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Thanks for the dresses Mom!

Monday, June 30th, 2014

“The way I see it, you should live everyday like it’s your birthday.” ~ P. Hilton

love mom

Yesterday, June, 29th, was my birthday (awww…thank you) :). Like most girls, I enjoy shopping for a couple of sunny day dresses for those sweltering summer days. Enter B & B, THE place at the Jersey shore to find a perfectly skimpy little beach dress, or a chic long maxi for a cool July evening.

So, my bestie Pat and I visited the Lavallette B & B to browse before heading out to dinner by the bay. We quickly gathered a bunch of dresses in our arms and headed to the fitting rooms. Each room looked cleared out of all clothing and people, so I just dashed into the spot next to where Pat was already trying on her finds. I began trying on a few of my items and noticed two very cute dresses joining me in the space. I tried on the navy and white striped high-low dress and KNEW it was for me! I also knew this was a dress Mom would have picked out for me. 100%. It was as if this dress was just hanging around waiting for me. Even crazier to me is that ever since Mom passed away a few years ago, I’ve been visiting B & B every birthday and buying a dress “from” her for my birthday.

(ITALIAN LESSON: it’s for a present = è per un regalo)

summer dress

All of the looks I thought would be perfect on me weren’t, except for THAT dress. Pat loved the look of this nautical number too, so she bought one for herself, AND she decided to declare the dress (& a pair of flips) my birthday gift. We both agreed that my mom had a hand in both of us finding something special.

So GRAZIE to Pat for the fabulous goodies, and a very special thank you to Mom for helping dress both of us!


Mother’s Day….again?

Saturday, May 10th, 2014

Get MOM flowers for Mother’s Day! Take MOM to Brunch! Treat MOM to a spa day, or take her out for a whiskey sour, BLAH BLAH BLAH. I know it’s a sweet celebration of the women who cherish you as their sons and daughters, and I know that all the good mothers out there deserve a special day, but I can’t say I don’t get hit with the melancholy stick every May since Mom passed away.

missing mom

Don’t get me wrong, I think all hardworking, loving moms should have their own flower assistant — someone to follow them around and throw fresh rose petals at their feet as they go through their daily grind of ups and downs, laughter, scrapes, tears and, of course, all the blissful moments that life offers mothers too.

If you are a mom, Happy Mother’s Day to you, and I’m sending a huge bubble of love to the heavens, the stars, the moon and the sky — wherever my mom may be. Who knows…she could be right here by my side at this very moment.

Love & Miss you every day Mom – you were one in a trillion.


A Very Special Friday Flashback

Friday, February 14th, 2014

“My heroes are and were my parents. I can’t see having anyone else as my heroes.” ~ Michael Jordan

♥ memories of the first two Valentines who captured my heart ♥
~ me mom & me

me & dad

ITALIAN LESSON: parents = genitori

Please feel free to share who your Valentine is this year.

Mom’s Day…again?

Sunday, May 12th, 2013

“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” ~ Abraham Lincoln

Mother’s Day 2013: Year three without Mom.
All of those Hallmark, Macy’s and Flower commercials are enough to make me hurl my new wedges at our flat screen!

Just like dear ol’ Charlie Brown says about Christmas cards, “I almost wish there weren’t a holiday season. I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?” You get my drift.


Yeah, I miss Mom on a daily basis, and the sense of loss can get a bit overwhelming when you see and hear phrases like:
“Mom will love this” or “Treat Mom on her special day”, blah blah blah…

Normally, I have a pretty playful, lively disposition, but at the same time, my soul carries around a sense of profound loss like a heavy black burqa, one that cannot be so easily peeled off.

mom in OC

With that said, (and you should know by now this blog is pretty cathartic for me) for today, I’ll strip off my shroud and enjoy the family I have here to love and enjoy spending earthly time with.

So, Happy Mother’s Day Mom, wherever you are — and to all Moms out there in computerland, hug your kids no matter how old they are, tell them you love them and enjoy the day!

Photo Notes: Top pic, I was in mom’s belly. Photo #2 is one of my faves of Mom in Ocean City, NJ. I wrote a post about this special spot called EMPTY BENCH.

Mom vs. Truck

Tuesday, November 6th, 2012

Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?

“Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.” ~ Einstein

“Your mother’s been hit by a truck!”
Dad’s abundant crackly voice filled my phone receiver.

“Oh my God! Is she dead?” I managed to squeak out, fearing the worst possible scenario, as in “my mom is now road pizza”

To make my heart-attack inducing conversation short, Mom was OK.

(ITALIAN LESSON: Hit by a car = Colpita dalla vettura)

OMG — she was hit by a frigging truck and she was fine! She was so fine, that she initially refused her ambulance ride! Mom just wanted to gather up her groceries — which ended up flying, and ultimately exploding all over the road — and continue her walk home, most likely puffing away on one of her beloved Parliaments to calm her trembling post-accident body.

Mom’s head was bleeding, and she was bruised with rainbow hues all the way down one side from the fall…um, splatter.

This was a few years ago when she was making her way back home from picking the usual suspects from SuperFresh (pizza shells, mozzarella, Dom Pepino (for the ‘za) Coca Cola, and most likely some kind of Entenmanns ooey gooey snacks) when a fairly large SUV smacked right into her as she crossed the street.

She claimed she looked both ways (hey, I know she did, since she was the one who taught me!) and WHAM! The truck hit her, and my mortal mother became airborne Mom!

She ended up saying yes to the ride in exchange for a few stitches in her noggin, as the head insists on bleeding without some sort of fix.

About a week later, Mom plucked out her sutures one by one, in typical Mom fashion.
Go back to a doctor? That’s just not her style.

Please share any car/truck/flying saucer stories in the comments section — love to hear them!

Who Wants to Settle for Normal Anyway?

Wednesday, September 19th, 2012

“I remixed a remix, it was back to normal.” ~ Mitch Hedberg

Ciao a Tutti,

I’ve been so busy lately, but just had to post something new TODAY to get my last post (the dreaded Snooki hybrid) off the top of the page. Besides, after that post Madness was just begging for a touch of class, so here’s Mom looking ravishing in late 1950s glam. A friend of mine (thank you ED!) mentioned this illustration, saying it reminded him of one of Mom’s photos I posted on Facebook — I think he’s right on this one, don’t you?

(ITALIAN LESSON: Noral = Normale)

Ahhh…50s fashion is so chic and so feminine. Do you ever indulge yourself in any past decade’s trends?

Mom Always Said…

Friday, July 27th, 2012

Mom always said, “once you hit 30, time goes really really fast.” Well, maybe she only said it a few times, but DAMN IT, she wasn’t kidding!

It’s like a rollercoaster. You go CLICK, CLICK, CLICK steadily and slowly up the incline of life, and then BING! BAM! WOOOSH! Welcome to a new $%#*N decade!

Back when “Thirtysomething” debuted on ABC, I remember thinking, who the heck wants to watch a show about people in their thirties (you know, those OLD people) eeek! Now, I look back and I’d love to be 30 again — or beam me back to 13 for that matter! Yeah, if you know me & this blog by now, you know I’d go back and try to enjoy every fun-filled insane moment just a bit more.

(ITALIAN LESSON: roller coaster = montagne russe)

Short and sweet today, so thanks for stopping by — please feel free to continue my mini photo journey below (featuring Nan, Poppa, Mom & Me) or share a comment about what age you’d go back to (if you would). I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Be sure to share “YOUR” decade below in the comments section. GRAZIE!

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!

Please say hello to your freckles, and head to the home of madness:

Mom’s Little Monkey

Thursday, April 28th, 2011

“Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.” ~ Winston Churchill

In my post “The Exorcist at the Drive In” I shared my warm memories of the drive-in movie theater, and how I fondly remember those retro intermission ads touting sparkling cold beverages, piping hot coffee, Slim Jims, chocolate bars, candy and cigarettes.

I also mentioned how my little peepers stayed glued to the big screen during the entire showing of The Exorcist, complete with the Ouija board (“Captain Howdy”), pea green priest vomit, and Regan’s infamous crackling head spin. That movie stayed with me so much so that it’s still ranks as my favorite horror flick ever, which I religiously (pun intended) watch at least once a year.

baby orangutan

That night, during the showing of the pre-movie movie, mom & dad kept telling me they had a cute little monkey to show me, but I had to be patient. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to see this monkey! Where the heck did mom and dad get a monkey from?” I wondered, so I did my best Ramona the Pest impersonation to get them to show me asap!

Finally, mom said “are you ready to see the monkey?” I told her “YES YES YES!” So … I closed my eyes, and then mom spoke her magic words: “open your eyes!”

DAMN — I was totally gypped!

The “MONKEY” was me! Mom put down the passenger’s side sun visor, so when I opened my eyes I saw my own face in the mirror! Turns out, they thought I was their cute little monkey. I do recall being a bit ticked, but the freakish movie allowed me to snap out of it fairly quickly.

(ITALIAN LESSON: That does not please me = Questo non me calza )

No monkeying around, please leave a comment about your drive-in/movie memories below, and you can head to the madness home page ~ HERE ~

Mourning Mom: this can’t be real

Wednesday, December 8th, 2010

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.”

Not to sound cliché, but this is by far the hardest, most heart-wrenching post I have written so far.  Honestly, if anything else in the next decade comes anywhere near this, immediately find me a stiff new straitjacket, so I can throw myself into a padded room — forever.

Ok, here comes the hard part, words I thought I would not have to write about for at least another decade:  Mom is gone.  My wonderful witty mom passed away in her sleep Thanksgiving morning.  No warning, no illness, no clues, no nothing, no mom. Mom is gone. Mom is gone. I have to repeat myself over and over, because I just cannot believe it’s real. I’m hoping my next post is about the coma I’ve been in for the past week or so — I’ll write about how when I awoke, mom was there with one of her famous QVC jewelry trinkets for me to open, and a pot of her famous spaghetti sauce bubbling away on the stove, so we could all get home and enjoy a  nice Italian dinner in celebration of my new coma-free existence.

Yes, mom is gone.  My house is filled with condolence cards, flowers and such very touching notes from caring family and friends, but somehow it doesn’t seem real. It CAN’T be real.  Mom was SO ALIVE, so funny, always ready with a wise-crack, or words of wisdom.  I loved her advice. She was one of my best friends in the whole world. I see the cards with her photo and a pretty poem, yet I’ll still dial her phone number and expect her to pick up.  I’ll want to call her about who was just told to f*ck off on Hell’s Kitchen, or who we think should have gotten fired on The Apprentice, or the new boots I bought, but then the cold harsh smack of reality hits me right in the face, telling me those days are over.

Mom & I would dish together, watch movies together, shop together, cook dinners (for my hubby and the furkids) together and every so often I’d mix up a couple of whiskey sours and mom would share her humorous and wonderful stories which fill a small notebook of mine.

Loss of any kind is a real tough pill to swallow,  and when you lose a mom and a best friend, you feel like your heart is literally ripping apart. With that said, I think I’ll mix up two whiskey sours, leaving one on the coffee table in mom’s honor.   I just hope I don’t water them down with all of my tears.

Mom, you will be missed

Love you & miss you forever Mom

xo Your daughter

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