By Luna, (aka Terri Giosia)

Is there some book somewhere stashed in a cave, or wooden stove that holds all the rules and menus that people have had for the past 100 years? Who writes these rules and why do people feel they have to stick to it, vs. making suggestions and making it more about being about enjoying and revelling in a special time of year with family and friends.

Whether it is Easter, Christmas, a wedding or bridal shower….there’s some book somewhere that holds a slew of ridiculous rules. Don’t get me wrong, some traditions are great….but as time goes by and people’s philosophies and mentalities change, so should tradition and here are some of my favourites to rant on!

Over a family supper the other night, the conversation went to an upcoming bridal shower of a 3rd cousin. I had already called and said that I wasn’t going, as it would be a typical Italian shower held in a reception hall, about 100 women with a dull MC with a really big ego who plays a bunch of stupid games to get the party going.

The cover charge for each person was $60 and at the bottom of the invitation was where the bride was registered. So, if you want to go, it would cost you well over $200!

I hadn’t seen this young woman in over 3 years; her wedding would be the month after so another $150 per person is required to give as a gift…. Yes, it’s that expensive to go to a wedding today. You’re wondering who made up that rule “the per person” gift of money. Well, it’s been around for as long as I can remember, so at the end of the night, there’s well over 50 grand in cash and cheques in a box waiting to be counted so the party, band and whoever else can be paid from it.

How did I come up with that figure, well it’s the wedding list. It starts off with family and friends and then all the extended people from that and you end up with 300 people. 90% of whom the bride and groom don’t even know, but to make their parents happy they go along with it.

Another tradition of the bride being in white…even if it’s her 2nd or 3rd wedding, mmmmmmmm, what does white represent again? Right! So how can you walk down the aisle again, in white, as the first time already was a stretch! Ok, my cynicism is showing…..How about this as a new rule, your 1st time around I can see that…but after that, make it a sexy cocktail dress!


Stay tuned for Part II

xxoo
~R.

The true meaning of Valentine's Day - It's a commie holiday, I love it!

My favorite part of Valentine's Day is all the pretty red, white and pink heart motif stuff in the stores this time of year -and how I can get it all cheap the day of and even CHEAPER the day after. Like Nadia I'm a girl of discriminating taste. If my man is spending his hard-earned cash on me, it's gotta be on quality stuff. Drugstore and dollarama tchatchkes: that's what my loose change is for.

Happy Valentine's Day!

By Luna, (aka Terri Giosia)

It felt like an arena, and our side just got the 1st point! This woman would not ruin Laura’s day and I didn’t care if I got shit, but she would not control or have power, I’d see to that!

By Luna, (aka Terri Giosia)

I walked up to the door and she was right there, with an apron on and strangely enough she hadn’t aged much, as if she had made a pact like Dorian Grey had, and I chuckled at the thought that there was a picture of her somewhere aging and looking grotesque.

“Teresa, is that a you?”
“Yes, Signora Rizzo it’s me” and I walked right into the house and looked for Laura.

By Luna, (aka Terri Giosia)

Then she asked Laura, “you don’ta think that you and Frankie too young to get married?”

Laura was stunned as they had talked about marriage, yet never discussed when or that it would be mentioned on the 1st visit to the parents.

“We’re maybe a little young now, but in a few years after we both have worked and saved some money that’s the plan” Laura responded.

“You plan on a staying home after the bambino’s come? Or you work and I have to taka care of dem”?

By Luna, (aka Terri Giosia)

I cringed and felt my stomach do flip flops. Laura and I were fuller figured women, sexy, voluptuous and as I like to describe myself Rubenesque.

Although growing up Italian being “heavier” was not a good thing. Actually for women growing up heavy, or God forbid if you were not good looking it was like a reflection on the parents and the entire family. Their sons could be assholes, not that good looking, not too bright, but that was ok. But for most Italian fathers and mothers they wanted their daughters to look perfect. Which meant, slim, pretty, dainty if you could pull that look off and of course you didn’t wear much makeup, revealing clothing nor did you smoke, as those things were only done by “loose women”.

I took down the 'how I clean my toilet' post because it was destined for another forum and not the Pocus. Forgive me. I finally started antibiotics today for a sinus infection and bronchitis.

By Luna, (aka Terri Giosia)

It was a glorious Sunday afternoon in July, the kind you love as there was no humidity and a breeze that kissed your face and put a perpetual smile on it. I was driving to my girlfriend’s home for her 40th birthday party and although in good spirits I couldn’t help but feel dread at the thought of seeing her mother in law.