You know what today is, my little chickadees? Yup, it’s Musical Monday. “Damn!” you’re thinking to yourself, “I’d hoped that she was joking.” Today I’m going to assail your ears with a little Italian reggae. Yes, you heard correctly. Italians can do reggae. Take a listen to this, especially because it’s going to tie in with the next part of my post.
Italian Lessons
For those of you who don’t know, I’m currently taking Italian lessons. Why? I’m not really sure. Where is Italian spoken? Only in Italy, where I may not be traveling again for several years. It’s not like French, which is spoken in France, Canada, Africa & the Caribbean. I do have a number of Italian acquaintances, though, one in particular who told me that I simply must learn Italian. He also wanted me to teach him English, but (after my bad experiences on Skype) I refuse to go on Skype or use the camera again (i.e. NO! I do NOT want to see anyone’s body parts via Skype!). The last time we saw each other in person, I taught him some American slang in a very useful phrase. The phrase was “Once I received a wedgie, I nearly tossed my cookies & began going commando from that day forward!” Of course, he didn’t have a clue what any of that meant. I patiently explained, but insisted that a wedgie was best explained by showing him. He was none too pleased, as one might imagine! He taught me this phrase “Ho parlato piano cosi tu puoi capire.” To which I responded with “Come?!”
My Italian class is small; there are only 4 students and the teacher. I use my limited Italian as little as possible. For instance, whenever the teacher asks me what I did over the weekend, my stock answer is “Niente!” She says that if I truly didn’t do anything, then I need to make something up. So I tell her tall tales of me dancing tango, writing a novel and rescuing a puppy – all in Italian, of course. It’s all in a day’s work!
A Little Romance
We all know that Valentine’s Day is swiftly approaching. I hate when guys say that Valentine’s Day is only for women. I ALWAYS bought Valentine’s Day presents for my boyfriends. To be honest, though, I can’t remember any extra special Valentine’s Day memories. Yes, my boyfriends gave me flowers, sometimes jewelry & took me to dinner. Before we go any further, however, I must admit that there’s nothing I hate more than to receive red roses. Yes, it’s traditional, but it says to me that the guy has no imagination. If you’re going to send me roses, I adore sterling silver, pink & yellow roses, in that order.
Then again, maybe I do have one special Valentine’s Day memory, but it was from me to him, not the other way around. When I lived in Los Angeles, I had a boyfriend in San Diego for several years. One time when he was visiting, there was something in my eye/contacts, which was causing me to tear up. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’m blinded by the passion of our love!” I replied. Since that day, that phrase was a huge joke between us. On one Valentine’s Day, I called the florist & asked that they send a bonsai tree to his office. When she asked what I wanted written on the card, I told her “I’m blinded by the passion of our love.” She said “That’s so beautiful – one of the most romantic things I’ve heard.” I had a good laugh over it, as did the boyfriend when he received the bonsai tree & card. BTW, he managed to kill that bonsai tree within a matter of months!