Blogtember Saying I Remember!

My Nana used to tell me this, “Il diavolo fa le pentole na non coperchi”  it is roughly translated from Italian into “The Devil makes the pots, but not the covers”

I still use this in my head a lot when I need to think before I speak, it basically means that what you say and do has a way of getting out.

My Papa…

Well this is actually a little late, but I think I can finally write about it with out crying, or getting angry. First the official obit, (names Changed)

 

Albert S.

Albert S
Henrietta: Passed away Tuesday, January 12, 2010, at age 75. He was predeceased by his wife, Patricia; parents, Albert I. Sr. and Evelyn. Survived by his son, Alan; daughter, Cheryl, Son in law- Peter. of S.C.; grandchildren, Air Force, Angel and Jujube.  Albert was a United States Army Veteran serving during the Korean War, an avid golfer and bowler.

 

So that is what the paper, and my uncle put in about my Papa.  The man who told me stories about Italy, and help my Nana, (his mother) teach me to cook, taught me to swim, and would dance around his house singing Frank Sinatra and Rat Pack songs with me. 

The man that taught me that no matter how hard life is you just have to keep trying, and fighting, and making yourself strong.

He cried with me while I raged against the fact I wasn’t there when his wife, and my Grandma DeeDee passed, because my mother didn’t even tell me she was sick. He was there when my Nana passed and I cried at her grave and didn’t want to move.  I remember him picking me up like weighed nothing and carrying me to the car.

I was very angry when he died, my mother refused to let us go see him in the hospital, she was fighting with him.. I never really said goodbye. The last conversation I had with him only lasted ten minuets at most, I called him for new year’s he had just gotten out of the hospital from Christmas, brain tumors, and he was sick, but he told me he was much better, and I was in a hurry so I rushed off the phone. and that was it.

 

I always planned on having Papa sing to me when I got married, if he even came. When I was little he gave me a list of guys I couldn’t date, and me being the smart aleck I was asked him then who was I allowed to date? He laughed and told me I could be a good little catholic girl and join a nunnery, then every birthday, and Christmas along with my gifts would come a brochure for a different one.

I miss him so much and listening to the radio the other night I heard two songs that made me think of him, and even though I cried and still do, I just want to think of him looking down, and sitting with my Grandma DeeDee, and Nana and Grandpa Paul, and watching me smiling.

Totally Random Tuesday!!

Wow Its been a while since the last RTT post.


I love Keely's Randomness and had a large plan for mine but I keep leaving the notebook where I wrote all of my ideas in the places I am no longer at.

I was thinking that I don't believe I necessarily look like I am seventeen but I feel good that the guy at the car fixing place thinks I am, I have corrected him many times but he continues to ask me if I am seventeen.

A guest at my hotel told one of the other girls that I work with that he thinks I would be fun to get drunk with. I am wondering now why a lot of people say that. In response she said "Angel might look innocent and all goody two shoes but shes really not all that innocent."

So I asked some of the guys who I hang out with before class and they all decided that it must be the fact I have a very bubbly personality and that it would be funny to see.

I have been working on a tribute speech to my Nana, I am probably just going to wing it.

One of the girls at work calls me like crazy, even though she knows I am not the manager, and not in an authoritative position. My mother thinks that I need to be promoted to shift supervisor and get a raise. I would love the raise not so much sure that I want to be in charge of people.

I made a bet with a friend of mine about weather or not I could go with out red meat for a week, he says you begin to flip out after a week, so we will see. Wish me luck!

Aww The Dardnest Things...

This topic came from two of my favorite sites Here and Here, everyone has cute little posts about embarrassing things that their children do, and well because I don't yet have little angels of my own, (who will not be named Blaze, Titan, or Spirtall, although Kensei does want a Gray, Cayn, or Rain, (hehehe if you put them all together they rhyme) ) I would post about myself, my sister, and the kids I have babysat for.

Well this is story time....

Once upon a time there was a little girl, she was a sweet, quiet little girl. She never did anything she wasn't supposed to, she was her parents, grandparents and Great Grandmother (Nana)'s delight. It was roughly 1989-90 ish and She was sitting in the backseat of a station wagon when a song came on the radio causing the dear Papa (her grandfather) to slam on the breaks and spin his head to look at her as she began to sing, "I am the flower, you are the sea... All I want to do is make love to you," He still brings that up to her when they ride in the same car. Apparently a 4 to 5 year old should not be singing it.

A few years earlier at her second birthday party, the same little girl had gone to the television and changed the channel to MTV and proceeded to dance to Thriller, she can still do the dance actually.

Flash forward 14 years

Now the little girl is 15 years old and babysitting a little boy named Carnell, and her little sister Jujube. She decided that it would be nice to take the two of them to McDonald's. She seats the kids in car seats and goes to order food when across the restaurant you her Carnell yelling. "Pretty Mama! Mama! I wan nuggets Pretty Mama!" (His mother thought it was adorable that her called her Pretty Mama) and The Jujube's Voice "Nuggets too Mama! Pwease!" Her face began to turn red and if the people in the restaurant could kill with a glance she would be dead, so she said the first thing that popped into her mind, "I ain't their Mama!"


So here are a few things to read and perhaps laugh about! I hope you all enjoyed them!

Thursday Thirteen

Well this one was a lot of thought. I've been on a movie kick and was thinking about thirteen movies, but I decided that instead I would do this:

Thirteen Things I Learned in Nana's Kitchen:

1. anything that can be cooked should start on high temp and move down.

2. there is nothing that can go wrong a little cussing in other languages can't fix.

3. sometimes the most complicated looking meal is the most simple to make.

4. even though it looks like you spent six hours a good cook only spends one.

5. your neighbors are your best friends, they are also the ones who teach your granddaughter the bad words in other languages.

6. when cooking one should always listen to appropriate music. Frank and Dean for Italian, and the entire Rat Pack for any other type. You can put on other music if you have company.

7. Never buy from the store what you can make from scratch cheaper.

8. your food will never be as good as his mothers.

9. recipes are best kept in your head as they are easier to change then.

10. even though you keep them in your head they still get lost when you need them!

11. Chili doesn't mean pour the entire bottle of Chile powder in to the pot.

12. always laugh at yourself and you will never be sad.

13. Sing as loud as you can while you cook, no matter what it will turn out okay. unless the neighbors call the fire department for the smoke, then you have to offer them food to.

yes these are the lessons that I learned in Nana's Kitchen. The most important though is that no matter how you keep your recipes pass them down, that way you will always be remembered.

~Angel