September 30, 2007

Laughter A Day...

Random things around the blogosphere that made me laugh…

Jimbo over at Parkway Rest Stop and his English speaking lessons. Holy crap. My husband is from Jersey, born in Newark and then growing up in Morristown until his family migrated down here into Palm Beach County his senior year in high school. (I know I don’t write much about my husband, what he does, where he is from, etc, it seems invasive and it’s a blog about my life and should not intrude on his. Very heavy dark line in my mind where writing is concerned.) Anyway, we were newly married, having been together for about four years including dating, when we made a trip to NYC and Jersey to see family and explore the city. My husband has lost most of his Jersey accent. Every now and then I can hear it and when all the Italians come to my home for dinner, they goof on it, with the big Italian wise-guy Jersey accents. I know most of the slang, me the Navy brat, having spent my life all over and my teenage formative years in the South, where nobody said, “YO!” and Yankees were kind of viewed as foreigners… much like many people speak of illegal immigrants from Mexico.

Anyway, so I got the lingo down, I don’t use it, and my husband has lost most of his accent. We’re on some big huge highway that goes in to NYC and we’re stopped at a toll booth, and the toll woman drums up a short conversation with my husband while dispensing change. Out of my husband’s mouth came this HEAVY HEAVY Jersey accent and I sat there staring him down wondering what had happened and where was my husband. I said to him, “Who IN THE HELL are YOU?” He laughed, but the rest of the visit, it frickin’ stuck. Whenever we go back to his birthplace and we’re with the locals, this voice comes out I don’t know.

It’s like living with some character from Ghost Busters. Good Grief.

Anyway, Jimbo’s post is funny.

Then there is Erica’s post on how she doesn’t… fart. Full of fart videos, the post is pretty damn funny. You can put a post up, pouring out your heart and soul on views of life, death, and our purpose in life, and get a few comments. Put a post up about farting, and you get 20+. I find that hysterical.

And lastly, and while I’m not laughing at this anymore, I was laughing last night at Mrs. Who’s post update. It’s about those little pink lines. Those tests you pass that you don’t study for… when I first read it, I laughed at my computer in a ‘horror/happyforyou/stunned’ kind of way. Really. Heh. She’s my age… 42. Heh, again. Now? I’m just really happy for them. Seriously happy. And her NEW post with her NEW logo is here. Good Grief. I suspect the shock is off.

And I so love my new nickname Destroyer of Hope and Crusher of Dreams™; its so much 'tougher' sounding than the 'Blunt and Insensitive' I typically get!

Posted by Boudicca at September 30, 2007 08:58 PM | TrackBack
Comments

I'm sorry, did you say your husband's family migrated AWAY from New Jersey?

For the life of me, I can't imagine why anyone would ever want to leave that charming desert oasis, where one can enjoy the view of toxic smokestacks anytime of day, eat e-coli infested beef to their heart's content, and where everybody talks like they wish they were from New York, but instead end up sounding like a cheap knockoff.

All I can say is...

Ah! Sweet mystery of life
At last I've found thee
Ah! I know at last the secret of it all!

Posted by: Erica at September 30, 2007 09:29 PM

Ah that he did. I think it was something about winters. ;-) They aren't cold weather people. I told him, "Of course not, your people came from Southern Italy. You're supposed to live closer to the equator!"

Jimbo must be shaking his head right now thinking, "Good Lord, even on other people's blogs..." ;-)

Posted by: Bou at October 1, 2007 06:10 AM

I'm shaking my head thinking, "Isn't it sad what living in a shithole like Brooklyn will do to one's mind?"

Posted by: Jimbo - PRS at October 1, 2007 08:10 AM

My sweet, delusional Hairboy..."what living in a shithole like Brooklyn" has done to my mind is remind me how lucky I am that I don't live in an even bigger shithole like New Jersey.

Posted by: Erica at October 1, 2007 08:46 AM

You can hear a little bit of Jersey in his voice, but not much at all.

Now I'm chuckling because I'm picturing him talking like Paulie Walnuts, with Jim's great farookin' hair.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at October 1, 2007 07:18 PM