I love this picture so much every time you post it. And I love how you show the world that we Jews can argue with anyone, even our dead relatives whom we really love. <3
When I was about 12, I got into an intense fight (fists and a pipe) with a neighbor kid who also was Irish. He hurt me bad, but I ended up kicking his ass. Really kicking his ass.
So, his Mom, an Irish immigrant, came to our door to complain, “Your Terry beat up my Bernie!”
And in response to that, and to every other thing that woman said, our Mom said this, “It’s between the boys, Lilly. It’s between the boys.
I broke both arms in a bike accident while going to piano lessons. Before going to the ER I was sitting on my parents bed with icepacks on both wrists. Upon arriving home my mom saw me there and said "what the fuck's the matter with you?" It was rarely directed at me but her language could be spicy.
On another note, anyone know of alternative spellings for "fakokta?" I hear and use the word but it just comes out, I never really thought about it. There was a drink in college called a "fugowee." It was made with four kinds of alcohol and after one or two the imbibee was asking "where the fuck are we" or the slurred version "figowee?"
I love this picture so much every time you post it. And I love how you show the world that we Jews can argue with anyone, even our dead relatives whom we really love. <3
Death changes everything but the relationship.
Oh, moms where would we be without them and therapy bills?
They did their best 👌
All joking aside, many of them tried to do exactly that -- as we are doing now with our kids.
"Why must you make everything from the shit?"
When I was about 12, I got into an intense fight (fists and a pipe) with a neighbor kid who also was Irish. He hurt me bad, but I ended up kicking his ass. Really kicking his ass.
So, his Mom, an Irish immigrant, came to our door to complain, “Your Terry beat up my Bernie!”
And in response to that, and to every other thing that woman said, our Mom said this, “It’s between the boys, Lilly. It’s between the boys.
Such an appealing parenting technique.
Wow, that’s some argument to have with your dead mother. Can only imagine what they were like when she was alive!
They were priceless, long, and always filled with laughs and love.
Brilliant. Awake and Sing.
A Clifford Odets reference! Nice
First play I saw in London in 71. Amazing playwright.
"I'm gonna lay you out!"
It's stuff like that where size matters.
Beautifully funny.
That's a damn done memory!
She sounds like the perfect foil for Jack.
"I'm gonna lay you out." Nice Mom talk and very funny!
My mother once told me to "Fuck Off." We had a good relationship
I broke both arms in a bike accident while going to piano lessons. Before going to the ER I was sitting on my parents bed with icepacks on both wrists. Upon arriving home my mom saw me there and said "what the fuck's the matter with you?" It was rarely directed at me but her language could be spicy.
The “bit of the sht in you” takes Mothers Day off.
You remember that? Very impressive. I don't know if it takes the day off, but I do try to turn in on low.
I should be so lucky to have memories like this one, Barry.
I wish you had to. As I know you know, it helps on days you find yourself missing them.
On another note, anyone know of alternative spellings for "fakokta?" I hear and use the word but it just comes out, I never really thought about it. There was a drink in college called a "fugowee." It was made with four kinds of alcohol and after one or two the imbibee was asking "where the fuck are we" or the slurred version "figowee?"
I think in Italian in "focaccia." (Or maybe not)
Oh, and it was seven years before Facebook became available to the public. 2006.