... I've jotted these onto backs of envelopes, on sales slips found in my
pocketbook and little pieces of paper
(picture taken from 1970 slide by Betty Rossi)
I've been told to write something, not necessarily witty or deep, just something...so...I thought, because it's a New Year, I'd share things that tickle my funny bone that I've read and loved and jotted down on the backs of envelopes, sales slips found in the bottom of my pocketbook and little
pieces of paper. All of the authors are unknown unless acknowledged. Maybe I'll also share a recipe. We'll see, but for now...
The very first thing that I'd like to share is that becoming an adult is one of the dumbest things I ever did.
Some days, my life is just a tent away from a circus. Our family is God's favorite sit-com.
I'm not just an Aunt. I'm a big cup of wonderful, covered with awesome sauce, with a splash of sassy and a dash of crazy.
Wrinkled was not one of the things I wanted to be when I grew up.
Never trust an atom. They make up everything.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads, lives only one.
Some people create their own storm, then get upset when it rains.
So many of my smiles begin with you.
There's just one legitimate synonym for Friday. Boom Shackalaka!
I just pulled a muscle rolling my eyes.
Home is where memories live forever.
The belly rules the mind.
I'm not sure what makes pepperoni so good..if it's the "pepper" or the "oni".
Worries go down better with soup...Jewish Proverb.
Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside. So said Mark Twain.
Sammy Davis said that vegetables are a must on a diet and suggested Carrot Cake, Zucchini Bread and Pumpkin Pie.
Did you ever stop to taste a carrot? Not just eat it, but taste it? You can't taste the beauty and energy of the Earth in a Twinkie.
Ah, the Bagel! An unsweetened donut with Rigor Mortis.
No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even in her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks Past, the advice and menus of cooks Present and the wisdom of cookbook writers.
Home is where you're treated best and grumble most.
When the going gets tough, the tough eat chocolate.
Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast. It is not proud. It is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth. It always protects. Always trusts. Always hopes. Always perseveres. And now, these three remain, Faith, Hope and Love, but the greatest of these is Love. Corinthians 43
If you can't say anything nice, say it in Italian. Italian always sounds better. Don't forget to smile and use hand gestures. That always confuses people.
You can't always make everyone happy. You're not pizza.
Beware!! Real Italian cooking is going on in this kitchen (especially around the holidays). At any minute, screaming, arguing, yelling, cursing
and other normal activities associated with Italian cooking could break out.
Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Just let it go. You've got to pick your battles.
Don't judge me. I was born awesome, not perfect.
To err is human. To Arrrr is Pirate.
Ever get the feeling that your stuff strutted off without you?
I can't hear you. Old age has it's benefits.
In wine, there's wisdom. In beer, there's freedom. In water, there's bacteria.
Prayer, The world's great wireless connection.
As seen in Rockport...If I had my life to live over, I'd live over a deli.
I must be getting hungry. Most of this is about food.
Vive Bene, Spesso L'Amore, Di Risata Molto. Live well. Love often. Laugh much.
Happy New Year...love Betty Rossi
January 6, 2017