i enjoy being a girl

i was parked in the barnes & noble parking lot this morning, after my back-and-forth, back-and-forth shuttle around cary shlepping 2 kids to 2 different schools then picking up my happy pills at cvs...when i made a marvelous discovery:  stashed in the dark depths of the between-the-seats car stash thingy, (console? is that the word??) was a whole plethora, a PLETHORA, i tell you (love that word!) of various cosmetic yum-yums!  All this fun make-up that i forgot i had, like finding five dollars worth of coins shoved inside the sofa cushions, along with stale moldy pretzel crumbs and other nasties, only better!  So of course i then proceed to make-up my completely bare, unshowered face with these goodies, even though i'm only going to "run in and out, real quick" through the bookstore, (#saidnooneever, #threehourslater) while wearing yesterday's tea-stained sweat shorts and a wrong shade of blue sweatshirt and no i don't mind a bit.  When i stop to question the absurdity of a woman my age finding such glee in something as silly as a potful of forgotten cosmetics, i am transported back to a time when i was in fifth grade, and for my grandmother's 80th birthday party, i was chosen (by my mother) to sing a solo, as the party included a talent show featuring several of us grandchildren from her 4 adult children present.  The song i sang is one that i can still sing by heart today, a song orignally sung by the actress Doris Day, many years ago.  It goes a little something like this: (i was lazy and copy-pasted the lyrics)

 

                                    I Enjoy Being a Girl

I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind of swivelly and swervy.

I adore being dressed in something frilly
When my date comes to get me at my place.
Out I go with my Joe or John or Billy,
Like a filly who is ready for the race!

When I have a brand new hairdo
With my eyelashes all in curl,
I float as the clouds on air do,
I enjoy being a girl!

When men say I'm cute and funny
And my teeth aren't teeth, but pearl,
I just lap it up like honey
I enjoy being a girl!

I flip when a fellow sends me flowers,
I drool over dresses made of lace,
I talk on the telephone for hours
With a pound and a half of cream upon my face!

I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl like me.

(see the video of original song from movie, here:)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=QjWn-ueeeLw

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(ok, now my font is all messed up, oh well.)

It was fun singing it, as my mom accompanied me on the piano, except for the fact that  my 2 older brothers and older cousin were sitting in the back row, snickering, poking fun, giggling & practically guffawing at me the whole time!  grrrrr...

anyhow, that has absolutely nothing to do with anything.  just felt like sharing. one of those girly things. i'm not much of a girly-girl, never have been, not one of those "oh i feel so naked without my eyeliner" kind of people.  Life is much bigger and more important than driving all over town looking for the perfect eyeshadow to match my outfit.  still, now & then, it's just fun to play dress-up.   guys you wouldn't understand.  

one day i might even find a way to work that idea into a book. maybe. this is just where i throw up my ideas (sort of literally, yet not the graphic vomit thought you might be thinking).   yes, one day i will get my thoughts organized and put them into a book.  Reading this book i found at barnes & noble might help:

                                                                 Ciao for now!

inequality

having someone to
flatter you, take care of you,"validate" you, create an image with, pay the rent,
and control you
is not the same as,
unequal to
having someone to
cherish, enjoy, have fun with, call "honey" or some other term of endearment, dream about, think about when a romantic song comes on, miss when they're away, want to look good for, cuddle with, partner with.
not the same. not.

Pop quiz

What's wrong with these pictures? ?

Dimly

Today i see dimly
As through a glass
But one day
I will be free

I love them
To death
But i just want to be old
To be free
And alone
Finally
Free.

helpful hint (DO NOT!!)

helpful hint:  if you happen to share a kitchen with another adult, you will save yourself some misery (and a broken nose) if you follow this one important helpful hint:
DO NOT, under ANY circumstances, DO NOT attempt to change your roommate's carefully-planned, highly-tuned system of organizing the shelf of plastic leftover containers. DO NOT. NOT. DO NOT try to shove all the pots & pans in there and move the plastic sandwich meat containers elsewhere when person A is at work and go on with life, humming zip-a-dee-doo-dah- as if nothing's happened.  DO NOT!  just sayin. ahhh, (deep breath) there. i'm ok now.

could be worse

things could be worse.
much worse.
sure, my situation isn't good. it's disappointing. unfortunate.
but it could be worse.
i could be in this same situation,
but..
still be thinking that it was all i was good enough for,
that i didn't deserve anything better,
that it was caused my own badness and inequality with those other wonderful people who had such happier, glorious, more boastworthy lives than i.
but no
that's not true
not anymore.
instead i know
that i have been wonderfully made
by my Creator
i am capable of great things
i am loved, so loved by my God
that He gave it all for me.
He knows my every thought
He counts my every hair
He gives me talents, gifts, a quirky personality
not just for my own enjoyment
but to reflect His own creativity
and to draw out the good qualities in others
as they complement my own to create wonderful balance
in relationships, in work, in life
(we are all like this, but i'm just speaking for myself right now)
yes things could be worse
but like the man in that movie,
i forget the name,
the man who is sent with his young son
to a concentration camp somewhere in Nazi-led Germany in the 1940's,
but instead of mourning their horrible existence
he finds joy, somehow, using his creative mind
making up stories and fictional scenarios
sharing these glimpses of light
with his son to cheer him up
despite the grimness, the horrors surrounding them.
no my situation isn't a concentration camp
but i can take on that same type of human spirit
to be positive through hard times
to put my faith in the Holy Spirit of Christ
which lives in me
to find the good
to fan those good things into a warm flame inside my heart
that perseveres
even through sadness
through disappointment
through hopes deferred
i will know that there is joy
in leaving something of beauty
of goodness, of love
with this world
once i am gone.

Crazy Train body combat (part 2!)

So here it is, don't laugh, my first attempt at a Body Combat instructional video.  Just a little practice, in case I one day decide to become a Certified Les Mills Body Combat instructor and need to submit instruction videos for my certification.

ha, ha, definitely would not be submitting this video, this was just for fun.  It's been many years since I used to be a teacher, a dance teacher or school teacher, and I think I kind of miss it, but it is a lot of work.  Teachers of any kind are held to such stricter standards, easily judged by their students.  Gotta know your stuff.  So I've got a lot to learn.

But, without further ado, here it is.  Join in, if you want, and together we'll be "Going off the rails on this Crazy Train!!!!!!!"    hiiiii-yahhhh!!!!!!

p.s. enjoy the silly antics of my suddenly spastic, photo-bombing cats!!  sprinting back & forth and sliding down the weight bench like they're at the kitty playground, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!