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Monday, March 5, 2012
DA MOB WIVES REVIEW ~ BY BOOM BOOM
Yo Peeps
So last night I watched Mob Wives - all I can say is I lost an hour of my life I will neva get back.! Mother of God !! WTF.
The only time its worth watchin is when there is a fight.
I did love Carla and Karen golfing .. R U kiddin me..All I wanted to see was Karen walk to the next green.
And Carla u disappointed me. You were the only one that did not fuck up any words, But last night ya said - dit-int? You meant didn't That's like sayin- jaeat! ya know did ya eat !!
Renee Wtf is wrong with you, Jr , Jr, Jr! U say everything in 3's, I wanna go home, Jr. You need freakin meds! AND THEN YOU WERE SLURRING? Are you snorting Ajax?
Then the 2 parties on the same night. Pleaseeeeeeeeee you Mooks. I gotta leave and go to Ramona "dat Rat's" party! WTF - this aint Christmas Eve dinna.
And Karen da nurse, Minchia !!! KAREN -- DONT WEAR WHITE. PLEASEEEEEEEEE
So next week another fight!! VH1 are u hard up? There is nothing fgoin on here but hole diggin.
So here be my plan - If I have to continue to watch this shit every week I am gona stab myself wit a fork.
Soooooo - I am only gona review when there is a fight !!
I AM GONNA ROLL ALL THE REALITY SHIT INTO ONE VIDEO.
CELEBRITY APPRENTICE, DANCING WIT DA MOOKS AND THIS MOB WIFE CRAP.!!
Come on kids, think about it! All we are doing is making them money. They have make up lines, clothing lines, books and more. Once they are done suckin us dry they are outta here wit da cash and we are da Mooks.
If you really want to see some shit go down come to my house for Christmas Eve - ohhhfahhh.
So dont get pulled in to this shit! Read a book or Bang your husband ~
Cuz we all know dat dis got nothin to do wit bein ITALIAN !!!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
ITALIAN DISAPLINE
ITALIAN DISAPLINE
I realize that life evolves sometime for the good. Sometimes the turn of events are friggin crazy…
When I was a kid we had very little to amuse our selves.
Yup we had playgrounds. But all that was there was a chain link fence holding all that fun in.. There was a slide, swings and a teader totter. Oh yea and the best, there was gravel all over the playground floor…
Have u ever seen a playground today? Well first of all there is a sign with rules listed before u enter… Then its all color coordinated… Everything has foam rubber on it and even the ground is colored coated with a bouncie kind of material?
When kids fall off a swing today, they bounce – when we fell o we bled!!! Then your Mom would hit ya for fallin!!!!
And play dates! We never had play dates are u kiddin me.. If your friends showed up – cool. If not you were on your own.
Please my Dad was from Italy - we were not even allowed to date!!! Hahahaha
Time outs??? What – What!!!!!! Never, I never heard my Mom say, Maryann if u don’t stop that you are going in a time out or the naughty corner!! She would say, “Maryann, stop that!” She would give me 2 opportunities – then if I didn’t- Wham – her slipper to my head….Ohh fahhhhhhhhh.. Her slipper could go around corners. Her slippers were ALIVE!
Our toys were just plain and simple. No buttons, batteries, no hand held video games..
We has slinkeys, remember them?? It was just a wrapped up wire. You could move it side to side and make it walk down the stairs. Mine would never walk down the stairs – it was fall – like a drunk person! Then it would all unravel and get caught on my ear…
Etcha-scetch was our computer….with a DOS program. I would sit for hours trying to make a house- it was all right angles… There I was on the sofa, my tongue moving with the knobs and then finally, finally I made what resembled a house.. But the time I ran to the kitchen to show Mom it was erased!!!!
The magnet guy- memba him? The guy in the plastic with the magnetic ashes and the magnet pencil… There you were puling hair on his head and making mustaches. Oh Joy!!!
Ah yes and then Barbie! I hated Barbie’s – there was Malibu Barbie, Skipper – Barbie’s little hussy friend. And then Madge? Remember Madge? She was Barbie’s Italian friend that nobody wanted…
The first video game I got was PONG!! You sat there and watched this white ball bounce back and forth. After I played that I needed tums….
We had this statue of the Blessed Mother in the back yard. When my friend came over we got plywood from the cellar and put it on a slant over the statue, that was our slide. My Mom would yell out the back window – get off the Blessed Mother – that’s why we cant have nice things!!!!
When I was a kid – you got hit! Big deal so ya cried a little. But cha got hit!! Then you got the treat of, when Daddy gets home.. MINGA>…..Then Dad would get in and say. Do u want me to take out the belt?? Hummmmm – nah – I’m cool Dad…. Hahahahaha
Today kids have the 800 # to child services…
If we ever made a call like that –Ohh fahhhhhh. I can hear it now.
Marianna – don’t you ever go against that family…Do u understand..No way was I gona do that! Before ya know it I would be on a fishing trip with Fredo .
So maybe we need to go back to times when things were simple!
Let little Suzie eat a cookie, take the sprouts out of her lunch box.
On Sundays when we got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, Mom gave us 2 meatballs and a cup of coffee!! Yup, that was your breakfast!!!
Time out my ass~~~~
Maryann!!! Yea Ma !! Don’t make me come ova there and crack ya one.!! Ahhhhhhh , there’s no place like home
I realize that life evolves sometime for the good. Sometimes the turn of events are friggin crazy…
When I was a kid we had very little to amuse our selves.
Yup we had playgrounds. But all that was there was a chain link fence holding all that fun in.. There was a slide, swings and a teader totter. Oh yea and the best, there was gravel all over the playground floor…
Have u ever seen a playground today? Well first of all there is a sign with rules listed before u enter… Then its all color coordinated… Everything has foam rubber on it and even the ground is colored coated with a bouncie kind of material?
When kids fall off a swing today, they bounce – when we fell o we bled!!! Then your Mom would hit ya for fallin!!!!
And play dates! We never had play dates are u kiddin me.. If your friends showed up – cool. If not you were on your own.
Please my Dad was from Italy - we were not even allowed to date!!! Hahahaha
Time outs??? What – What!!!!!! Never, I never heard my Mom say, Maryann if u don’t stop that you are going in a time out or the naughty corner!! She would say, “Maryann, stop that!” She would give me 2 opportunities – then if I didn’t- Wham – her slipper to my head….Ohh fahhhhhhhhh.. Her slipper could go around corners. Her slippers were ALIVE!
Our toys were just plain and simple. No buttons, batteries, no hand held video games..
We has slinkeys, remember them?? It was just a wrapped up wire. You could move it side to side and make it walk down the stairs. Mine would never walk down the stairs – it was fall – like a drunk person! Then it would all unravel and get caught on my ear…
Etcha-scetch was our computer….with a DOS program. I would sit for hours trying to make a house- it was all right angles… There I was on the sofa, my tongue moving with the knobs and then finally, finally I made what resembled a house.. But the time I ran to the kitchen to show Mom it was erased!!!!
The magnet guy- memba him? The guy in the plastic with the magnetic ashes and the magnet pencil… There you were puling hair on his head and making mustaches. Oh Joy!!!
Ah yes and then Barbie! I hated Barbie’s – there was Malibu Barbie, Skipper – Barbie’s little hussy friend. And then Madge? Remember Madge? She was Barbie’s Italian friend that nobody wanted…
The first video game I got was PONG!! You sat there and watched this white ball bounce back and forth. After I played that I needed tums….
We had this statue of the Blessed Mother in the back yard. When my friend came over we got plywood from the cellar and put it on a slant over the statue, that was our slide. My Mom would yell out the back window – get off the Blessed Mother – that’s why we cant have nice things!!!!
When I was a kid – you got hit! Big deal so ya cried a little. But cha got hit!! Then you got the treat of, when Daddy gets home.. MINGA>…..Then Dad would get in and say. Do u want me to take out the belt?? Hummmmm – nah – I’m cool Dad…. Hahahahaha
Today kids have the 800 # to child services…
If we ever made a call like that –Ohh fahhhhhh. I can hear it now.
Marianna – don’t you ever go against that family…Do u understand..No way was I gona do that! Before ya know it I would be on a fishing trip with Fredo .
So maybe we need to go back to times when things were simple!
Let little Suzie eat a cookie, take the sprouts out of her lunch box.
On Sundays when we got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, Mom gave us 2 meatballs and a cup of coffee!! Yup, that was your breakfast!!!
Time out my ass~~~~
Maryann!!! Yea Ma !! Don’t make me come ova there and crack ya one.!! Ahhhhhhh , there’s no place like home
Friday, February 3, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Da Love Boat
Exciting and new ~ come aboard we’re expecting you!
Where is Julie the cruise ship director when you need her!!
We are indeed living in some whacked out times. The economy, da weather, so high tech that I can google earth your ass and find out where are.
Yet the oldest thing in the world is still the hardest - L O V E …
I have a friend ( whom shall remain nameless ) that is always in some kind of drama or in flux.
The people she meets all lie. Now come on peeps, why would you put up a photo of you that was taken 10 years ago? This includes da Women too!
What happens when someone wants to meet cha?
Why lie and pretend you are not married?
Oh I see, you wanna get a little !!! Minga….
What happened to that magic moment when you meet someone across a crowed room and fall deeply in love. I’ll tell ya what happened! The room’s aint that crowded any more and the room was replaced by your computer. Ahhhhhh High-Tech love… Skype me Baby….
Now look I am a huge fan of the Internet and all it has to offer. I even met my Honey on da net. However at some point when you finally get dat Face to Face with your potential new lover all of a sudden da thrill is gone?
Your imagination and the fantasy of it all can be so intoxicating that you are lead into a drug induced feeling of Loveness. But da face to face snaps your ass right out of it and you then find yourself on dat roller coaster doing a downward spiral. You’re sayin – do I meet the height requirement for this ride?
At times my friends have even said, well yeah I met him and I did not have that – ahhhhhhhh connection but I think I need to give it a little time. Before ya know it, da holidays are coming and you think well – I’m just gonna give it a little more time. WHY!!
Sometimes the holidays came make you do some dumb things! Like stay with someone you met at Halloween just because the season is on the way.
Lying - restraining orders – Oh My ~~~ and so it goes !!!
Whether you are the Hunter or the Huntress, Da Goombah or da Gomada -speak the truth! Dare to be different.
Meeting people is hard enough. Let alone going on the quest to find the love of your life.
If you’re lucky you can see through al the shit by the 2nd date. Sometimes it takes 6 months before you can see through the shit.
Stats prove that people can change their behavior for 6 months then after that they will go back to who they really are.. When someone shows you their true colors the first time, believe them. It is truly what it is.
We all have enough drama do we really need someone else’s? And don’t fall into that “ I don’t wana be alone BS!” Because after 6 months when u are having morning coffee and you look at the Mook across the table you will wanna beat your own ass with a stick..
Here is the road map of what to look for….
Someone who is present!
Someone that can give you love, mutual respect and who is considerate.
Someone that supports who and what you are.
Someone that knows a relationship means compromise and finding the middle of the road.
Someone you don’t settle for.
Someone you don’t have to fix or change, cuz guess what? Ya Can’t!
Now that you have a lot to bring to the table and that you deserve to feel all that passion and fire.
Look for understanding instead of miscommunication and frustration. Instead of friction and competition have mutual support and cooperation.
Continue to keep your heart open and hold on to an optimistic view of the future.
“For true partnership is achieved only by separate and whole beings who retain their separateness even as the unite. Remember to let the winds of Heaven dance between you”! So says the Rune of partnership.
Get back what you give and give what you get back. All that just to say balance and respect.
Once you have all that, the Passion, romance and spontaneity go hand and hand.
So promise yourself that you will no longer fool yourself with your own enchantment and expectation but be more vigilant in your quest.
Now isn’t that RomanticJ
So hang on to your Hat’s kid cause Valentine’s Day is right around da corner. Ahhhhh da pressure of it all… Your crew asks you~ you gotta date?
You think OMG what if I am alone on Valentines Day!!
Look the last thing you want to do is settle for da Mook who asks ya out and then have that tortured decision to make!
Ok if he buys me a really nice gift do I haf’ta BANG him?
Where is Julie the cruise ship director when you need her!!
We are indeed living in some whacked out times. The economy, da weather, so high tech that I can google earth your ass and find out where are.
Yet the oldest thing in the world is still the hardest - L O V E …
I have a friend ( whom shall remain nameless ) that is always in some kind of drama or in flux.
The people she meets all lie. Now come on peeps, why would you put up a photo of you that was taken 10 years ago? This includes da Women too!
What happens when someone wants to meet cha?
Why lie and pretend you are not married?
Oh I see, you wanna get a little !!! Minga….
What happened to that magic moment when you meet someone across a crowed room and fall deeply in love. I’ll tell ya what happened! The room’s aint that crowded any more and the room was replaced by your computer. Ahhhhhh High-Tech love… Skype me Baby….
Now look I am a huge fan of the Internet and all it has to offer. I even met my Honey on da net. However at some point when you finally get dat Face to Face with your potential new lover all of a sudden da thrill is gone?
Your imagination and the fantasy of it all can be so intoxicating that you are lead into a drug induced feeling of Loveness. But da face to face snaps your ass right out of it and you then find yourself on dat roller coaster doing a downward spiral. You’re sayin – do I meet the height requirement for this ride?
At times my friends have even said, well yeah I met him and I did not have that – ahhhhhhhh connection but I think I need to give it a little time. Before ya know it, da holidays are coming and you think well – I’m just gonna give it a little more time. WHY!!
Sometimes the holidays came make you do some dumb things! Like stay with someone you met at Halloween just because the season is on the way.
Lying - restraining orders – Oh My ~~~ and so it goes !!!
Whether you are the Hunter or the Huntress, Da Goombah or da Gomada -speak the truth! Dare to be different.
Meeting people is hard enough. Let alone going on the quest to find the love of your life.
If you’re lucky you can see through al the shit by the 2nd date. Sometimes it takes 6 months before you can see through the shit.
Stats prove that people can change their behavior for 6 months then after that they will go back to who they really are.. When someone shows you their true colors the first time, believe them. It is truly what it is.
We all have enough drama do we really need someone else’s? And don’t fall into that “ I don’t wana be alone BS!” Because after 6 months when u are having morning coffee and you look at the Mook across the table you will wanna beat your own ass with a stick..
Here is the road map of what to look for….
Someone who is present!
Someone that can give you love, mutual respect and who is considerate.
Someone that supports who and what you are.
Someone that knows a relationship means compromise and finding the middle of the road.
Someone you don’t settle for.
Someone you don’t have to fix or change, cuz guess what? Ya Can’t!
Now that you have a lot to bring to the table and that you deserve to feel all that passion and fire.
Look for understanding instead of miscommunication and frustration. Instead of friction and competition have mutual support and cooperation.
Continue to keep your heart open and hold on to an optimistic view of the future.
“For true partnership is achieved only by separate and whole beings who retain their separateness even as the unite. Remember to let the winds of Heaven dance between you”! So says the Rune of partnership.
Get back what you give and give what you get back. All that just to say balance and respect.
Once you have all that, the Passion, romance and spontaneity go hand and hand.
So promise yourself that you will no longer fool yourself with your own enchantment and expectation but be more vigilant in your quest.
Now isn’t that RomanticJ
So hang on to your Hat’s kid cause Valentine’s Day is right around da corner. Ahhhhh da pressure of it all… Your crew asks you~ you gotta date?
You think OMG what if I am alone on Valentines Day!!
Look the last thing you want to do is settle for da Mook who asks ya out and then have that tortured decision to make!
Ok if he buys me a really nice gift do I haf’ta BANG him?
Friday, January 27, 2012
Lions & Tigers & Bears ohhh Minga
Ahhhh , our YOUT !!! Memba all those crazy things ya did? The kinda crap that if someone called ya today and said hey, lets? - You’d say – What!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Either you would be to tired?
Worried about da cash?
Too stressed?
Or worse – you lost your cannoli’s….
It was like 10 years ago! You can play that weird – odd creepy remembering music now!!!
I called a friend of mine and we were meeting in the City to go on Da Prowl.. My friend has this magical name – Glinda as in da Good Witch!! So hittin the clubs with her was always a friggin joy as everyone that met her said – ohhh – like the Good Witch..Duh -- However, she was more like the Good Bitch.!!! And I mean that in a good way!!!
So we had our usual phone chat about where to meet and what to wear. We were both filled with that hope & wanderlust of what the evening could have in store.
That is, until we got there?????????????? Oh Mother of God!!!!
It looked like the bar scene from Star Wars!! All these mutant peeps..
Bad cologne – bad hair- bad teeth and that’s the worse!!!! ewwwwwwww…
Our hopes had faded! OK, then we went to the next joint !!!!
NOoooooooooo!!! Worse!!!!!! This was the land of the misfit toys!!!! All I kept sayin was, don’t pay attention to the little man behind the curtain…. We did not even give eye contact!!! … When you’re in places like that you have to treat them like crazy peeps on the street – NO EYE CONTACT!! Pretend your Burt in SOAP – snap you fingers and disappear..!!!!
The only thing we were doing that was successful was getting DRUNK!!!! Big timeeeeeeeeeeee…
So after many a drink had to fall we decided to leave. Defeated – Wounded.
We ended up at our favorite diner type joint and did what every body does.. EAT…
After we felt like the drinks had withered we decided to hit the road…
I went to the register and asked for coffee to go, while I was waiting I noticed they had Gummy Bears!!! HUMMMMMMMM. SO BEING A HUGE IMPLUSE BUYER – I get me the coffee and a bag of Gummy Bears.
It was a beautiful evening, I had all the windows down and the moon roof opened, along with the radio blastin…I was zoomin down the West Side Highway like Mario Andretti.
The HOT coffee is in the cup holder and the bottle of water is on the floor of the passenger seat.
So there I am driving like I stole it – popin Gummy Bears and then I got Ballzy – I took handfuls of Gummy Bears and was shoving them in my mouth..
All of a sudden I realize the bears are stuck in my throat??????
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG…
I start to cough.. Nothin….
Then I am chockin and making that terrible sound that goes along with it….
I look at the coffee – Its toooo HOTTTTTTTTTTT…
The water is on the floor and I am flyin down the west side highway- tryin to lean down, while choking trying to get it…
Sweat is drippin from my head – My life is flashin before my eyes…
I can read the headlines now.. Woman dies on the West side with Gummy Bears lodged in her throat!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG
The all of a sudden I give it this huge bellowing cough and out fly the BEARS…..
They landed on my windshield – splattered in the format of spread eagle…
And finally a sigh of relief!!!!
If I thought the Peeps in the Club looked bad, the sight of DA Bears on my windshield was worse.
My friend vowed never to drink again! And I vowed never to eat Gummy Bears while drivin!!!
Either you would be to tired?
Worried about da cash?
Too stressed?
Or worse – you lost your cannoli’s….
It was like 10 years ago! You can play that weird – odd creepy remembering music now!!!
I called a friend of mine and we were meeting in the City to go on Da Prowl.. My friend has this magical name – Glinda as in da Good Witch!! So hittin the clubs with her was always a friggin joy as everyone that met her said – ohhh – like the Good Witch..Duh -- However, she was more like the Good Bitch.!!! And I mean that in a good way!!!
So we had our usual phone chat about where to meet and what to wear. We were both filled with that hope & wanderlust of what the evening could have in store.
That is, until we got there?????????????? Oh Mother of God!!!!
It looked like the bar scene from Star Wars!! All these mutant peeps..
Bad cologne – bad hair- bad teeth and that’s the worse!!!! ewwwwwwww…
Our hopes had faded! OK, then we went to the next joint !!!!
NOoooooooooo!!! Worse!!!!!! This was the land of the misfit toys!!!! All I kept sayin was, don’t pay attention to the little man behind the curtain…. We did not even give eye contact!!! … When you’re in places like that you have to treat them like crazy peeps on the street – NO EYE CONTACT!! Pretend your Burt in SOAP – snap you fingers and disappear..!!!!
The only thing we were doing that was successful was getting DRUNK!!!! Big timeeeeeeeeeeee…
So after many a drink had to fall we decided to leave. Defeated – Wounded.
We ended up at our favorite diner type joint and did what every body does.. EAT…
After we felt like the drinks had withered we decided to hit the road…
I went to the register and asked for coffee to go, while I was waiting I noticed they had Gummy Bears!!! HUMMMMMMMM. SO BEING A HUGE IMPLUSE BUYER – I get me the coffee and a bag of Gummy Bears.
It was a beautiful evening, I had all the windows down and the moon roof opened, along with the radio blastin…I was zoomin down the West Side Highway like Mario Andretti.
The HOT coffee is in the cup holder and the bottle of water is on the floor of the passenger seat.
So there I am driving like I stole it – popin Gummy Bears and then I got Ballzy – I took handfuls of Gummy Bears and was shoving them in my mouth..
All of a sudden I realize the bears are stuck in my throat??????
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG…
I start to cough.. Nothin….
Then I am chockin and making that terrible sound that goes along with it….
I look at the coffee – Its toooo HOTTTTTTTTTTT…
The water is on the floor and I am flyin down the west side highway- tryin to lean down, while choking trying to get it…
Sweat is drippin from my head – My life is flashin before my eyes…
I can read the headlines now.. Woman dies on the West side with Gummy Bears lodged in her throat!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG
The all of a sudden I give it this huge bellowing cough and out fly the BEARS…..
They landed on my windshield – splattered in the format of spread eagle…
And finally a sigh of relief!!!!
If I thought the Peeps in the Club looked bad, the sight of DA Bears on my windshield was worse.
My friend vowed never to drink again! And I vowed never to eat Gummy Bears while drivin!!!
NEXT
What’s in a name? Names are extremely important especially if it’s regarding your business. It then becomes your Brand.
So why is it some comedy clubs name the place, Funny Bones or LOL’s and so on. I neva got that! I mean think about it, are you gonna call your friends laughing on the phone going, OMG lets go to Funny Bones, hahahahhahaa OK?
What if all clubs named them for what they are?
Like “ One Night Stand” or “BANG” or STD’s. Would ya go?
Names can also create an inference in our minds about things. We find ourselves acting differently because we have set it up that way based on what ya head branded it as.
I remember back in my dating days I had this wooden box and I used a magic maker and wrote across the top of the box, “NEXT!”
Any time I was dating I would take the cards or letters or what eva they gave me and put it in this box called, next.
Every time I broke up with someone I then went to the garbage opened the NEXT box and emptied it.
When the next one came along all there shit went back into the Next box.
I suppose this was not a very optimistic approach to have because in my mind they were all NEXT!
I think sometimes we are the wooden box! We lock all of our fears, baggage and insecurities in it and assume that it will protect us if we just remain closed.
One day after giving up on the notion of ever meeting anyone that could be “THE ONE”, I took the next box and tossed it in the garbage.
Then the work began~ my motto was ~ “If you continue to do the same things everyday expecting different results, Slap yourself now!”
If you think you are gonna change someone, forget it~ It aint happening.
So after I did all this self-discovery I was really kinda cool with it all.
I was content with just hangin out with me rather than settling.
Then for a birthday a friend of mine gave me a new box. This one was cardboard with Moons and Stars on it. No room to label it.
I month after I got that box, I found the Love of my Life.
So get rid of all the old garbage and open yourself and your heart and BOOM – no more Next. And neva go to a comedy club called LOL..
So why is it some comedy clubs name the place, Funny Bones or LOL’s and so on. I neva got that! I mean think about it, are you gonna call your friends laughing on the phone going, OMG lets go to Funny Bones, hahahahhahaa OK?
What if all clubs named them for what they are?
Like “ One Night Stand” or “BANG” or STD’s. Would ya go?
Names can also create an inference in our minds about things. We find ourselves acting differently because we have set it up that way based on what ya head branded it as.
I remember back in my dating days I had this wooden box and I used a magic maker and wrote across the top of the box, “NEXT!”
Any time I was dating I would take the cards or letters or what eva they gave me and put it in this box called, next.
Every time I broke up with someone I then went to the garbage opened the NEXT box and emptied it.
When the next one came along all there shit went back into the Next box.
I suppose this was not a very optimistic approach to have because in my mind they were all NEXT!
I think sometimes we are the wooden box! We lock all of our fears, baggage and insecurities in it and assume that it will protect us if we just remain closed.
One day after giving up on the notion of ever meeting anyone that could be “THE ONE”, I took the next box and tossed it in the garbage.
Then the work began~ my motto was ~ “If you continue to do the same things everyday expecting different results, Slap yourself now!”
If you think you are gonna change someone, forget it~ It aint happening.
So after I did all this self-discovery I was really kinda cool with it all.
I was content with just hangin out with me rather than settling.
Then for a birthday a friend of mine gave me a new box. This one was cardboard with Moons and Stars on it. No room to label it.
I month after I got that box, I found the Love of my Life.
So get rid of all the old garbage and open yourself and your heart and BOOM – no more Next. And neva go to a comedy club called LOL..
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
To be or not to be ~ reality !
TO BE OR NOT TO BE -REALITY
I looked up the definition of REALITY and here it is:
re·al·i·ty
1. The quality or state of being actual or true.
2. One, such as a person, an entity, or an event, that is actual:
3. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence.
4. That which exists objectively and in fact:
Relating to or being a genre of television or film in which a storyline is created by editing footage of people interacting or competing with one another in unscripted, unrehearsed situations.
Bull shit !!~!~ There is no reality in reality TV. The Producers set the theme! They look for HYPE – SCANDEL and any other nonsense that will draw us in or create Hoopla so more will watch.
Which brings me to MTV’s reality show called: JERSEY SHORE!
O M G – Now this is a train wreck with High Hair and lots O gel.
The Italian American Organizations are so pissed off.
I am 1st generation Italian and I am an Entertainer. As you know I am the producer & headliner of THE ITALIAN CHICKS, an all female comedy/variety show. There is a way to do and say things whereby you can still maintain some integrity. MINGA!!! ☺
So I did watch the show the other night? I could not make it thru the entire episode as I thought I was gonna stick a fork in my eye!! Jeezzzzzzz…..Then I watch it again this week – whose doin who, whose tan is better, whose hair is higher, who got drunk, whose getting some. But hey, I disliked Real World and I dont know if anyone was Italian on that?
I don’t now who these kids think they are emulating because the talent is elusive and the muscles and hair product and fake boobs and De-da gurls are all a mess…
But cha know what? I got news for ya – even Polish kids act like that!!!!
If you think this show is bad! This makes Growing up Gotti look like Masterpiece Theatre..
But really now, who else are these Mooks gonna emulate?
We have amazing Italian American writers and directors, like Martin Martin Scorsese and Mario Puzio. They created classics like The Godfather, Goodfella’s, Casino. Movies that folks watch over and over again.
We also have Michelangelo and Pavoratti! But ya think these kids are gona emulate those guys? NO!
I can understand the slight that certain Organizations are feeling but enough – Basta!!!
Show the movie with Charlton Heston portraying Michelangelo and see if da kids down the shore wanna dress like him?
Or maybe they wanna dress up like Pavoratti? I think not!
If ya think the show is ridicules – Hey don’t watch it!!
Come on now this has all become our reality?
We got Da NJ Housewives! Beverly Hills Housewives and many otha state’s Housewives.
Mob Wives!
I really hope you all don’t think this shit is real?
They all hang out with each other and eat meatballs and shit while da money is being direct deposited. Cha- Ching !! But really now does Caroline Manzo really need more money?
I received an email from NIAF – National Italian American Foundation and the subject read –
Italian Americans are Under Attack!
WHAT!!! W H A T ~ ~ Are you kidding me? Look, I think all these Italian American Organizations do some wonderful fundraising and great things for community. I can understand that they are dismayed at the stereotypical references but did you ever hear of a little thing called a SATIRE?
I mean really now, not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths and only a few of us have placed the stick so far up, ya know!
My Father was born in Reggio, Calabria and he was not a Gansta!
But at some point we have to realize the difference between fact and fiction. We have to know that a movie also exaggerates the point for dramatic and artistic purposes.
Tony Soprano was NOT REAL!
So what is real! Yes we do have organized crime –FACT!!
We do have crime Bosses – FACT!
Most of these folks are Italian – FACT!
Did you ever walk down any street in NY and not see these kinds of characters?
Yes you have! Some of them are not even Italian, they are NEW YAWKERS !!!!
Or what they call Italophiles.
What is an Italophile you ask? Someone whom is not Italian but loves the culture or a wanna be.
Look it would be lovely if the world emulated all the amazing Italians that gave us concerto’s ,song , art, sculpture and there are some very talented folks out there doing just that. So BUY their work, will ya.
But with all due respect, I think you all should lie back on these biting attempts to quell everything. Here is what Italian American Assocation’s are doing:
• ASKING ALL SPONSORS TO PULL THERE PROMO’S
• ASKING FOR BOYCOTTS
• ASKING FOR CANELATIONS
HUMMMMMMM, sure sounds like a threat to me? Be careful, the zepolie does not fall far from the pot!! Before you know it you will be sounding like all the shows you hate.
And the last thing you want is to get that Al Sharpton reputation?
So as the saying goes, “why cant we all just get along”!
Do I hate the Jersey Shore show, YES!
Why?
Not because they make Italian’s look like Mook’s but because the show SUCKS!! Simple !
Did I hate the Soprano’s, NO? Because it was a fiction based drama!
Now, the reality show - ( Kate plus 8 ) if she was Italian would that be an issues too? Because I hated that show…
Così siamo tutti parte di una famiglia. Alcuni sono buoni, altri sono cattivi e alcuni sono pazzi!
Dobbiamo sostenere tutti gli americani decente italiana.
La criminalità organizzata è stato qui per sempre non possiamo fermare o cambiare, è come il governo.
Vivi e lascia vivere e and Viva Italia!
Translation: So we all belong to a family. Some are good some are bad and some are crazy!
We should support all decent Italian Americans.
Organized crime has been here forever we can’t stop it or change it, it's like the Government.
Live and let live and Viva Italia.
Now go home and get your Shine Box !!!
I looked up the definition of REALITY and here it is:
re·al·i·ty
1. The quality or state of being actual or true.
2. One, such as a person, an entity, or an event, that is actual:
3. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence.
4. That which exists objectively and in fact:
Relating to or being a genre of television or film in which a storyline is created by editing footage of people interacting or competing with one another in unscripted, unrehearsed situations.
Bull shit !!~!~ There is no reality in reality TV. The Producers set the theme! They look for HYPE – SCANDEL and any other nonsense that will draw us in or create Hoopla so more will watch.
Which brings me to MTV’s reality show called: JERSEY SHORE!
O M G – Now this is a train wreck with High Hair and lots O gel.
The Italian American Organizations are so pissed off.
I am 1st generation Italian and I am an Entertainer. As you know I am the producer & headliner of THE ITALIAN CHICKS, an all female comedy/variety show. There is a way to do and say things whereby you can still maintain some integrity. MINGA!!! ☺
So I did watch the show the other night? I could not make it thru the entire episode as I thought I was gonna stick a fork in my eye!! Jeezzzzzzz…..Then I watch it again this week – whose doin who, whose tan is better, whose hair is higher, who got drunk, whose getting some. But hey, I disliked Real World and I dont know if anyone was Italian on that?
I don’t now who these kids think they are emulating because the talent is elusive and the muscles and hair product and fake boobs and De-da gurls are all a mess…
But cha know what? I got news for ya – even Polish kids act like that!!!!
If you think this show is bad! This makes Growing up Gotti look like Masterpiece Theatre..
But really now, who else are these Mooks gonna emulate?
We have amazing Italian American writers and directors, like Martin Martin Scorsese and Mario Puzio. They created classics like The Godfather, Goodfella’s, Casino. Movies that folks watch over and over again.
We also have Michelangelo and Pavoratti! But ya think these kids are gona emulate those guys? NO!
I can understand the slight that certain Organizations are feeling but enough – Basta!!!
Show the movie with Charlton Heston portraying Michelangelo and see if da kids down the shore wanna dress like him?
Or maybe they wanna dress up like Pavoratti? I think not!
If ya think the show is ridicules – Hey don’t watch it!!
Come on now this has all become our reality?
We got Da NJ Housewives! Beverly Hills Housewives and many otha state’s Housewives.
Mob Wives!
I really hope you all don’t think this shit is real?
They all hang out with each other and eat meatballs and shit while da money is being direct deposited. Cha- Ching !! But really now does Caroline Manzo really need more money?
I received an email from NIAF – National Italian American Foundation and the subject read –
Italian Americans are Under Attack!
WHAT!!! W H A T ~ ~ Are you kidding me? Look, I think all these Italian American Organizations do some wonderful fundraising and great things for community. I can understand that they are dismayed at the stereotypical references but did you ever hear of a little thing called a SATIRE?
I mean really now, not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths and only a few of us have placed the stick so far up, ya know!
My Father was born in Reggio, Calabria and he was not a Gansta!
But at some point we have to realize the difference between fact and fiction. We have to know that a movie also exaggerates the point for dramatic and artistic purposes.
Tony Soprano was NOT REAL!
So what is real! Yes we do have organized crime –FACT!!
We do have crime Bosses – FACT!
Most of these folks are Italian – FACT!
Did you ever walk down any street in NY and not see these kinds of characters?
Yes you have! Some of them are not even Italian, they are NEW YAWKERS !!!!
Or what they call Italophiles.
What is an Italophile you ask? Someone whom is not Italian but loves the culture or a wanna be.
Look it would be lovely if the world emulated all the amazing Italians that gave us concerto’s ,song , art, sculpture and there are some very talented folks out there doing just that. So BUY their work, will ya.
But with all due respect, I think you all should lie back on these biting attempts to quell everything. Here is what Italian American Assocation’s are doing:
• ASKING ALL SPONSORS TO PULL THERE PROMO’S
• ASKING FOR BOYCOTTS
• ASKING FOR CANELATIONS
HUMMMMMMM, sure sounds like a threat to me? Be careful, the zepolie does not fall far from the pot!! Before you know it you will be sounding like all the shows you hate.
And the last thing you want is to get that Al Sharpton reputation?
So as the saying goes, “why cant we all just get along”!
Do I hate the Jersey Shore show, YES!
Why?
Not because they make Italian’s look like Mook’s but because the show SUCKS!! Simple !
Did I hate the Soprano’s, NO? Because it was a fiction based drama!
Now, the reality show - ( Kate plus 8 ) if she was Italian would that be an issues too? Because I hated that show…
Così siamo tutti parte di una famiglia. Alcuni sono buoni, altri sono cattivi e alcuni sono pazzi!
Dobbiamo sostenere tutti gli americani decente italiana.
La criminalità organizzata è stato qui per sempre non possiamo fermare o cambiare, è come il governo.
Vivi e lascia vivere e and Viva Italia!
Translation: So we all belong to a family. Some are good some are bad and some are crazy!
We should support all decent Italian Americans.
Organized crime has been here forever we can’t stop it or change it, it's like the Government.
Live and let live and Viva Italia.
Now go home and get your Shine Box !!!
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