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Cartoon Crush

Saturday, October 22nd, 2011

“Even when freshly washed and relieved of all obvious confections, children tend to be sticky.” ~ Fran Lebowitz

A while back I shared with you my childhood crushes in the post Crush Crazy. Quite an eclectic group, and they happened to be human.

Today, I’m feeling nostalgic about my first cartoon crush, none other than COURAGEOUS CAT. Courageous Cat was one cool customer, had a zippy sportscar (the Catcar), a bachelor pad (the Catcave) an entourage (well, at least a sidekick) and best of all, his amazing Catgun — an über weapon that would morph into whatever fit the crime-fighting occasion.

Truly, he was the James Bond of cats!

Courageous cat even had a catchy theme song!
(see video below.)

ME-OW! Courageous Cat ruled! Sadly, when we started getting all PC, Courageous’s catgun was no longer considered appropriate for a kid’s show, even if it never fired bullets. So, with panties in a bunch, it was pulled from the airwaves. I covered political correctness in this post, The Good Ol’ Inappropriate Days, so please have a look and share your opinion on the subject.

Ciao Courageous, I miss you!

Please share!
What was your favorite cartoon growing up, or who was YOUR cartoon crush?

7 Links Challenge

Sunday, October 9th, 2011

I was recently asked by Barbara Hammond of Zero to 60, and Katie Sorene of Trip Base to take part in the 7 Links Challenge, where you select previously written posts in 7 categories, then ask your fellow bloggers/blogstresses to do the same. It’s a bit harder than you think, so please challenge yourself. I won’t call anyone out (as the “rules” state) so it’s up to you if you wish to give it a whirl. Plus, I do enjoy breaking the rules!

    Here are the categories and my Madness selections:

Most beautiful post:
Mourning Mom
Speaks for itself, and it’s all still so surreal to me. My world as I knew it ended when mom died.

Most popular post:
Joe Pesci is my third cousin, you gotta F*%#!n’ problem with that?
Because who doesn’t love crazy ranting cousin Joe?

Most controversial post:
The Good Ol’ Inappropriate Days.
Political correctness? Who really gives a sh!t?

Most helpful post:
Love Rituals

Everyone should be so lucky to have so much love.

A post whose success surprised you:
Pretty Precious Things
Short & sweet — I received many comments and emails about your treasured keepsakes.

A post which didn’t get the attention it deserved:
Turn the Car Around Dominic!
Come on, Mom throwing her shoes, handbag and Dad’s wallet out of the car window? = funny stuff!

Post that you are most proud of:
Ding-a-lings at the Dover Library
A little girl’s original art. So what if it was all about a penis…I love that story!


Have a blog? Free to share your link in the comments section, and/or tell me about your single favorite post.

The Sh!t List!

Friday, October 7th, 2011

“Any man can make mistakes, but only an idiot persists in his error.” ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero

A short & sweet post today.
Well, maybe not all that sweet — more stinky, but I like the message anyway.

Mom had a saying which I found myself using today regarding a pain-in-the-ass family member. I said, “they’ve made it to my SHIT LIST”! I realized I haven’t used that phrase in awhile, so it was quite overdue. The Sh!t List began when I was little and Mom was beginning to lose her patience. She’d give us this warning when we were getting out of hand, “you better cut that out right now, or you’ll end up on my sh!t list”! Direct and to the point, and we got it.

You get the drift too, I’m sure. So if anyone made it to your sh!t list recently, please share below by clicking that comment button — you can use code names, intitials, symbols, or feel free to tell us the whole sh!tty story.

ITALIAN LESSON: Merda = Sh*t, though not used nearly as often as English. Except in Siamo nella merda = “We’re in the shit.”

Stay on the good side Madness, and head to the home page: HERE.

Mom’s Prison Rap

Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

My mother really had a kick-ass sense of humor, which you can clearly see in these past posts: My Clever Mom, Dissin’ & Dishin’ with Mom, and The Impatient Patient.

Her original “PRISON RAP” is one of my favorites, and I’m lucky enough to have a taped version featuring rapper mom at the mic! Yeah, it might sound crazy, but this little rap of hers is one of my most cherished memories of her clever wit!

So let’s get to it — here is Mom’s original rap:

PRISON RAP ~ by Margo Romano

I’m going through a phase with my razor blades
I’ll stab you in the neck, but what the heck
I got you by the balls, so you’re takin’ a fall
I’m hopping on a train, going insane
But I’m coming back and that’s a fact

I’m telling no lies, so you better hide
I’ll do my time for committing my crime
I know life sucks, but what the F*CK!

There ain’t no reason, there ain’t no rhyme,
I’m just sitting in my cell doing time.

~~~

My Clever Mom

Tuesday, September 6th, 2011

“Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.” ~ Anonymous

Mom had a phrase I’ve been finding myself using a lot lately, especially while walking two easily distracted terriers. Terrier one is the Napoleon Dynamite of schnauzers. He’s lacking in basic social skills plus he’s a bit of a close talker. Terrier two thinks she’s heading up CSI Philly. She can sniff the living hell out of a spot the size of a tiny green pea, leaving you wondering just exactly how much DNA was left at the crime scene. If she had opposable thumbs, little Sherlock Holmes would be taking page after page of notes. I, of course, would be her Gal Friday — you think Miss Westie would carry her own notebook and pen?

Ok, I digress. Mom’s phrase? “SH!T OR GET OFF THE POT”. Now I know ma didn’t make this saying up, but she used it so well. It comes in handy for a variety of social situations: the deer-in-the-headlights ATM banker, the old woman at the deli counter who can’t make up her mind between the mozzarella or the mortadella, the driver who waits for a better shade of green at the traffic light, the hold-out in a couple who isn’t quite sure about commitment, etc., etc. You get my drift — the list can go on and on.

ITALIAN LESSON: know-it-all or smart ass = saputo/a a know-it-all (from the verb sapere, meaning “to know.”

So, let’s try it out! Tell someone to sh!t or get off the pot in the comments section below – think of someone and let it be known! You don’t even have to name names, just do it, and get off the pot.

After you get that off your chest, please head to the home of Madness again HERE.

Confessions of a Naughty Catholic (Part 1)

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

“I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.” ~ Truman Capote

Two winters ago I introduced you to my favorite evil nun, Sister Urselena, in the appropriately named Madness post, “The Very Wretched Sister Urselena”.

I mentioned that the dreaded puppet-faced Sister Ursulena would be calling my mom (again) about my school girl antics and to stay tuned for the “pencil incident” – well, here’s the story of my pencil gone bad:

HINT: I did not use my pencil for reading, writing or arithmetic that day. Nope, I had other plans…

I recall a chubby-faced pasty blond boy (whose name I cannot remember) so for sh!ts and giggles, let’s just refer to him as “pasty pencil boy”. Pasty pencil boy was teasing me about usual kid stuff, like church politics or the Sunday collection plate. Perhaps we were arguing over the number of deep crevices in Sister Urselena’s mug and during our little tiff he punched me in the tummy! I didn’t take well to a shot to the gut at six, and believe me, I sure as hell wouldn’t be too accepting of one now. So, like any disciplined student, I happened to have my just-sharpened No. 2 pencil at the ready, and his wrist was well, just THERE, so WHAM!!! I let him have that pencil tip, right in his veiny pale doughboy wrist! (Oh, and the pasty kid was fine

ITALIAN LESSON: Where can I get a pencil = Dove posse comprare una matita?

Hey, “Eye for an eye” right? Isn’t that what the Bible teaches us? Well, Sister Urselena did NOT agree, so I was suspended for a couple of days. YAY! I get to hang with Mom and watch TV – it was fabulous! (Oh, and pasty pencil boy was just fine).

Come on, share a naughty childhood story with me here in the COMMENTS Section– I won’t judge :)

Never punch a feisty girl in her belly, and head to the home of the madness here: Madness Home.

Capeeshe Italiano?

Thursday, August 18th, 2011

Today, I’m reveling in the memories which bubbled to the surface after reading an email from my fun-loving cousin Jackie (which reminded her of the many Romano family dinners past in Morristown, NJ). Wow, I can just about TASTE grandma’s crab sauce! I hope you ENJOY my take on this amusing email.

OK, let’s start at the beginning:

Come stai?
Molto bene
Bongiorno
Ciao
Arrivederci

That about covers the basics everyone knows, so here are some words and phrases that are a mix of Italian-American with a heaping spoonful of slang. Words every Paesano and Bacciagaloop have heard for certain — affectionately known as “Goomba-Italiano”, an adored language which has been around for many generations.

The goomba says “ciao” when he arrives or leaves. He says “Mama Mia!” anytime emotion is needed in any given situation. Mannaggia, meengya, oofah, and of course, va fongool can also be used.

There are usually plenty of mamalukes, and always one girl from the neighborhood with the reputation as a facia-bruta, puttana or a schifosa. Let’s not forget the googootz or mezzo-finookio in the hood as well.

If called cattivo, cabbadost, sfatcheem, stupido, or strunz, you’re a pain in the ass. A crazy diavolo can give you the malocchio (evil eye), but that red horn (contra malokya) will protect you if you use it right (just be careful). If you’re feeling a bit mooshadda or stounad or mezzo-morto, just go to Nonna’s and let her fix you up with a plate of homemade manicott’, cavadell’, or calamar’, or some ricott’ cheesecake.

Then, mangia some zeppoles, cannolis, torrone, struffoli, shfoolyadell’, pignoli cookies, or a little nutella on pannetone — Delizioso!

Here’s a popular sentence: “I think I’ll fix myself a sangweech of cabacol’ with some proshoot and mozarell’ or maybe just a hot slice of peetza.”

Please give MADNESS a salud’ below if you understood any of this – that would be BELLISSIMO!

Oh, and if anyone EVER says ESCAROLE, slap ‘em in the face — it’s ‘SHCAROLE! Then please head back to the MADNESS home HERE

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.

Check for sunspots and head back to the home of Madness HERE

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!
When you’re done commenting, please head back to the madness home HERE

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!