Thursday, January 28, 2010

My Italian Heritage is Showing

Last night I was on Facebook for a little while and came across a quiz I wanted to take. I tend to avoid those quizzes, but this one sort of "spoke" to me, so I thought I would give it a shot.

"How Italian Are You?"

It really wasn't that difficult and I scored well enough to earn this ranking: EXTREMELY ITALIAN!!

Okay, so not a big surprise, but what I really wanted to know is if I got any questions wrong. Unfortunately, they don't tell you that. And if you're a good guesser, you could probably do well on any of those Facebook quizzes because they're multiple choice, but I was still proud of the ranking I earned.

Fast forward to this morning. We had a 2 hour delay to the start of school, because it snowed a little last night, and there is still some ice under the snow. I didn't leave for work until about 8:45, and as I left I noticed that my sister-in-law's garage door was open and her car was still there. I thought that was a little odd, as she usually leaves for work around 7.

As I continued down the road, I gave her a call on the car phone.

(We have OnStar and I absolutely LOVE it! The hands-free calling is so much safer than trying to drive while punching little buttons on a cell phone. And for the record, I don't use my cell phone while driving. I think it's way too dangerous.)

So when Patty answered, I asked if everything was okay because I saw that she hadn't gone to work. She explained that one of her cats was having some issues, so she was taking her to the vet and would go to work after that. We were talking as I was driving to work, and about half way there I noticed that my hands and arms were moving all around. At one point, I even took both hands off the steering wheel! Other people on the roads probably thought I was crazy.

I tried to stop using my hands while I talked.

I couldn't. It was impossible.

I talk with my hands. And I'm extremely italian.

Yep, that's me.


Paulie said...

Good grief! You better not use that system to make calls again either! That sounds terribly dangerous. Here in our town, a teacher was killed because a kid in a car used a cell phone and ran the teacher's bike down. It was on the news as the first known death as a result of using a cell phone while driving.

I can see why you wanted to call your SIL but pull over! Forget the GPS and use your cell on the side of the road. I don't care how Italian you are. End of sermon.

Monica said...

Ahh the curse of being Italian! My husband says that I would not be able to speak without the use of my hands. Goofball.

My family names are Faulisi and DeBenedetto, think I may be a little Italian? Too bad my married name is German.