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Time (and loss) Suck!

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

“You can’t change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future”

Hey kid, wanna buy some time?

Time Precious Time

If only I could bottle up some time and sell it, I’d be a content, fat and happy gazillionaire. Yes, time sucks.  It passes way too quickly, you can never get it back, and many days you find yourself pining for the good ol’ days — at least I know I do.

This month feels like some mischievous little imp has been pushing the fast-forward via remote control.  A week’s vacation at the beach zipped by before you could say crabcake,  and it seems like I just checked the calendar for our pre-vacation countdown, and VOILA!  now it’s all just a memory.

(ITALIAN LESSON:  How time flies = come vola il tempo!)

On a much deeper level, my Nan (whom I’ve written about several times) is now also a sweet memory.  Even 92 years can go by in a blink of an eye.  So many memories … my mouth still waters at the mere thought of Nan’s “famous” peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she made when I was a kid. Every summer I’d camp out at Nan’s for a week to spend time with my cousin Jimmy to swim in the lake, talk about boys and girls we liked and smoke ciggies.  Well, we barely inhaled – it was more about two punky kids pretending to smoke.  We’d nosh on Nan’s Ayds Reducing Plan chocolates after our smokes, thinking that would take the stink away.  Yeah, not a care in the world – boy, those were the days. 

Nan,  you were a sweetheart with a heaping side of sass! Damn,  it was just a month or so ago you were threatening to stab a certain pain-in-the-ass with your ginsu! Rest in Peace Olga, you’ll be missed.

Adys Reducing Plan

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Dishing with Hollis Gillespie, the Bleachy-Haired Honky B!tch

Saturday, June 19th, 2010

The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid and stable business.” ~ Hollis Gillespie
 
Hollis Gillespie
 
(ITALIAN LESSON:  author = autore)
 
MADNESS: When you were a wee little Hollis, did you dream of being a writer? comedian? star?
HOLLIS: I was never not a writer. Except lately. Lately I feel more like a carnival barker.

MADNESS: I did not want to use the term “when you grow up” because why should we, right? Which leads me to ask, do you feel your age these days?
HOLLIS: I don’t think about it. If I keep busy I won’t have to. Lately I’ve been doing a lot of math in my head, like, “Wow, I’ve had those chairs 23 years,” or “Wow, I was just starting my job as a flight attendant when Justin Bieber was born.” Stuff like that. Everything seems like yesterday.

MADNESS: How would you describe your family in one word? 
HOLLIS: Survivors.

MADNESS: What’s one thing guaranteed to make you uncontrollably laugh your ass off?
HOLLIS:  My daughter, then 8, got a hold of my digital camera and taped a clip of herself titled, “Mae’s Video of Many Many Many Hellos,” and it slays me every time I even think of it. Also, if I think of that scene from Galaxy Quest when Tony Shalhoub beams the Pig Lizard into the transport bay, oh my GOD!! That was funny. There are many others, but those jumped to mind.

MADNESS: You offer mimosas in your writing classes, surely you have some insanity to share (drunken students, etc.)?
HOLLIS:  I actually had a student show up drunk from the night before! But in truth I’ve never had anyone abuse the mimosa factor. Maybe it’s because they’re weak mimosas. I tell everbody if they want to get drunk they should not let me mix them and mix them themselves.

MADNESS: If you could go back and do it all again, what would you do differently (if anything)?
HOLLIS: I would have said yes to that Italian exchange student when I was 23 and it was his last night before flying home.

MADNESS: We love humor at MadnessMomandMe, any good jokes to share?
HOLLIS: For all those men who advise their sons, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free”. Here’s an update for you: These days women advise their daughters against marriage. Why? Because it’s not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.
 
MADNESS: So, how much of your books are really true?
HOLLIS: All of it is true so much as the truth can be trusted to my recollection (barring hyperbole and outright hallucinations), and almost none of it is still true. I make that distinction because, alarmingly, a lot of people don’t. A lot people seriously think that because I wrote a story 10 years ago about how I passed out in the parking lot of the Clermont Lounge, that they can go there this afternoon and find me passed out. It’s one of the bizarre consequences of having won acclaim writing stories that are based on my experience; people believe that these experiences, which are isolated in their depictions and happened in the past, represent me to this day, like as a 45-year-old I’m really gonna spend my nights horking cocaine and f!cking Australian soccer players. No, as a 45-year-old I’m going to spend my nights writing about when I used to hork cocaine and f!ck Australian soccer players. There’s a difference; the most important being that former would make me an irresponsible mother, whereas the latter makes me an ingenious businesswoman who has figured out how to translate her past into income so I can support my child.
Here is what Hollis’ friends Grant, Lary and Daniel have to say about it:
Grant Henry: “Don’t believe a word that b!tch says about me!”
Daniel Troppy: “This is not a real quote. I never said this.”
Lary Blodgett: “Keep walking and don’t make eye contact.”

MADNESS: Hollis, you always have something up your sleeve, what do you have in the works currently?
HOLLIS:  I now run the largest writing school in Atlanta, Shocking Real Life Continuing Ed. We will be moving into our own storefront in Castleberry Hill this month. To that end, I’m really interested in all the different self-publishing options lately. Particularly with Kindle and iPad. I’ve included a whole segment on it in my seminar “Secrets to Writing & Selling Your First Book.” It just makes sense — if you can get $6 a download (as opposed to $2 royalty for a traditional hardcover), why wouldn’t you take it seriously? Also, I’m branching out with a lot of fun workshops, such as the one I just did on food writing with Besha Rodell of Creative Loafing and Christiane Lauterbach of Atlanta magazine. The blogging workshop (”The Cure for Blog-tardation“) has gone gangbusters. We sell out every month. So we’ve started offering clinics on Social Media, too. Writing has become such a multi-platform profession, it’s really fun navigating the changes and staying above extinction, and helping others do it as well.

MADNESS: Staying busy, I love it!
HOLLIS: Always, baby!

Hollis is the author of several hysterical books including, Trailer Trashed:
My Dubious Efforts Toward Upward Mobility, Confessions of a Recovering Slut:
And Other Love Stories, and Bleachy-Haired Honky B!tch:
Tales from a Bad Neighborhood.

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The Exorcist at the Drive-In

Sunday, June 6th, 2010

 ”The Power of Christ compels you!” ~ Father Merrin & Father Damien Karras, THE EXORCIST

I was lucky enough to experience many family drive-in nights as a kid back in the 70s.  Tracy and I would throw on our comfiest PJs, hop in the car with my parents and head off to the local drive-in (usually Ledgewood) to catch the latest flick on the big (really big) outdoor screen.

My two favorite things about drive-in night were:  #1.  the play area, where we’d play on swings, slides and the see-saw before the movie started (Dad had this thing about arriving really early to grab the perfect space, and to make sure the speaker wasn’t a dud), and #2.  intermission, a chance to spend dad’s hard earned cash on overpriced soda, popcorn, pepperoni pizza and ice cream. The movie was more of an afterthought for Tracy and me – drive-in night was about being our silly selves, making fun of the actors, and stuffing our faces with candy and greasy junk food.

ENJOY THIS INTERMISSION TREAT:

I fondly recall the intermission ads, touting sparkling cold beverages, piping hot coffee, Slim Jims and what the announcer called “delicious chocolate-coated candy bars”, cigarettes and a variety of tasty treats (nutritious hot dogs, they bragged).  Goodies sure to clog up the arteries of every family member.

(ITALIAN LESSON:  she devil = diavolessa)

Seeing The Exorcist drive-in style remains a vivid memory for me.  I was flying solo in the back seat that night, mom and dad figured I’d fall asleep soon after the late show started.  Not me! I popped my curious eleven year old head up in between theirs and watched the entire gory enchilada!  I think it took a few nights (weeks!) to get that freaky image of Linda Blair’s famous head spin out of my head.  To me, The Exorcist is one of the best horror flicks ever, which I religiously (pun intended) watch at least once a year.  It continues to deliver the creeps for a day or two after, and I think that’s part of its charm.

The Infamous Head Spin

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Got Brats? Threaten them!

Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

“A child is a curly dimpled lunatic.”  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Most parents have a ridiculous threat they keep in their pocket to throw out when they want to keep their kids in line.   My mom had one which shut me up pretty quickly, because the thought of being away from my quirky family (insanity and all) made my knees knock together in terror.  Also, how the heck could I ever live without mom’s lasagna?

Her threat?   HELGA MUNSON!

The dreaded HELGA!

This is the beaut I pictured playing the role of Helga.  Mom’s actual threat was that schoolmistress Helga Munson would come to our house to collect me, and take my sorry little talking-back ass to Camp Marymount reform school!

(ITALIAN LESSON:  Threaten (speak threats) = minacciare a voce)

Of course, Helga and Camp Marymount are fictional, but this trick of mom’s worked like a charm (I think she even had my dad involved in her Marymount scam a couple times).

Word to the wise:  if you have kids, be sure think up a few reusable threats today. This way, you’ll be ready to toss one out to your brats at a moment’s notice!

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Nan will cut you three ways!

Thursday, May 13th, 2010

“Let us swear while we may, for in heaven it will not be allowed.” ~ Mark Twain

 I just found out that my ninety one year old Nan got a tad pissed off at my two cousins yesterday.  Nan cursed the hell out of them (said she’d f*cking kill them is they mess with her) and yeah, she wanted to cut them THREE ways: long, deep and repeatedly! Why? Because once you hit ninety, you have the right to get pissed off whenever you feel like it, do you need a reason?

(ITALIAN LESSON: swear/cuss/curse word = parolaccia) 

What really ticked nan off was the discovery of my cousins touching her personal piles of paper “stuff” (paperstuff, mind you, that’s been accumulating mold and mildew in old stinky cardboard boxes for at least three decades, but to my nan, this old crap is as important as it was back in the early seventies).

Granda with a gun!

Today I called my loony lovable mom to fill her in on her mom’s recent cursing and knife-wielding spree. Her reply?
“Well, I guess it’s never too late to start swearing.”  

True ma — and I’m thankful nan doesn’t have her own Italian heater!

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Mom, Paco and the Jackson Five

Saturday, May 1st, 2010

“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping” ~ Bo Derek

“It’s not a gang, it’s a club”  Gilda Radnor used to say in her SNL skits about New York street gangs.  Oops, I mean clubs.  I’ve heard that phrase  over the years  from my brother Paco (well, he calls his club a Nation).    

Black 'n Gold

Paco claims he doesn’t get into much trouble, but I often see R.I.P. splashed across his myspace page when a King brother or sister falls, usually from a bullet or stabbing courtesy of a rival club, but to keep this on the lighter side, I’ll share this story about Paco, my mom and Andrew Jackson.

A few years ago, Paco stopped by mom’s house, threw five crumpled up twenties on the kitchen counter and asked, “Yo ma, can you to iron up some ’funny money’ for me, and sh!t?” 

(ITALIAN LESSON:  Counterfeit = contraffatto)

So, there mom is ironing out the additional wrinkles in Andrew Jackson’s face, while browning the garlic for one of her perfect vats of tomato sauce.  Yup, just a typical day with the Romano’s – always something different, and mom always had a hard time saying no to her baby Paco.

Funny Twenties

Mission accomplished. Did mom keep any Jacksons? No. Paco offered up a couple as a thank you, but mom replied with “are you out of your friggin’ mind?”

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Tilt-a-Whirl Nearly Kills Dover Teen

Friday, April 30th, 2010

“If you substitute marijuana for tobacco and alcohol, you’ll add eight to 24 years to your life.~ Jack Herer

Here’s a funny story, no wait – it’s funny to me now, but it really wasn’t all that funny a few decades ago when I was a stoned teen about to have my brain jostled around for an entire afternoon!  Here’s what happened:   I was about fifteen, it was a beautiful warm and sunny Saturday in Dover …  my friends and I were hanging out doing what many of us little punks did back in the late seventies – smoking a joint.  No harm done, right? I mean I never got into anything heavier, so the whole “gateway” drug stuff seems like total B.S. to me.

There I am with my friends having a good time, talking, laughing and most likely stuffing our faces with a zillion Doritos, and along comes a dark blue Chevy Impala.  Damn! You see, this Chevy happened to have my dad behind the wheel, and his passengers included mom and my cousin Tracy.  They were on a mission: to find me, get my ass in the car and head to Bertrand’s Island Amusement Park for the day.  HOLY SH!T!

Tilt a Whirl at Bertrand's Island, NJ

(ITALIAN LESSON: amusement park =  parco dei divertimenti or luna park)

Bertrand’s Island was usually a thrill for me, but going to an amusement park high was not on my agenda that day.  I almost tossed my Doritos on The Tilt-a-Whirl, my brains got scrambled on The Scrambler, and flying around on that huge old rickety roller coaster – geez, what a nightmare!

That night when we arrived home, I swear I was the happiest kid in town, and my little stoner secret stayed with me – until now.

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Just a Crazy Italian Famiglia from NJ

Sunday, April 25th, 2010
“Sempre Famiglia = Family Forever”
Family Forever
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? Seriously, mom and I share many a laugh over these memories, complete with those precious “pee-your-pants” moments, and this is just beginning. 

(ITALIAN LESSON:  She comes from a noble, ancient family = Viene da un’antica nobile famiglia)

Like the time when mom ironed counterfeit bills for my gansta brother, her saintly patience with sixteen different foster kids (in all varieties) her sisters who mastered the craft of putting curses on people (oops – sorry your house burned down!) and an almost- daughter-in-law (seeing her in the morning, you would’ve sworn she was boxing promoter Don King) who beat down an enemy with a plastic lawn goose and occasionally went berserk on family members with a Ginsu knife!

MADONNA MIA! I could just go on and on, so let me gather up some snippets to share and I’ll be back with more decades of true-life lunacy.

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

It's Fun to be Crazy

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Chuck Mom, Keep the Feet!

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

“I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes. ~  Oprah Winfrey

After trying to call my mom for a couple days (she couldn’t speak on the phone, because she was out of Parliaments, and you know, you MUST HAVE a smoke to engage in any phone chats.)  Friends? Screw ’em! Family? Nope – let the whole friggin’ world wait – mom needs her smokes!

When I finally get ma Romano on the phone, the first words which spilled out of her mouth were about how old and decrepit she is -or should I say FEELS (really makes me want to b!tch slap my own mom, because  she’s still in her sixties for Christ’s sake)!  She finishes by saying that after careful consideration, the only part worthy of her approval are  — her feet.  Peggy’s perfectly plump little piggies passed her wrinkle test, for whatever that’s worth.

Good for mom – maybe one day I’ll bronze them.   As for me, I inherited my dad’s feet.  Not as pretty & plump as mom’s, and I’m OK with that.

Peggy's Piggies

(ITALIAN LESSON: Feet= piede)

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The Amazing Edible Legible Pancakes

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

 ”The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves.” ~ W.C. Fields

Nan's Pancakes

(Italian Lesson:  Pancake = frittella)

So, I just got off the phone with my Aunt Patti (yes, the one with the everyday f*ckin’ “colorful” conversation (as noted in the post “Aunt Patti’s Hair Nest and the Twitty Birds”) and she told me that my beloved and utterly sweet ninety two year old grandmother - whom I call “Nan” –  was noshing on pancakes yesterday morning for breakfast (OK, normal so far, right?) but, as she was enjoying her pancakes - and in her day, my Nan could whip up some amazing pancakes - Nan was tearing off little buttery bits and shoving them into a nearby book. 

When asked why the pancake pages were all-the-rage that particular day, Nan stated simply “so I have something to snack on later, of course”.  Alright Nan, but wouldn’t a little plate or Tupperware container do the trick ? Awwww, the things we may do at ninety two… I don’t think she was planning to read that book anyway -  I just hope she doesn’t try to cook it!

(You can read more about Nan’s quirky habits lovingly noted in this post: “Joe Pesci is my third cousin, you gotta F*%#!n’ problem with that?” http://madnessmomandme.com/2009/07/joe-pesce/).

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