Tuesday, December 01, 2015

BARBIE taught me how to DREAM!


When I turned 5, ALL I WANTED was a Shirley Temple Doll...  
Grammy Mim searched the blooming town for one, but came up empty handed.  
In hopes of appeasing me, she "settled" on a new Doll in Town... BARBIE

 I will forever be grateful for that turn of events...
My Tiny Tears went into storage.
Barbie and I became inseparable... the Best Best Friend I could ask for!

She didn't judge... didn't argue... could see Ken whenever she wanted, but didn't NEED him... Barbie could DO or BE ANYTHING!

I didn't care about her boobs... in fact, Skipper caused me more
trauma with her perfectly straight hair!

Barbie was happy living in a cardboard house, with cardboard furniture and cardboard albums...  

She drove a cool pink plastic convertible,
and had a wardrobe of handmade clothing 
(many of them matching my handmade dresses). 

I lived out my fantasies through Barbie... dreamed of all the things I would do when I grew up.  When my baby cousin chewed her hand, I pretended she had an encounter with a lion while on Safari in Africa! 

Sometimes it involved Ken, but she usually preferred to be alone... just like me.  
You see... we moved a LOT.  Oregon, California, Texas, back to Cali and Oregon... 
I attended TEN different schools while my dad pursued his acting career. (Yes, I said TEN!)
I didn't live anywhere long enough to establish those long-term bonds...
My ONE CONSTANT was BARBIE... and she never let me down.

Apparently, that was the vision of the original creator of the Barbie Doll:

"My whole philosophy of Barbie was that, through the doll, the girl could be anything she wanted to be. Barbie always represented the fact that a woman has choices. "
Ruth Handler - Barbie Creator


I received flack from my peers by encouraging my own daughters' love of Barbie Dolls.
They believed it would cause distorted body images...
but I know better...   

Barbie taught me to DREAM...  the gift that kept on giving! 
(Thank you Grammy Mim!)

2015 Barbie Ad Campaign is a WINNER

Dream on...












Sunday, February 15, 2015

Get HEPPP to the symptoms of a Heart Attack!


I hate Valentine's Day - but I LOVE Rosie O'Donnell!

Why do I love her?  She is HONEST - that's why.

Her HBO special was on last night. 
I laughed and cried as she spoke about her  
"Spawn of Satan" teenage children... 
her "Lipstick Lesbian" wife... 
and her latest adventure - a Heart Attack.

The kind of heart attack she had is called 
"THE WIDOW MAKER" - but she survived!

She believes the reason she is ALIVE 
is to use her "public voice" to share this information with us!

Here is a clip from "The View" 
Did you know Heart Attacks kill more women than 
ALL THE CANCERS COMBINED!


Rosie O'Donnell Heart Attack Song!

Come on - SING WITH ME!

Get H.E.P.P.P!

Hot... Exhausted... Pain - Pale - Puke.... say what?

Thanks Rosie!
Call me...



Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Something's Coming...


This month marks an important anniversary for me...
Four years ago I started on my SOUL RE-BOOTING adventure...
Into a world of LIGHT and HAPPINESS... 
out of the DARKNESS of addiction...

Celebrating a wedding anniversary seemed lame to me - 
but THIS anniversary was something I WORKED HARD FOR!

How should I celebrate this occasion?


Sounds so simple... but what really makes me happy?

A long time ago, in a living room far, far away lived a left handed grandmother, 
with a very talkative granddaughter ...  

She gave her a shiny new crochet hook to keep her quiet...
and the rest is history...

THAT memory... in THAT living room with my grandmother, 
is where I felt the MOST LOVED and the MOST HAPPY!

What makes YOU HAPPY?
Try to remember... before the kids...
When you had time to dream...

JUST DO IT...  be HAPPY... be CALM... be at PEACE...

And remember...
A shiny new crochet hook makes everything better!

Call me,


Sunday, March 16, 2014

30 Years... impossible!

In front of my grandmother's fireplace... the only place I ever dreamed of being married...
Thirty years ago today, I took the leap from 29-Year-Old-Single-White-Party-Girl.... 
to Married-with-Stepsons... and pregnant soon thereafter!
It has been quite a journey... but as everyone calls and writes to "congratulate" us, I wonder.... 
WHY are they CONGRATULATING us?  What have we done that is so special?

I feel awkward celebrating something I didn't DO... we simply survived!
Busy-mommy-syndrome kept me in a whirlwind state for many years... while my husband traveled a LOT.  He made the money to pay the bills... and I took care of everything else.
Our marriage is traditional in that sense... probably the ONLY traditional sense!

Would it have been easier to LEAVE at times?  That is a subjective question... easier for WHOM?  
I would have had to go back to work full-time to support myself... the kids would have been devastated... sometimes staying was just easier... but we stayed nonetheless... 

I think it was the right decision... but is it worthy of congratulations?  Maybe so...


I was scared and confused a few weeks before our wedding... questioning my decision... wondering if I had made the right choice.  My father and I talked for hours about it.  He said, "Picture yourself  30 years from now... what are you doing?  Who is sitting beside you?"

That question caught me off guard... but I closed my eyes and tried to envision it.  It was an extremely vivid image that came into my mind.  I was sitting on a chair in my back yard, overlooking some sort of mountain view... sipping my tea, and crocheting something or other.  Then in my mind's eye, I turned to my side, and saw Marcel... sipping his drink... smoking a cigar... and we quietly watched the sun go down.

Flash forward 30 years...  I live on the side of a mountain...Marcel sits outside every night and watches the sun go down, while sipping on his Papa's Pilar Rum, and smoking a stogie...  I often join him... crocheting something or other... almost the EXACT image I had that day with my father... 

So as we sit by our pool... and he smokes his stogies...  I realize...
We love each other in our own way... it's nobody's business but out own... and it seems to work.


Our "Wedding March" is my absolute favorite Chopin Etude... and still makes me cry...




Call me... but wait till the music is over...








Monday, December 30, 2013

Shine On...

Last January, MY SHINE PROJECT's Ashley challenged her readers to meet 100 people.
She called it simply, THE 100 PEOPLE PROJECT  .
I have always been chatty with strangers (much to the chagrin of my children) so I didn't intend on actually participating... but something started happening this year... I feel HAPPY... and have been walking around with a smile on my face.  Maybe that's the reason that quite unintentionally,  this challenge found ME...


I may or may not have hit 100... I've lost count... 
but here are three that stand out in my memory:

The Girl with Pink Hair
She was in front of me in line at Walgreen's.  I could see the "looks" people were giving her.  I told her I liked it, and was in AWE of her bravery... which was apparently what she needed at that exact moment.  We chatted for awhile... I listened and learned... and have a new friend in my phone list, 
who is encouraging me to be BRAVE!

Frazzled Mommy
I noticed her at Safeway - completely crazed - I offered to help.  
I pushed the cart with her newborn, while she gathered up her football-in-the-isle twin boys.  We chatted a little longer... (until I saw she was breathing normally)... and as we hugged good-bye, I assured her the twins would be the light of her life someday... I know from experience!  

Scary Gothic Girl
You know the kind...  and don't pretend you don't stare.
She was digging through her purse, not finding the money she thought was there... then asked the clerk to borrow the phone.  The employee told her it was not allowed!  She swore some lovely phrases as she stormed out.  Something told me to follow her to her car, where she was just sitting, staring into space.  I handed her $10 and offered the use of my cell phone.   This "scary gothic girl" hugged me and cried... because now she could put some gas in her car, and notify the daycare that she would be a few minutes late... to pick up her son... 

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It's not as hard as you may think... and more rewarding than you can imagine...
Start with a smile and HELLO... you will be amazed at the reactions you get! 
Some are grateful... others look at you like you're crazy!
You don't have to "make friends" and hang out every weekend!
You don't have to (you shouldn't - and I never usually) offer rides...
Just listen... open your heart... and keep smiling!
You never know what a difference you can make...



I am reminded of a song we teach in Primary...
I am like a star shining brightly... 
smiling for the whole world to see...

Thank you for challenging me, Ashley!


NOTE TO SELF:  Be Friendly, NOT Flirty!  Yikes...

 



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