I found it brought back some nice memories.

Charles Barkley: A semi-regular at Bridget Foy’s here in Philly. Seems everybody wants to buy this guy a drink too. To us, he’s just one of the locals when we see him.

Honorable (or non-so) mentions and memories:

Waved to George Herbert Walker Bush & family at Mabel’s Lobster Claw Restaurant in Kennebunkport Maine — they were dining about 10 feet away from me. George Sr. and Barbara were just enjoying their grandkids, and I didn’t want to interrupt them.

Fantasia Barrino: of American Idol fame. She hugged me and called me BAYBAY at NBC studios here in Philly. As far as stars go, hmmm…does she even count?

Tell me about your celebrity meetings, or about someone you’d LOVE to meet! If you missed Part I, please head to PART I.

Cinnabon Trump

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

“And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum – Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon” – Missy “Misdemeanor” Elliott

Just a follow up to my last “Yo Trump!” post.

This is how I see the ‘do  – need I say more?

(Italian Lesson: cappelli = hair)

See the similarities?

See the similarities?

The infamous Donald 'do

 

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Yo, Trump! You Owe My Dad Some Cash!

Saturday, January 16th, 2010
“When somebody challenges you, fight back.  Be brutal, be tough.” ~ Donald Trump
Cinnabon Trump

Cinnabon Trump

When my now Latin King brother (much more about him to come) was about 18, Dad, myself and my bro would visit and “donate” our small share of cash to the sparkly new casinos which were beginning to sprout up along Atlantic City’s boardwalk. 

mr. peanut man & me

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 sh!tty trick.  I won’t get started on the sh!ttiness 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 f*ckin’ sauce!” (this previous post explains a bit more about Aunt Patti http://madnessmomandme.com/2009/12/aunt-pattis-hair-nest-the-twitty-birds).

(Italian Lesson: gambling house = casinò,  casa da gioco)

Back to the beginning of my story:  One of my favorite memories was when my dad, my bro and I were at one of Trump’s casinos and we saw “The Donald” himself walking right in front of us and, without missing a beat, my brother ran straight up to him and yelled out YO, TRUMP! YOU OWE MY DAD MONEY!” Donald turned around and asked “Oh yeah? And why is that may I ask?”  My brother said “because my dad lost money up in here, Trump” .  A pretty friendly Donald with his multi-colored cinnabon swirl of a hair-do just smiled and kept on walking with his cronies.  I was cracking up, dad was shaking his head, most likely hoping secretly that Trump may just decide to pull out a Benjamin or two and  say, “here you go, man“.  Well, no such luck, but it makes for a cute little story.

 

One of my first celebrity crushes

One of my first celebrity crushes...Mr. Peanut

 

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