Why Italian Women Need Therapy (62)
It was probably an Italian woman who created the first online dating site!!!
venere08: It was probably an Italian woman who created the first online dating site!!!
I posted a reply - it disappeared!
RobertC2: I posted a reply - it disappeared!
Yes, right before your very eyes.
Very funny...........
Phoenix: Very funny...........
It is very funny.
'Cept for the fact that I recall conversations almost verbatim to the above!
venere08: A dear, old friend of mine sent me this.....
Phone Call: Italian Mother: "Allo?"
Daughter: "Hi Ma. Can I leave the kids with you tonight?"
Italian Mother: "You're going out?"
Daughter: "Yes."
Italian Mother: "Who you go out with?"
Daughter: "With a friend."
Italian Mother: "I don' know why you lefta your usband. He is sucha gooda man."
Daughter: "MA, I didn't leave him. He left me!"
Italian Mother: "You let hima leave you, and now you go out with
anybodies and nobodies."
Daughter: "MA, I do not go out with anybody. Can I bring over the kids?"
Italian Mother: "I never leava you to go out with anybody essept your father."
Daughter: "There are lots of things that you did and I don't."
Italian Mother: "What are you say?"
Daughter: "Nothing, I just want to know if I can bring the kids over tonight.."
Italian Mother: "You go anna stay the night with him? Whata your
usband say if he find out?"
Daughter: "MA its My EX husband. I don't think he would be bothered. From the day he left me, he probably never slept alone!"
Italian Mother: "So you go sleep over at thisa loser's place?"
Daughter: "MOM, He's not a loser."
Italian Mother: "A man who goes with a divorced woman with children is a loser and a parasite."
Daughter: "MA, I don't want to argue; should I bring over the kids or not?"
Italian Mother: "Poor childre' with sucha mother."
Daughter: "Such a what?"
Italian Mother: "With no stability. No wonder you usband left you."
Daughter: "ENOUGH MA!!!"
Italian Mother: "Don' scream at me. You probably scream at the loser too!"
Daughter: "Great MA, Now you're worried about the loser?"
Italian Mother: "Ah, so you see he is a loser and I spota him
straightaway."
Daughter: "Goodbye, mother."
Italian Mother: "Wait! Wait! Don' ang up! When are you bring them
over? "
Daughter: "I'm not bringing them over! I'm not going out!"
Italian Mother: "If you never go out, how you expect to meet anyone?
Phone Call: Italian Mother: "Allo?"
Daughter: "Hi Ma. Can I leave the kids with you tonight?"
Italian Mother: "You're going out?"
Daughter: "Yes."
Italian Mother: "Who you go out with?"
Daughter: "With a friend."
Italian Mother: "I don' know why you lefta your usband. He is sucha gooda man."
Daughter: "MA, I didn't leave him. He left me!"
Italian Mother: "You let hima leave you, and now you go out with
anybodies and nobodies."
Daughter: "MA, I do not go out with anybody. Can I bring over the kids?"
Italian Mother: "I never leava you to go out with anybody essept your father."
Daughter: "There are lots of things that you did and I don't."
Italian Mother: "What are you say?"
Daughter: "Nothing, I just want to know if I can bring the kids over tonight.."
Italian Mother: "You go anna stay the night with him? Whata your
usband say if he find out?"
Daughter: "MA its My EX husband. I don't think he would be bothered. From the day he left me, he probably never slept alone!"
Italian Mother: "So you go sleep over at thisa loser's place?"
Daughter: "MOM, He's not a loser."
Italian Mother: "A man who goes with a divorced woman with children is a loser and a parasite."
Daughter: "MA, I don't want to argue; should I bring over the kids or not?"
Italian Mother: "Poor childre' with sucha mother."
Daughter: "Such a what?"
Italian Mother: "With no stability. No wonder you usband left you."
Daughter: "ENOUGH MA!!!"
Italian Mother: "Don' scream at me. You probably scream at the loser too!"
Daughter: "Great MA, Now you're worried about the loser?"
Italian Mother: "Ah, so you see he is a loser and I spota him
straightaway."
Daughter: "Goodbye, mother."
Italian Mother: "Wait! Wait! Don' ang up! When are you bring them
over? "
Daughter: "I'm not bringing them over! I'm not going out!"
Italian Mother: "If you never go out, how you expect to meet anyone?
Brilliant.I too have had surreal conversations like this that left me tearing my hair out,that,s why I,m bald.
Ahhh you see? Mama, she knows a every ting and she knows best!
venere08: A dear, old friend of mine sent me this.....
Phone Call: Italian Mother: "Allo?"
Daughter: "Hi Ma. Can I leave the kids with you tonight?"
Italian Mother: "You're going out?"
Daughter: "Yes."
Italian Mother: "Who you go out with?"
Daughter: "With a friend."
Italian Mother: "I don' know why you lefta your usband. He is sucha gooda man."
Daughter: "MA, I didn't leave him. He left me!"
Italian Mother: "You let hima leave you, and now you go out with
anybodies and nobodies."
Daughter: "MA, I do not go out with anybody. Can I bring over the kids?"
Italian Mother: "I never leava you to go out with anybody essept your father."
Daughter: "There are lots of things that you did and I don't."
Italian Mother: "What are you say?"
Daughter: "Nothing, I just want to know if I can bring the kids over tonight.."
Italian Mother: "You go anna stay the night with him? Whata your
usband say if he find out?"
Daughter: "MA its My EX husband. I don't think he would be bothered. From the day he left me, he probably never slept alone!"
Italian Mother: "So you go sleep over at thisa loser's place?"
Daughter: "MOM, He's not a loser."
Italian Mother: "A man who goes with a divorced woman with children is a loser and a parasite."
Daughter: "MA, I don't want to argue; should I bring over the kids or not?"
Italian Mother: "Poor childre' with sucha mother."
Daughter: "Such a what?"
Italian Mother: "With no stability. No wonder you usband left you."
Daughter: "ENOUGH MA!!!"
Italian Mother: "Don' scream at me. You probably scream at the loser too!"
Daughter: "Great MA, Now you're worried about the loser?"
Italian Mother: "Ah, so you see he is a loser and I spota him
straightaway."
Daughter: "Goodbye, mother."
Italian Mother: "Wait! Wait! Don' ang up! When are you bring them
over? "
Daughter: "I'm not bringing them over! I'm not going out!"
Italian Mother: "If you never go out, how you expect to meet anyone?
Really that bad?Phone Call: Italian Mother: "Allo?"
Daughter: "Hi Ma. Can I leave the kids with you tonight?"
Italian Mother: "You're going out?"
Daughter: "Yes."
Italian Mother: "Who you go out with?"
Daughter: "With a friend."
Italian Mother: "I don' know why you lefta your usband. He is sucha gooda man."
Daughter: "MA, I didn't leave him. He left me!"
Italian Mother: "You let hima leave you, and now you go out with
anybodies and nobodies."
Daughter: "MA, I do not go out with anybody. Can I bring over the kids?"
Italian Mother: "I never leava you to go out with anybody essept your father."
Daughter: "There are lots of things that you did and I don't."
Italian Mother: "What are you say?"
Daughter: "Nothing, I just want to know if I can bring the kids over tonight.."
Italian Mother: "You go anna stay the night with him? Whata your
usband say if he find out?"
Daughter: "MA its My EX husband. I don't think he would be bothered. From the day he left me, he probably never slept alone!"
Italian Mother: "So you go sleep over at thisa loser's place?"
Daughter: "MOM, He's not a loser."
Italian Mother: "A man who goes with a divorced woman with children is a loser and a parasite."
Daughter: "MA, I don't want to argue; should I bring over the kids or not?"
Italian Mother: "Poor childre' with sucha mother."
Daughter: "Such a what?"
Italian Mother: "With no stability. No wonder you usband left you."
Daughter: "ENOUGH MA!!!"
Italian Mother: "Don' scream at me. You probably scream at the loser too!"
Daughter: "Great MA, Now you're worried about the loser?"
Italian Mother: "Ah, so you see he is a loser and I spota him
straightaway."
Daughter: "Goodbye, mother."
Italian Mother: "Wait! Wait! Don' ang up! When are you bring them
over? "
Daughter: "I'm not bringing them over! I'm not going out!"
Italian Mother: "If you never go out, how you expect to meet anyone?
Many years ago I sold cars for a short while at a main dealership.Could write a book about someof the shennanigans I had to put up with.Here,s a taster.
Woman:Hello,I,m interested in the 146 TS.
Me:ok,we,ve got four;a blue one,a red one,a black one and a green one,there they are just out on the front.
Woman:Well blue is a big no no,my huisband doesn,t like blue.
I don,t want a red one,I had an accident in a red car once so I don,t really like red.
Black is out of the question too, too much like a funeral car,very depressing.
As for green,well everybody knows green is bad luck.
Me:Ok madam then I,m sorry there,s nothing I can do for you,they are all we,ve got.
Woman:Well let,s have a look at them close up anyway.
We go outside to the four cars in a line.
Me:Well madam,as you can see this is the blue one....
Woman:No,no,no,I told you before inside,my husband doesn,t like blue!
Me:Yes,of course you did madam,silly me....and this here is the red one....
Woman: Oh dear,you really weren,t listening to me when we were inside at your desk, were you !
At this point I did what all professional car salesmen do when dealing with a lunatic,pass the enquiry on to your worst enemy workmate... Peed myself laughin from the sidelines as I watched a cocky new recruit have his brain melted by this mad woman.
Woman:Hello,I,m interested in the 146 TS.
Me:ok,we,ve got four;a blue one,a red one,a black one and a green one,there they are just out on the front.
Woman:Well blue is a big no no,my huisband doesn,t like blue.
I don,t want a red one,I had an accident in a red car once so I don,t really like red.
Black is out of the question too, too much like a funeral car,very depressing.
As for green,well everybody knows green is bad luck.
Me:Ok madam then I,m sorry there,s nothing I can do for you,they are all we,ve got.
Woman:Well let,s have a look at them close up anyway.
We go outside to the four cars in a line.
Me:Well madam,as you can see this is the blue one....
Woman:No,no,no,I told you before inside,my husband doesn,t like blue!
Me:Yes,of course you did madam,silly me....and this here is the red one....
Woman: Oh dear,you really weren,t listening to me when we were inside at your desk, were you !
At this point I did what all professional car salesmen do when dealing with a lunatic,pass the enquiry on to your worst enemy workmate...
Peed myself laughin from the sidelines as I watched a cocky new recruit have his brain melted by this mad woman.Elley: Many years ago I sold cars for a short while at a main dealership.Could write a book about someof the shennanigans I had to put up with.Here,s a taster.
Woman:Hello,I,m interested in the 146 TS.
Me:ok,we,ve got four;a blue one,a red one,a black one and a green one,there they are just out on the front.
Woman:Well blue is a big no no,my huisband doesn,t like blue.
I don,t want a red one,I had an accident in a red car once so I don,t really like red.
Black is out of the question too, too much like a funeral car,very depressing.
As for green,well everybody knows green is bad luck.
Me:Ok madam then I,m sorry there,s nothing I can do for you,they are all we,ve got.
Woman:Well let,s have a look at them close up anyway.
We go outside to the four cars in a line.
Me:Well madam,as you can see this is the blue one....
Woman:No,no,no,I told you before inside,my husband doesn,t like blue!
Me:Yes,of course you did madam,silly me....and this here is the red one....
Woman: Oh dear,you really weren,t listening to me when we were inside at your desk, were you !
At this point I did what all professional car salesmen do when dealing with a lunatic,pass the enquiry on to your worst enemy workmate... Peed myself laughin from the sidelines as I watched a cocky new recruit have his brain melted by this mad woman.
Woman:Hello,I,m interested in the 146 TS.
Me:ok,we,ve got four;a blue one,a red one,a black one and a green one,there they are just out on the front.
Woman:Well blue is a big no no,my huisband doesn,t like blue.
I don,t want a red one,I had an accident in a red car once so I don,t really like red.
Black is out of the question too, too much like a funeral car,very depressing.
As for green,well everybody knows green is bad luck.
Me:Ok madam then I,m sorry there,s nothing I can do for you,they are all we,ve got.
Woman:Well let,s have a look at them close up anyway.
We go outside to the four cars in a line.
Me:Well madam,as you can see this is the blue one....
Woman:No,no,no,I told you before inside,my husband doesn,t like blue!
Me:Yes,of course you did madam,silly me....and this here is the red one....
Woman: Oh dear,you really weren,t listening to me when we were inside at your desk, were you !
At this point I did what all professional car salesmen do when dealing with a lunatic,pass the enquiry on to your worst enemy workmate... Peed myself laughin from the sidelines as I watched a cocky new recruit have his brain melted by this mad woman.
Ahhh, what a nightmare!!!
So you would know exactly what it would be like in an Italian family!!!
Conrad73: Really that bad?
Yes, and sometimes it was even worse!
smoky: Ahhh you see? Mama, she knows a every ting and she knows best!
Hi smoky, that's exactly what my mother still says!
venere08: Yes, and sometimes it was even worse!
And the Italian men are no better !
Englishman55: And the Italian men are no better !
So exactly where in Italia are you situated
That is hilarious.
My mom is like that. My mother lives downstairs from me. She will call up at night. 'Goodnight'. Sometimes I won't hear, or just won't answer right away (just to drive her mad). She will repeat louder 'Goodnight!'....When I finally do answer her. She will scream even louder 'What are you doing up still? GO TO BED!'.....
Gotta love em...
Okay, back to sleep. Bye Ven
My mom is like that. My mother lives downstairs from me. She will call up at night. 'Goodnight'. Sometimes I won't hear, or just won't answer right away (just to drive her mad). She will repeat louder 'Goodnight!'....When I finally do answer her. She will scream even louder 'What are you doing up still? GO TO BED!'.....
Gotta love em...
Okay, back to sleep. Bye Ven
immanuelle: That is hilarious.
My mom is like that. My mother lives downstairs from me. She will call up at night. 'Goodnight'. Sometimes I won't hear, or just won't answer right away (just to drive her mad). She will repeat louder 'Goodnight!'....When I finally do answer her. She will scream even louder 'What are you doing up still? GO TO BED!'.....
Gotta love em...
Okay, back to sleep. Bye Ven
My mom is like that. My mother lives downstairs from me. She will call up at night. 'Goodnight'. Sometimes I won't hear, or just won't answer right away (just to drive her mad). She will repeat louder 'Goodnight!'....When I finally do answer her. She will scream even louder 'What are you doing up still? GO TO BED!'.....
Gotta love em...
Okay, back to sleep. Bye Ven
Oh, dear, you too,Imma!!
As you know, I went to Italy (and the U.S.) recently for 4 weeks alltold. To avoid months of guilt-riddled comments from my mother, I told everyone else but my parents. Mind you, I hadn't made the final decision until 4 weeks before due date, but still...not how I like to do things. Anyway, suddenly it was almost time for me to leave, and I still hadn't told my parents, (tho' I know my brothers would have blabbed)mainly because by now, I just felt so embarrassed that I'd left it so late.
So, one evening about a week before I was due to leave, I told them. My mother starts off being dutifully agreeable. I thought, whew, what was I worried about?. Not so. It was short lived.
It went something like this, (translated from Italian)...
Mother: That's nice that you're going to Italy, nothing wrong
with that. It's up to you.(shrugs shoulders...uh, oh!)
Me: Yes, as I said, I wasn't sure until a short time ago that I
was definitely going. I was going to postpone it as I said,
but anyway, I'm going and I'm looking forward to it.
Mother: Only one thing though...
Me: What's that?
Mother: You could have waited til Sebasstian(my son) was
'sistimate'. (usual translation = married off!).
Me: What? Wait til he gets married?
Mother: No, you could have gone after he moved into his own home.
Me: But that's not until March next year! What's the difference?
Mother: He works, and he will come home to an empty
house. No meal ready, and who will do his washing?
Me: Hey, I work, too. No-one does those things for me. He is
perfectly capable. I've just bought a brand new washing
machine. He just presses buttons. And he's nearly 24!
Mother: You are selfish! (she said this in English!)
Me: What? How am I selfish? I'm always working, and I'm the one
who normally does everything.
Mother: He works really long hours. What do you expect?
Me: I work long hours too (I'd have more time if I got off
CS!!!)Besides, when I get back, a week later he is going off
to London and Italy for nearly three weeks! I will be alone
then, and he hasn't a problem with that.
Mother: Silence. She turned her head away and looked towards the
ceiling, and then the wall, as if to say, "What's logic
got to do with this?"
I went home all wound up, and so thankful I had spared myself all these months of having to put up with all that tripe!
Anyway, now I need a strong espresso coffee or two!
What better place, than at my mother's. Better give her a call!
sunset73: This is hilarious
Yes, it's a laugh a minute being Italian!
venere08: Oh, dear, you too,Imma!!
As you know, I went to Italy (and the U.S.) recently for 4 weeks alltold. To avoid months of guilt-riddled comments from my mother, I told everyone else but my parents. Mind you, I hadn't made the final decision until 4 weeks before due date, but still...not how I like to do things. Anyway, suddenly it was almost time for me to leave, and I still hadn't told my parents, (tho' I know my brothers would have blabbed)mainly because by now, I just felt so embarrassed that I'd left it so late.
So, one evening about a week before I was due to leave, I told them. My mother starts off being dutifully agreeable. I thought, whew, what was I worried about?. Not so. It was short lived.
It went something like this, (translated from Italian)...
Mother: That's nice that you're going to Italy, nothing wrong
with that. It's up to you.(shrugs shoulders...uh, oh!)
Me: Yes, as I said, I wasn't sure until a short time ago that I
was definitely going. I was going to postpone it as I said,
but anyway, I'm going and I'm looking forward to it.
Mother: Only one thing though...
Me: What's that?
Mother: You could have waited til Sebasstian(my son) was
'sistimate'. (usual translation = married off!).
Me: What? Wait til he gets married?
Mother: No, you could have gone after he moved into his own home.
Me: But that's not until March next year! What's the difference?
Mother: He works, and he will come home to an empty
house. No meal ready, and who will do his washing?
Me: Hey, I work, too. No-one does those things for me. He is
perfectly capable. I've just bought a brand new washing
machine. He just presses buttons. And he's nearly 24!
Mother: You are selfish! (she said this in English!)
Me: What? How am I selfish? I'm always working, and I'm the one
who normally does everything.
Mother: He works really long hours. What do you expect?
Me: I work long hours too (I'd have more time if I got off
CS!!!)Besides, when I get back, a week later he is going off
to London and Italy for nearly three weeks! I will be alone
then, and he hasn't a problem with that.
Mother: Silence. She turned her head away and looked towards the
ceiling, and then the wall, as if to say, "What's logic
got to do with this?"
I went home all wound up, and so thankful I had spared myself all these months of having to put up with all that tripe!
Anyway, now I need a strong espresso coffee or two!
What better place, than at my mother's. Better give her a call!
As you know, I went to Italy (and the U.S.) recently for 4 weeks alltold. To avoid months of guilt-riddled comments from my mother, I told everyone else but my parents. Mind you, I hadn't made the final decision until 4 weeks before due date, but still...not how I like to do things. Anyway, suddenly it was almost time for me to leave, and I still hadn't told my parents, (tho' I know my brothers would have blabbed)mainly because by now, I just felt so embarrassed that I'd left it so late.
So, one evening about a week before I was due to leave, I told them. My mother starts off being dutifully agreeable. I thought, whew, what was I worried about?. Not so. It was short lived.
It went something like this, (translated from Italian)...
Mother: That's nice that you're going to Italy, nothing wrong
with that. It's up to you.(shrugs shoulders...uh, oh!)
Me: Yes, as I said, I wasn't sure until a short time ago that I
was definitely going. I was going to postpone it as I said,
but anyway, I'm going and I'm looking forward to it.
Mother: Only one thing though...
Me: What's that?
Mother: You could have waited til Sebasstian(my son) was
'sistimate'. (usual translation = married off!).
Me: What? Wait til he gets married?
Mother: No, you could have gone after he moved into his own home.
Me: But that's not until March next year! What's the difference?
Mother: He works, and he will come home to an empty
house. No meal ready, and who will do his washing?
Me: Hey, I work, too. No-one does those things for me. He is
perfectly capable. I've just bought a brand new washing
machine. He just presses buttons. And he's nearly 24!
Mother: You are selfish! (she said this in English!)
Me: What? How am I selfish? I'm always working, and I'm the one
who normally does everything.
Mother: He works really long hours. What do you expect?
Me: I work long hours too (I'd have more time if I got off
CS!!!)Besides, when I get back, a week later he is going off
to London and Italy for nearly three weeks! I will be alone
then, and he hasn't a problem with that.
Mother: Silence. She turned her head away and looked towards the
ceiling, and then the wall, as if to say, "What's logic
got to do with this?"
I went home all wound up, and so thankful I had spared myself all these months of having to put up with all that tripe!
Anyway, now I need a strong espresso coffee or two!
What better place, than at my mother's. Better give her a call!
Fully understand....been there and sure that I will be there many more times. My mum has the same mentality....on both my son who, by the way, is 30 years not 30 months old and 'the find yourself a man' situation of your friend!!
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Phone Call:
Italian Mother: "Allo?"
Daughter: "Hi Ma. Can I leave the kids with you tonight?"
Italian Mother: "You're going out?"
Daughter: "Yes."
Italian Mother: "Who you go out with?"
Daughter: "With a friend."
Italian Mother: "I don' know why you lefta your usband. He is sucha gooda man."
Daughter: "MA, I didn't leave him. He left me!"
Italian Mother: "You let hima leave you, and now you go out with
anybodies and nobodies."
Daughter: "MA, I do not go out with anybody. Can I bring over the kids?"
Italian Mother: "I never leava you to go out with anybody essept your father."
Daughter: "There are lots of things that you did and I don't."
Italian Mother: "What are you say?"
Daughter: "Nothing, I just want to know if I can bring the kids over tonight.."
Italian Mother: "You go anna stay the night with him? Whata your
usband say if he find out?"
Daughter: "MA its My EX husband. I don't think he would be bothered. From the day he left me, he probably never slept alone!"
Italian Mother: "So you go sleep over at thisa loser's place?"
Daughter: "MOM, He's not a loser."
Italian Mother: "A man who goes with a divorced woman with children is a loser and a parasite."
Daughter: "MA, I don't want to argue; should I bring over the kids or not?"
Italian Mother: "Poor childre' with sucha mother."
Daughter: "Such a what?"
Italian Mother: "With no stability. No wonder you usband left you."
Daughter: "ENOUGH MA!!!"
Italian Mother: "Don' scream at me. You probably scream at the loser too!"
Daughter: "Great MA, Now you're worried about the loser?"
Italian Mother: "Ah, so you see he is a loser and I spota him
straightaway."
Daughter: "Goodbye, mother."
Italian Mother: "Wait! Wait! Don' ang up! When are you bring them
over? "
Daughter: "I'm not bringing them over! I'm not going out!"
Italian Mother: "If you never go out, how you expect to meet anyone?