All aboard Flight 2015

I found this on a post a few years ago and thought it fitting to change a few words and use it.

All Aboard for Flight 2015

Preparing to take off for the New Year.

Please make sure your attitudes and good will are secured and locked in, in the upright position.

All self destructive devices should be turned off at this time

All pain and negative thoughts as well as any discouragement should be put away.

As you see the nearest exits, please leave 2014 behind.

And as we come through the isles we will be serving best wishes and prosperity throughout the New Year.

Should at any time we lose altitude under pressure during our flight, reach above and pull down the Positive Thinking mask.

Positive Thoughts will then be activated.

Once activated, you can assist the other passengers during our flight.

This is your Captain speaking; all doors closed and ready for take off..

Destination--------- All great things..

Thank you.. Enjoy.. 

Listen = Saving a friend

When people are hurting or unhappy, why can we not, (me included) take time out and sit down to let them talk or cry or whatever they need to do.

 I have(had) a friend that was so unhappy with his life and wanted to make a change but didn't know because of his illness of how to do this without backlash. He wanted to be free of all the responsibilities that were at his feet.  He loved his family and yet longed for another life.

Pressures from his family and company and I am not innocent in this either.. I pushed for him to make these changes before he became to ill. All he wanted was to find happiness, he craved happiness. 

It's so sad how much he was suffering and most was ignored, but I tried , but didn't do enough to save him.  He deserved to have the life he wanted without fear, repercussions and hate.  With all his sadness, he begged for death ... question ... did anyone else that knew him, hear his cries, did you care?  This man was a good man, a good friend and I know I will miss him .. our talks we shared were not always easy and not always pleasant but they needed to be said and shared, it helped. I honestly do not think that anyone had ever let him just be him and ask him instead of ask of him. I miss those times of him popping in just to say hello. I miss the Merry Christmas or the times he would come on and recite his speech before his company's party or him getting ready for tax season, touchy subject... All these times and years were special, are special to my memory and my heart. But, did those that were there know or care enough to help??

I can go on and on about this but it's too late for my sweet, wonderful friend.. He's gone and now my life is forever changed.. no more asking how the day is going. or are you okay... or i enjoy our talks or ..we will talk later.. that later will never come again. 

So, let us not ignore those in pain and hurting deeply, give one moment of your time and listen.... listen to them. You never know if that could be all they need. 

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My Takes on the song--- Let It Snow

My little song of Let It Snow..... Enjoy

The weather outside is frosty
but the fire is warm and toasty
and since i've no place to go
let it snow let it snow let it snow

It shows some signs of icing
and I have a cake for slicing
I will turn the lights way down low
and watch the tree all a glow

My fire is slowly dying
and if i said i cared, i'm lying
cause i've got no place to go
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

I've had lots of egg nog and it's tasty
So I don't mind the roads being nasty
As long as I've got a glow
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow




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Christmas

Christmas

 In this season of Christmas, I would like to wish each and every one of you a very Merry Christmas. 
I love Christmas, it is my favorite holiday not because of all the gifts but of what this season means, means to me. The trees go up with all the whistles and bows and the lights, they are beautiful to watch. The smell of holiday cooking is the best, it makes eating much more enjoyable. The music at this time of year puts a twinkle in your eye and a jolliness in your soul. 
What other time of year can you start out with Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer and Jingle Bells and end with Silent Night and O'Little Town of Bethlehem? What other time of year do you sit around the tree and tell the story of Baby Jesus' birth and Twas the Night Before Christmas. 
I remember as a small child when we were glued to the tv, the announcer would say, Santa has been spotted over such and such and he's on his way. So all you little girls and boys need to be sleeping so that he can come to your house. We would hear the jingle of his sleigh as the announcer would say. All of the children would get up and peer out the window to see if we could get a glimpse of that jolly ole fella... to our dismay.. not a single reindeer in sight.
Christmas is a time for us to remember the birth of our Lord. The story of his birth, always brings me to tears.. It is also found in the song The Little Drummer Boy.. To follow that shining star and to come to a child born in a manger. And who can say it better than the song Noel..... Born is the King of Israel.
 Christmas is family and friends, eating till you pop, singing till you drop. Having the best time of the year.. and we can never forget that dreaded fruit cake that comes back every year and that great ole ale we call egg nog(spiked if you please)...
So I shall close with another great song... Have yourself a Merry little Christmas.. 

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My takes on Passion

Passion (from the Latin verb patī meaning to suffer) is a term applied to a very strong feeling about a person or thing. Passion is an intense emotion compelling, enthusiasm, or desire for anything.
The term is also often applied to a lively or eager interest in or admiration for a proposal, cause, or activity or love – to a feeling of unusual excitement, enthusiasm or compelling emotion, a positive affinity or love, towards a subject. It is particularly used in the context of romance or sexual desire though it generally implies a deeper or more encompassing emotion than that implied by the term lust.

What are you passionate about or who? 

I am passionate about lots of things. I can tell you when I get on the things that drive my passion......  I am one force to reckon with whether it be in a good way or not so good way.

 I am passionate about singing, not that I can carry a tune, at this point, but I love how some songs just take me on a path to some of my emotions. How some of the words can just take you to a tear or a smile.

 I am passionate about my modeling ......... love. Love that all the hard work in the past has given me confidence and knowing that I am only 5'2... when I get on that runway.....I am 6' tall.. It's given me grace and shown me that I can. Now to say that none of you know who I am or seen me on anything, but watch out.....you will (gonna have to be some changes or me making some changes but watch out) . 

 I am passionate about some movies and books.... those that can take me on a journey.One of my favorite movies is Gone with the Wind; it takes me on a journey of the old South and at a time in our Country that divided families and friends. One of my favorite books is Mistress of Mellyn; that book is a great read and it does take you on a journey in mind of mystery, love and murder. 

 I have a great deal of passion on my faith and don't get me started on my political views (usually gets me into trouble). As faith is attacked in our world today, I will not allow my belief's nor me being called names because of someone trying to make a point they are to be heard.  Stupid.. You can believe what you will but when you tell me how I should speak or believe, then we have a problem.  There are many types of belief's out there and who is to say which is the true... but it is within each of us to know for ourselves, but for one dang thing this coward of extreme terrorist(let's call it what it is people). What makes me sick is how these in power says let's reason with them.. well let me tell you what a psychologist said to me one time.. YOU CAN NOT reason With Unreasonable people"  You take control.  So my rant about religion is suppose to be peaceful and fulfill you for the greater good. 

 The passion I have for my family, we may argue and not talk for days, but let someone go after one of them... I have a huge family and some I haven't seen in many years, but they are a love that runs deep in my veins and heart. Each of my brother's and sister's are different, sometimes, we wonder how we are related. :)  But as in life, it makes us unique and we bring different aspects of life to our family. 

 I have passion for love.. you know that kind of love you have so deep inside that the mere thought of the person brings a smile and the sun shines a little brighter, words are a bit sweeter and you can't get enough of them. 

 I am passionate about my work whether it be in Massage or being a NEW writer( trying to finish my first book), me getting back into acting(I may not be in the spotlight at this point but I am having the time of my life. We all make a difference whichever your status). My mother always told me I was a little character.  

 I am passionate about my causes such as animal abuse or abuse of another human being. I am or was a victim's advocate. How someone can harm another, whether it be 2 legged or 4 legged, it is a crime but these days no one wants to do their job and punish those that abuse. Being a victim myself(one time in my life) and then helping to counsel others and then becoming an advocate is a great fulfillment. Showing those in their most vulnerable state and showing they are not victim's but Survivor's and watching them become stronger is also therapeutic for me as well.  

This year, I intend to get more involved with many of these and finally face my fears and have my voice.

Whatever your passion, show it with conviction but with class and grace. 

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My take on Journals

I started writing a journal a few months ago. I used to write all the time; little plays, poems and such. As time went by, it became less and less until nothing. Writing a journal is different for every person. We write for different reasons and each are looking for a different outcome. What works for me doesn't necessarily work for you. 

Writing helps ease your mind, gets the stress out and puts you in more of a positive mood than before you started writing that first line of your journal.  Your words start pouring onto the page after a while, without thinking. You can write whatever you want in the journal.. from the weather to how you are feeling or start writing about wishes/promises/expectations and then the things that were bringing you down seem to give you a boost. 

Writing helps to say things that we may be unable to say or afraid to say and putting it on paper seems to help get that frustration out and let's face it.... saying what you need and getting  it off your mind... makes you feel better........ all your negative begins to be a positive. Things start working again; the mind stops racing, the blood pressure drops, a smile comes about more often and what was once lost is now found again. 

I know when I lost my friend, Bill Browning, I set down and wrote some things that we talked about and wished could happen and of the future that now can never be. I cried, yes, and still do but the writing helps. 

Set down and start writing a little journal today and see  what outcome you choose for yourself.

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My takes on Love/Being in Love

Love and Being in Love

Love and being in love are totally different in my opinion.

We can love many at any given time. They can be friends or lovers. You can love for many reasons and love many for different reasons.You can love one for the hair or their body or how they speak and love another for how they are with you or their eyes or maybe even how they make you laugh.

I have loved a great deal of guys/men at one time or another. No, I didn't date that much, so many of them were my guy friends. I loved them all; differently. I had the best times with "my guys". Always fun to "hang" with and they were always protective and always when I needed my friends to talk to, they would be there.

Being in love is something more profound, sacred, special between two people. Loving someone with everything you are and have. Every time you look at one another there is an instant smile and longing for a touch. And when you kiss;you see skyrockets.When you are apart; you feel empty inside and can't stop thinking about them. It's simply a feeling that sends shivers to your core with knowing that the person beside you; loves you too.

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My takes on --- Days gone by of innocent fun

Remember the days when we cared for little? And youth, being young meant something. Carefree, having fun and being around friends.  

I remember on a Friday night going cruising down Gloster Street in my hometown of Tupelo, MS, riding in the back of an El Camino. 

Just riding and having fun  hollering at anyone that was going your way or not; our usual stops would be at our local McDonald's or up the street to Sonic. After eating, we would all get back in the cars and run up and down the street again until someone would say, let's meet up at Dunlop Tires parking lot which we would until the police ran us off.

Innocent fun. How I remember those times. 

 Our talks would be of boys, school, that test we had or would be having but hardly ever about what the future would hold for us; we didn't think that far ahead. For us, the future didn't exist, it was the here and now, young and invincible-- we could do anything and live forever. What did we know, right?  

It seems so different now. Innocence is lost. Gone are the days of just riding around and being in that moment; just kids being kids.  Those roads still exist, today, in our minds and as we sit and sift through all those memories of the days gone by, we travel to a time so different than today. A time of such innocence. We loved those days. Those days gone by.  

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My take--- on How I would like to be remembered

I would like to be remembered as being one with heart and purpose. Without heart, you can not see beyond the clouds and without purpose, you can not live.  I want to also be remembered for loving with everything I have and standing up for beliefs( i suppose that could run along with purpose). Being kind to all and a smile that would brighten anyone's day.. The gift of gab ( i can talk and talk). Being passionate, whether it be personal or career. Of all these things I would like to be remembered ----as having lived the life I had with heart and purpose. 

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My take on violence and drugs/plain bad behavior

When I was a victim's advocate, I used to sit and listen to how someone could do some of the vile things to another person. Some of the things would make you sick and turn your blood boiling. How could someone do this? But whatever the abuse, and in my case, sexual assault or rape, it's not about sex it's about the control they think they have and sex is just a bonus for them and their twisted mind. 
How many times have I been wakened by a phone call in the middle of the night to talk to a victim that can not seem to deal with what has happened. Some wanting to end their pain with pills, alcohol or even some other drastic measure as in killing themselves. That's hard to hear. 
I have been in that ER talking to the victim, the police and the doctors and if needed,depending on the age of the person, DHS. You hear, why, why, why......... there is no why. You hear, it's my fault........no, generally not. I don't care if one walks in a room totally naked, does it give the green light for someone to touch you? NO, it does not. Or if someone comes up in your face and taunt you to hit them or they push you trying to get some type of response... or maybe, if wife, girlfriend or family member does something you don't like ...  does that give the right to lay your hands on them? NO, it does not
It's about self control and when you put drinking, drugs and certain clicks in the mix; you can get a disaster. This is just crazy. And to top it off we have a #president stating that #marijuana is not a hazard as drinking.. well excuse the hell out of me.........   YES, it is. 
They are both drugs that can alter your state of mind and when you have young impressionable minds and all this bad behavior .......  You get young men and women having sex because it feels good, what the hell do you know what feels good? Or, this is a good one, nothing else to do and everyone else is doing it....  how about ..........  Get a job, do chores, play games, have a party without all this crap in your system. How about standing up and having the initiative to say, no.  Show you have a brain instead of stupidity. Yes, I know we all have a moment of stupidity of youth, but these times of accessibility, our youth have no direction and they are like the give me, cause i deserve it and most are all running a muck.
Girls you don't need to pull your pants down and have sex for a guy to like you or want you .. Guys you don't need to make it a game or "another notch". Drugs and alcohol is a dangerous game we play but as a young person and their growing minds, what is it actually doing? What in the hell are we teaching our kids? No wonder marriage is not the norm these days. 
And to all the grown men and women out here. It's the same for this group to. Self control vs. impulse/violence. I have seen it and heard it all. The control and violence on another human being and it makes me sick and as much as I go into my mind and want to go after that person that did this; I have to keep my control and know that I am there for this person, talking with them. Helping them get through this and showing them they can come out of this awful experience and turn it into something they can deal with.. The goal is getting them out of the victim stage to one of being a survivor. 
In weeks to come, I will break down each of these and voice my opinion. I would like to have feedback or comments about what I blog about, feel free. 

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My rant on Health Care----

As I watch the news and hear about HCare. I want to scream.. Why screw up what we had? yes, it wasn't perfect and yes, it needed fixing... badly.. but to destroy what good people that were doing the right thing that could afford it...  having insurance... they go and mess it up... yes, it's a noble thing to want everyone to have insurance.......but listen.. the math doesn't work and i'm not even good at math.  

Why not get government out of health care and allow our system to work... government helps government not the people that support it.  Even MCare and Social Security is about to go bust because the jackrabbits stole our money for other projects and all we have in there are IOU's, let me tell you, I've paid my dues for that money to be there and sadly it will not be .. for me or for many others. MCaid is a whole other problem.. why not make the guys that get these girls pregnant get a job and help pay for the insurance if they want any type of assistance??  Hey just suggestions, my opinions. 

Let's allow all us to shop across country for insurance, that would make the "greedy" insurance companies competitive and help cost... tort reform is a biggy... have health  savings account would be great. 

Let's face it, not everyone is going to have insurance whether it be from not affording it or just don't want it. But forcing someone to take something they don't want and can't afford for the purpose of equal and fair........is not how our/this country works.  Not how our Constitution works.....  

So scrap this crap and do it right for the people not the government. 

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Thanksgiving

Oh, the wonderful smells of the kitchen around the holidays.. As a child, we didn't know much  or pay much attention to the festive days but we knew it was a time for good food and fun with our cousins.  

Those smells take me back in remembering when daddy would have the turkey or ham, depending on which he was to cook for the day and of course his dressing. That cornbread dressing was so good but of course he and my grandmother would make one as sort of a competition to see whose would be eaten first. The chicken stewing for the dressing as well as the extra parts for the giblet gravy(not my favorite) and of course the smell of the sage and allspice in the cornbread, marrying together before putting in the oven. My dad would make his famous potato salad and my grandmother would make her fruit salad ( I liked mine with the marshmallow creme instead of the mayo).  All the vegetables would be cooked to superb taste which meant with seasoning and lard or at times with butter. The rolls were hot and buttered and would slide right down the ole gullet. The tea was sweet and all those pies and candies that were made from scratch; pecan pie, chocolate pie and martha washington's and let's not forget my dad's strawberry cake.   

Can you imagine all the food?  We ate until we could not see straight or sit straight.  

Before and after dinner/lunch, we kids would be outside playing football or riding on the little minibikes or sitting around in another room talking about things that girls talk about, boys.. 

I loved those days when a gathering would be fun, cause face it......as we get older and we are doing the cooking........it's not so much fun.. :)   Bless those before us, now one can understand the wine or a glass of sumptin sumptin ....... that keeps the smile on the face and the stress of getting it done to a minimal.   

So, as I close this blog today because I have the dressing calling me and the green bean casserole to put in next, I wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving.  We are blessed each day---- it's a wonderful life.   Be safe and keep those less fortunate in our prayers. 


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To all those Unanswered Questions

"Unanswered Questions"

You know when you think you have figured it out and then "wham" it hits you with another twist and turn? Things you thought you knew turns out could/could not be.  


Sometimes IT can be true and kept from you/us for unknown reasons and other times, it can very well be "unanswered questions" playing around with your/our  mind.  You/we are the pawn from which those tricks are played.  Or maybe we become gullible to those "unanswered questions" and we take on a perception of the truth/lie that we and we only can hold on to? And when I say hold on to, I mean holding on can either make us or break us. 

Sometimes, those "unanswered questions" can drive us deep inside to do or think unimaginable things. To find a lost love or to seek the truth that only one person can give you/us, but again;they too are lost. Where is that answer? What is true/false? You/we have your/our conversations with them and you know deep inside what felt true and then one day--- gone--- whether in death or by their own means or someone else's --- move away and so forth... losing contact with that special friend/person and hearing things afterward that you/one can hardly believe. But, what is true or a lie? If in death that person can never answer  and it's just as hard trying to find those that are lost; either by their hands or another's and seek those "unanswered questions".  Some love to play games with others and some are just caught up in the moment with no ill will at all..  

Sometimes, is it best to just let it go or to seek out that truth/lie? Do you believe your heart or your head? Everyone deserves their "answers" but if that other is not there and those that might know will not come forth.... all you/we have are the memories of conversations that were true to you/us and sometimes that is all that matters (to get us through the day); until one day those "unanswered questions" will simply be a faded memory.  

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Bobbie's Takes: Happy Halloween

Bobbie's Takes: Happy Halloween: Things that go bump in the night Do you know what goes bump in the night? Have you ever heard a strange whistle while you were outsi...

Those noises we hear......real or not?---- Have a Happy Halloween

Things that go bump in the night

Do you know what goes bump in the night?

Have you ever heard a strange whistle while you were outside wandering around in the woods? Or a constant whistle while you are alone in the house?  And mind you, it's an intelligent whistle; when you are brave enough to whistle back; it stops.
What about while driving in the dead of night down the Natchez Trace and you hear a cackle, long and loud.
What about shadows of strange figures? These figures that only have heads that pop up and you can't make out the face but you are sure to know that from the outline, you are glad you can't... What about a figure with glowing eyes, are you dreaming?
What about strange noises in your house? Blinds moving, shadows moving underneath the door? What about missing silverware in your house or things moving from one place to the next? Chairs rocking on their own?
Could all this be imagination? Our minds are powerful and when fear kicks in; could it be the mind is in overdrive making us think these things are there? Or could it be spirits, angels, demons or sinister little creatures as the DJinn or Gnomes running a muck creating havoc... ??
When you are alone again and hear or see these little things, stop and ask yourself if this is normal or is there really things that go bump in the night....

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Re-post---- Where has the human touch gone?

Where is our humanity?

In this day and age, we are forgetting how to speak/communicate. To many gadgets and gizmos bombarding our world. Now not to say they are not welcomed in our world, shoot they are much needed in our society today.  It is amazing to just click on a button and be able to communicate with anyone in the world with the same capability.  

With the same tone, though, we lose those moments when you and your friends gather together for a night of fun and talk, nothing nefarious but gather round just for talk.   We are finding that our writing skills are going away with the coo coo bird, where every keystroke is the new way of penmanship. Really?  I wonder how many of our kids or us will even know how to write in the next few years.. We have let technology take control and forgotten the art of being human.  Gone are the days of friendship and family time as we know it to be (those born before 1988 would know this) 

Why can we not take back being human vs tech or mechanical. The art of  telling a story sitting by a campfire without a phone attached to your ear. Oh, not to chastise anyone else.. I am guilty, I have jumped on the tech band wagon, I use it for my business and its easier to write an email than to get writer's cramps with paper and pencil... But yet, I find myself reverting back to old way of doing things.. I love writing and honing my penmanship and let's face it anyone who has seen my handwriting these days would agree , hell I can't read what I have  written if I let it set for more than a day or two.  :)  Still the best way to network is by word of mouth, face to face...........online --- you don't know me from Adam, I could tell you what you want to hear but face to face; one gets a sense of that person whether you want to believe in what they are selling or not. 

When the lights go out, you are stuck... no internet and you are stuck, whether it be at work or shopping. Don't you just hate out shopping and ready to check out and the lights go out and you are standing there waiting for boot up time again.   I remember I was in the mall last week and they were telling me while at checkout , computers are slow today and I said to her, you know, technology is great but there is something to be said for the old days, if lights were out we could still use the carbon copy credit machines. She agreed, of course, she was a bit older than I, so she understood. 

Look I am not knocking all this wonderful way of life that we share today, it's just we lose our human touch of communication. Face to face most of us can't even carry on a decent conversation with the next person. That is a sad way to be.   Why not put down the electronics and play games with our kids or make dinner and make a memory.. You will never get those times back. 

Take back our Humanity... 


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Soul searching moment..

 I find as I get older, I do quite a bit of soul searching and look back over the things I have done in my past that might have hurt a few.....    

No, I was never a horrible person, yes, maybe played games where men were concerned (from time to time) my defense I was YDS-Young,Dumb,Stupid.... not that is an excuse, one should never play games when someone else may care...

I will tell you a story of one which I- over the years - have haunted me.. I met this guy when we were 18 and then again around 20.. I will not say his name, he knows who he is.... he was quite smitten with me and I wouldn't give him the time of day... We danced together all the time at TBirds and he called me constantly... I was flattered but not really interested in dating anyone, just having fun.. No and not that kind of fun, just hanging out with friends.. 

This guy was great to be around loved Sly Stallone and a great dancer too.. He made me laugh, always protective and never tried anything out of the way with me, up and up great guy. 

We were together a lot, dancing and talking and hanging out. Great times. He began to continually ask me out to which I would ignore..  Until one day, after I found that I was expecting a child and my baby's father left me because of some other factor.. this guy stepped up wanted to be a father and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.... wouldn't take no for an answer and I said yes to get him up off the cold snow/ice... Comes next weekend, I was to meet up with him to make plans... I never showed.. stood this poor guy up.. He called me crying in his beer said he had given the ring to a waitress and that he was hurt beyond hurt.. He loved me so much but was so tired of me hurting him... "whatever" was my thing back then...   sad but true.

Forward 20 something years.. I have thought and agonized over this, because I did care about him, just realized too late how much...  And with me coming to grip with my eating disorder and making amends, I felt that I had to find this one guy... I started looking him up online with the phone directory.. found him and his wife, still in the same place... I picked up the phone many times and hung up thinking what would I say, what could I say, or would he even talk to me....    One evening, I picked up, dialed and did not hang up.... scared out of my wits, I heard a "hello".. and I stumbled with the hello back and said to her "is >>>> home?"  she said "yes, he is in the next room" and I told her, "I know this is a strange request, but I was a friend of his a long time ago and just wanted to say hello"..
She says "sure, what is the name".. I said "Bobbie"..    "hold on", she says and I could hear her in the next room telling him telephone and it's Bobbie... 

He came on and we said how long it's been and caught up to children and marriage and my divorce and what we were doing over the years.. and he was so happy to hear from me.. he told me that he had thought about me often and wandered how I was doing.. I replied .. this is partly the reason, I am calling.. "you know all those years ago and how you/we were and how awful I treated you..".. he said "yes" and I said to him.. "you were the one guy that had my back of all of them, you had my back, never asked questions, always by my side and you were always there".. "I just wanted to say, how sorry I am for treating you the way I did".. You of all didn't deserve what I did"..    not that it helps now, but I wanted to let you know... "How special you truly were to me"..   He said that he didn't need an apology that it was what it was back then and I was special to him as well..    The tears stream down and he said to me "you have been thinking about what you did all those years ago and it was hurting you?"  "That I would never hang over you, you were a good person and a good mom and I just wish things had been different..".. 

We talked for a long long time and he said to me , We need to get together again with the gang... My boys/guys, I used to call them and catch up... I told him thank you but no, and to calling him again no...  I would not want to upset his wife for anything, they have a great life and an old flame coming in with long ago memories would make her feel uncomfortable...    He understood and we left it as Thank you....   and you will always hold something special in my heart..    

Now, this is a story (embarrassing as it is) of me growing up and finding someone very special in a time of confusion and how I /we all can go in another direction because of our needs/wants  and just plain selfishness..  Me, calling """""  and talking to him helped immensely.. now, does this make me a better person??  I don't know..........  but it shows that if you truly want to make amends for something wrong you had done, one can make it right if they have a  conscious...  Our Conscious can keep us in check, be our truth seeker and be our gauge...    At times, one thinks of if some people have a conscious-at all... We do, just some choose to ignore and I could no longer ignore how my actions hurt someone so dear to me.

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Re-post of R for Run..

Here is another A-ha moment of mine or Did I just do that??  

I, as do many people, have many things going through their minds during the day. Right? Of just me? 

Oh well, me and my mind are all over the place. One moment, I am in Ireland feeling on top of the world the next minute, I see myself pilfering through the racks at a department store.   Okay, as usual getting of track here.   

Most often than not; when i get into my car. I put my car in R for Run... yes, she does, folks. This little red-head is a deep rooted blonde (no offense to blondes). I am just laughing at myself. Thank goodness nothing or no one has ever been behind me, YET.  

One day, I was out in a parking lot and again no one behind me and I was talking with someone that was with me. We get into the car and I start her up and yes, you guessed it...... R she went... Needless to say the person with me looks at me with "Really??!!" and all I could do was look with only the look I can give and say.. "Did I just Do That?"        "Only you" this person says  with a great big laugh and I have great ability to change the subject.. Which I did...   

In my defense.. that letter should be B for "Back up" ... 

FYI::::   I am a pretty good driver... 


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What causes Neck Pain?----How to help

Did you know that neck pain can start from simply sleeping wrong to most serious of spinal/disk issues? Did you know that from the pain in your neck it can radiate to your shoulder, arm and hand?

I have given a website for you to see in detail the cause and effect as well as symptoms and how massage and exercises can help alleviate your stiff/sore neck. issues.







http://fitness.mercola.com/sites/fitness/archive/2014/03/28/massage-therapy-neck-pain.aspx

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Why get a Massage?

I hear all the time of people wanting to know why and how a massage would help them. Many reasons why you should get a massage--improve your overall health for one thing and it makes you feel good.  Everyone should get one. 

I am posting a site from +ABMP to show you the benefits of massage. 

 http://www.massagetherapy.com/learnmore/benefits.php



I do this for a living and I can tell you, firsthand, a client walking out is not the same shape as they were when they came in.  The once shoulder pain is now ceasing, bent over posture; now upright position and once a tensed, knotted body becomes a relaxed soul.  

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Lighten Up----- Geezzz

This post had a great number of responses and I am compelled to re-post. It hit home with quite a few. 

One of many of my pet peeves is people seeming to have a permanent corn cob up their butts.. Come on lighten up..........  Life is too damn short to always be the gloomy gus or calling people out all the time. 

What makes our world so great is our diversity. We are the most powerful creatures on earth and as our creator put us here, he can take us out. I mean that in a good way not to be hateful as I see some of the post on face book to be.. just because we have different views on things doesn't make us anything but what we are different and unique. If God wanted us all to look and think alike; he would have made us with one brain and all the same color but he is loving and kind and knowing the diversity it would be great for all of us to learn..... CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?   learn from one another and grow.. Listen, I have learned a great deal from those that I found at opposition most of my life.. especially on religion........   I have friends that are Atheist and Jehovah Witness.. It may not be what I believe but it's theirs and by my talking doesn't sway them to what I feel, I respect them as a friend/person as they do me and we move on with our day. We are all people and unless we are at harm to someone...we have that right to say what we feel..... 


Where is our ability to debate........to agree to disagree?  Where is that old adage shake hands go to your perspective corners and come out fighting.. May the best man win... Those times are leaving us.....
Why do we allow these that make these remarks to remain our friends.........  especially if they are very abusive in their tones.........   ??   NOT anymore.. Life is too short to try and be friends with someone that tells you what they think you should wear, say or be...  

Sorry, for the rant this morning but when I see how someone is just making a funny quote and then someone comes underneath with a snide remark.......ticks me off.......   it has happened to me and believe me that friend is not a friend anymore.. :)

Lighten UP.........   Not saying that all things are to be funny or happy all the time but come on respect those that have the right to say what they feel.. If you do not like it......  don't press the like button and move on........  Life is way to short for always wanting a fight........  Remove that knobby cob and inhale .. you might find it a bit more pleasant.  

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Once bitten (Sandy)

If you notice that as I write my blogs, many of them, I poke fun at myself and all the fun or funny little things I can or my friends and I can get into. 

My ex-husband calls me "Lucy" and my mother called me "Grace".. go figure.. but again, if the shoe fits and I can tell you from first hand, I can wear that shoe like a glove.  

When my sister and I were younger, she(my sister) had a pony and her name was Sandy. We loved that pony, she was like a member of the family than a barnyard critter. Sandy would never stay in her fence but would mind you, instead, be tied out on a rope in the yard and would stay all day roaming around the yard as long as the rope would reach. She loved to come into the living room and sit in front of the television and eat an apple. She loved the little banty roosters to come and sit on her back, she would stand there as still as a statue as long as they were sitting on her back.  It was fun to watch. 

On day my sister and I were arguing about who was going to feed her that day. Arguing came to push and shoving and right by Sandy. She would shuffle around a little more as our shoves became less playful. As Sandy became wedged in between us and the tree, she had found she had had enough of this game. Sandy polite as she could be, reached around and took a nip out of my behind. I yelled out a hallowing screech and dropped to my knees in pain, mind you. My sister asked what happened and I replied in a gasping voice.. "Sandy bit me" and as we looked up at the pony,she turned her head as if she were to say, "Who me?"..... 

The tale get it Tale of this little story is.... never stand to close to the head area of a riled up pony. It might come around and bite you in the Tail... 

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My adventure to Ireland

My trip of a lifetime.

 Have you ever thought about just getting away? Taking and adventure? I have and did.

My adventure was Ireland "The Emerald Isle." I spent 10 days in this amazingly, beautiful country.  I beat all odds and had the 
determination of seeing this country.  

I want to just touch on some of the places we visited. Flew into Dublin and picked up our car and wouldn't you know it, we got in on the wrong side. Getting out of the airport was a bit of trickery due to road work and of course not knowing exactly where we were going but after a few times, we or should I say Rachel mastered it all the way to the hotel. Now,getting into the hotel was another feat, could not find the street to go down and kept missing it, when we did. But finally, made it to the parking garage and gathered our luggage and off to our room we went. 

Dublin was huge and so busy, people walking in the streets, bike riders riding into the streets along with the cars. It was crazy but we When we finally arrived to the hotel, we took a stroll around the area.. I bet we walked more than 20 blocks and could have kept walking. We were in awe of this beautiful place.. But dang was it cold. We stopped in the oldest pub built,"The Brazen Head", and had lunch then out again;looking around. Every street was something new to see and absolutely beautiful. The people were nice.

The next day after breakfast, we made our way to the car and on our way to Enniskerry to PowersCourt Estate to look around the gardens and see the waterfall.. words cannot tell you how beautiful these grounds were. Huge estate, lovely gardens and the ponds and statutes were something out of a movie or picture book, but it was real. I could not get enough, but again, dang it was cold, about that time, i was wishing i had brought my trench coat.. :)  

Another place we visited was Waterford to tour Waterford Crystal... this was a special place. The area right across from the water, lovely. Touring the building where they make the crystal was -- i was just in awe of the whole process. You have to see this;how they make these amazing pieces from start to finish. How long they have to apprentice to be able to work on them and what they do to make them as you see on the shelf.It was an experience I will never forget. 

On to Cork to see Blarney Castle. Oh my lord, just a shell of itself now, but still an awesome site. I could take my imagination back to a time where i could see or imagine how it once was. The dining room, the cooks room, the bedrooms. I went through the dungeon a bit until it became too dark and too small  for me to climb through, i became a bit frightening and crawled back out to catch up to my young friend.  We walked all over that castle and found our way up to the Blarney Stone.." Holy cow, you want me to lay how and reach where to kiss what?"  "You are gonna hold me, right? " I kissed it.. :) Afterwards, we then went around on the grounds to a Poison Garden, yes, you heard me, a poison garden.. It was a site to see. How beautiful this place was, I didn't want to leave but we had more traveling to do and many more places to see. 

We made our way to the Killarney National Park. We walked and became lost(walked off the beaten path,you could say) and walked and walked for hours.. There were 11,000sq miles of that park and I believe we walked every inch of it and more trying to find our way back to where we parked.  Rode on my first jaunt ( believe that is how you spell it) how wonderful that horse was and the driver was a talker, but damn it was so cold and by that time my blasted camera and phone ran out of juice and no pictures other than with Rachel's , she brought , thankfully, she had a better one and let me take some pictures .. thank you , thank you..

The next morning, we drove to The Ring of Kerry, it was oh Jesus, I found my coming to Jesus moments going down that long winding road.  I have to hand it to the bus drivers that make it through those tiny curves. We were in the car and almost kissed a few stone walls along the way. Sheep running down or up the road, how on earth? It was amazing to see. We stopped at Glenbeigh Beach and walked for a while before going to our next destination. 

Our next trip took us to my very first ferry ride to  The Cliffs of Moher, now,  you gotta stop and see this one..It was the most beautiful sight, I have ever seen. The cliffs so high and the water below was so blue. The walk on the trail was long and cold but we didn't mind, it was lovely I felt as if I were on top of the world and as I was standing alone at one point.. I stopped and looked up to the heaven's and said to my mom.. "Mom, I made it. The trip we talked about for so long and wanted to take, I am here and I know you are here with me on this journey. The journey we wanted to take , to walk the same places as our family before us. I wish you were here in the physical sense, but I know you are with me and in my heart, you are with me on this incredible journey". 

We saw so may wonderful and amazing places, Galway where we saw The Trad on the Prom, Oh man was this great entertainment. We shopped the next day, great shops and then made our way to WestPort, beautiful area. You have got to visit this place. 

When you do travel to Ireland.. you need to stay in Bed and Breakfast. They are so great and the food; you can't beat it. We saw some great places and wonderful people along the way and as I do plan on going back, I know that I can't replace the steps that I made this journey. We got lost several times but found our way and along that way, some of the most beautiful countryside you could ever see.. And the man with the jaunt was right. 50 shades of gray..... Ireland has 50 shades of green... everywhere was green. 

Take a journey, take an adventure. Take time out to find yourself.

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A new door.

I know I have stated this before but it bears repeating. It's true for everyone of us.

When one door closes another one opens.  That/this is true in every case. There is usually a reason for  the people that come into our lives or things that happen .. by chance or by design.. 
Whatever the circumstance of that one door closing trust the reason though it may be unclear at the moment, is/was necessary for growth or some lesson to learn. We always fear the unknown of walking through that next door or chapter in our lives.but once we go through, we often find ourselves in a much better place. 

 It could be a new job, new friend, new house or new love. Each of us, right now, have just closed a door in our lives and most of us already know the next door/chapter to walk to and others of us are still seeking that next door. Don't look back .........backwards was a learning phase and only moving forward can we grow and teach.

All of our journey's we take can lead us to the path of being much happier and wiser and a life of no regrets... that is if we choose it... Embrace that new door and walk through without fear, you might be surprised at what you find.  

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The Goat and Haystack..

Chasing goats are fun until one turns on you. I know I have talked about this story at one point before but I felt it needed to be stated again, why, when of course it shows me being me. :)

My uncle has some new goats and we wanted to pet them. Those goats were not having any part of being petted much less being chased. We chased them in the barn-out of the barn- into the fields where the horses and cows were grazing and then back into the barn to try to cut them off. 

Now, in that barn was a low lying 2 x 4. Guess where this is going?  Guess who nailed that beam?  Me- I chased that darn little goat into that barn so fast that I didn't see it coming. (now to my defense, if there is one, inside that barn; it was dimly lit). Before, I could look up, BAM- I kissed that beam and down I went... yes, I kissed a beam and no, I didn't like it. I saw stars the moon, heck the whole dang galaxy was flashing before my eyes. It took a while before I could get my senses together and get off the ground of scattered hay. Getting up was like one of those old cartoons where when they get up holding their head, swaying back and forth and seeing the world go round',yep that was me.   

But here is to add insult to injury. I get up and noticed that my shoe was untied. I bend over to tie my shoe unbeknownst to me, there was a goat with horns standing behind me- like he was waiting in the dark, lurking so to speak to see what my next move would be. Of course, I did not see him. How could I? just knocked myself silly.  Well, I bend over and yes, you guessed it......... across the room I go. He butted me so hard, I flew into the air and right on top of a nicely put together haystack.  At least that was a soft landing, when I woke up. 

Needless to say, those goats were no longer on top of my list to pet. I got out of that barn with bruises and what dignity I had left and found my way to the porch to help out with shelling peas and shucking corn. (no pain involved in this chore). 

When they tell you to not bend over in front of a goat......  Believe me it's true, don't do it.  Unless you want to fly.  

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Bobbie's Takes: Animals have feelings to.

Bobbie's Takes: Animals have feelings to.: The love an animal to it's human companion is the most wonderful thing to see.  An animal is loyal, love without condition, and playfu...

Animals have feelings to.

The love an animal to it's human companion is the most wonderful thing to see. 
An animal is loyal, love without condition, and playful and they can feel sadness and pain and are used for many things as seeing eye dog, drug sniffing and helps in law enforcement among many other things. An animal knows when you are sick or sad. I remember when I was sick with the flu when my Siamese, Louise Simone was a bit younger(now 13), I was in bed and she made sure that I was lying down and had closed my eyes and I could feel creeping up beside me, right next to me on my pillow. Sweetest thing ever, her little paw touching my cheek.  She never moved until I got up and then she came to me for a loving kiss.  How touching it is to know that of God's smallest, they-the animals- seem to know when we aren't all together well. 
We really don't realize how much animals feel. They also mourn and cry. We are fostering two dogs and one was pregnant. We had an appointment through the animal shelter (we are fostering for) to have them spayed. We picked them up and for over a week, the mother, Julia, laid and cried. At first, we could not figure out what was happening and about to take her to the doctor to see if anything could have gone wrong and then as her daughter, Emma, left the room where she was, she started to howl. Then it hit us.. She was crying actual tears in her eyes and mourning the the loss of her babies we had to abort. How sad is that, we cried right along with her. 
Animals can be vain. Oh, yes, I have one that loves clothes, doesn't like to share, has her nails painted and loves her treats. She is our DIVA.. 
I have one rescue pup that has issues of abandonment. I leave and come home and I have things thrown all over the floor and forget about my sandals.. she finds them they are gone, I only have the left shoe of about 3 pair of sandals.  Trying to break her from this.. letting her know she now has a home and a family that loves her... She's a sweet girl, but doesn't like anyone coming near momma when she's near me.  
All animals whether big or small, 4 or 2 legged have feelings. They protect with their own lives if necessary and those they protect, the human companion; is most of the time the ones that do the most horrendous atrocities toward them. 
Animals need protecting just as humans do, only some of us care nothing. Abuse of an animal whether they walk, crawl, fly or hop is a crime and for those that do the worst to the least of God's creations, should have the same done in return to them.. They are cowards and it's been known that a person that abuses/kills an animal it's one of the fist steps to killing a human.  
Animals need us as much as we need them.. They only want what we all strive for ..........  love and companionship and for someone to show kindness. 

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What does your Conscious tell you?

I find as I get older, I do quite a bit of soul searching and look back over the things I have done in my past that might have hurt a few.....    

No, I was never a horrible person, yes, maybe played games where men were concerned (from time to time) my defense I was YDS-Young,Dumb,Stupid.... not that is an excuse, one should never play games when someone else may care...

I will tell you a story of one which I- over the years - have haunted me.. I met this guy when we were 18 and then again around 20.. I will not say his name, he knows who he is.... he was quite smitten with me and I wouldn't give him the time of day... We danced together all the time at TBirds and he called me constantly... I was flattered but not really interested in dating anyone, just having fun.. No and not that kind of fun, just hanging out with friends.. 

This guy was great to be around loved Sly Stallone and a great dancer too.. He made me laugh, always protective and never tried anything out of the way with me, up and up great guy. 

We were together a lot, dancing and talking and hanging out. Great times. He began to continually ask me out to which I would ignore..  Until one day, after I found that I was expecting a child and my baby's father left me because of some other factor.. this guy stepped up wanted to be a father and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.... wouldn't take no for an answer and I said yes to get him up off the cold snow/ice... Comes next weekend, I was to meet up with him to make plans... I never showed.. stood this poor guy up.. He called me crying in his beer said he had given the ring to a waitress and that he was hurt beyond hurt.. He loved me so much but was so tired of me hurting him... "whatever" was my thing back then...   sad but true.

Forward 20 something years.. I have thought and agonized over this, because I did care about him, just realized too late how much...  And with me coming to grip with my eating disorder and making amends, I felt that I had to find this one guy... I started looking him up online with the phone directory.. found him and his wife, still in the same place... I picked up the phone many times and hung up thinking what would I say, what could I say, or would he even talk to me....    One evening, I picked up, dialed and did not hang up.... scared out of my wits, I heard a "hello".. and I stumbled with the hello back and said to her "is >>>> home?"  she said "yes, he is in the next room" and I told her, "I know this is a strange request, but I was a friend of his a long time ago and just wanted to say hello"..
She says "sure, what is the name".. I said "Bobbie"..    "hold on", she says and I could hear her in the next room telling him telephone and it's Bobbie... 

He came on and we said how long it's been and caught up to children and marriage and my divorce and what we were doing over the years.. and he was so happy to hear from me.. he told me that he had thought about me often and wandered how I was doing.. I replied .. this is partly the reason, I am calling.. "you know all those years ago and how you/we were and how awful I treated you..".. he said "yes" and I said to him.. "you were the one guy that had my back of all of them, you had my back, never asked questions, always by my side and you were always there".. "I just wanted to say, how sorry I am for treating you the way I did".. You of all didn't deserve what I did"..    not that it helps now, but I wanted to let you know... "How special you truly were to me"..   He said that he didn't need an apology that it was what it was back then and I was special to him as well..    The tears stream down and he said to me "you have been thinking about what you did all those years ago and it was hurting you?"  "That I would never hang over you, you were a good person and a good mom and I just wish things had been different..".. 

We talked for a long long time and he said to me , We need to get together again with the gang... My boys/guys, I used to call them and catch up... I told him thank you but no, and to calling him again no...  I would not want to upset his wife for anything, they have a great life and an old flame coming in with long ago memories would make her feel uncomfortable...    He understood and we left it as Thank you....   and you will always hold something special in my heart..    

Now, this is a story (embarrassing as it is) of me growing up and finding someone very special in a time of confusion and how I /we all can go in another direction because of our needs/wants  and just plain selfishness..  Me, calling """""  and talking to him helped immensely.. now, does this make me a better person??  I don't know..........  but it shows that if you truly want to make amends for something wrong you had done, one can make it right if they have a  conscious...  Our Conscious can keep us in check, be our truth seeker and be our gauge...    At times, one thinks of if some people have a conscious-at all... We do, just some choose to ignore and I could no longer ignore how my actions hurt someone so dear to me.

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What would you do??

What would one do if they knew someone's secret.. I mean a secret that would turn the other person's world in a spiral?

I am saying as I have been told..........this person would definitely deserve what comes to them..... 

Pretends to be a friend when at the given moment, stabs in the back and turns it around on you that you deserved it.....    Not a friend, right?   


Is suppose to be a God fearing Christian but then again, goes out to clubs and parties down with the rest of them .. oh, but don't let them know you are out around on the town.......  YOU should be ashamed... 


They always try to be better than or think they are better than anyone else.. going into hock for a car or house or things they really cannot afford to show "the supposedly in crowd", they are apart of this crowd. 


Always scheming for the next thing......   and when it doesn't go their way.....pitch a fit and all hell breaks loose till they get their way......   again, more money out the door to pamper the mouth... 


The person has not talked to the other in many years because of jealously and then came to  help again and then with one thing that was said didn't go their way......   will not speak, to me that is a good thing, let them go....   but then likes to trash this person to anyone that knows them.....  How unkind and petty this seems, right??  right??   

Slept with a friends so-called boy friend and then told the boyfriend lies and then only then does this bring me to the secret this one person has on the other......    This person not truthful to anyone....   on a subject matter that would turn someone's world downward... 

What would you do?  This may help the person in turmoil.. 

With all this not to get back at this person(not worth the breath) but to make some justice to a wrong.....would you tell the secret??   

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My battle with Anorexia and Bulimia

When you tell a story or a true story as I am about to do.. You must be as honest as you can be..

This is my story of being border-line Anorexia and Bulimic; having one is hard enough to treat but both, very difficult.. where one is not eating the other is eating and throwing up.

As a young child, I began thinking of being a model, Twiggy and Cheryl Tiegs with a few others were gracing the covers of many magazines. I wanted to see myself on a magazine, so I started learning everything I could with Modeling and fashion, looking through every magazine I could get my hands on.  I started dieting and this is where I met my addiction.......  not only did I diet and exercise, I took so many diet pills and water pills that could sink a ship..  (6-8 at a time;each and maybe 2-3 times a day).. Follow me?

 It started out as being a little girls wanting(dreaming), if you will, to a disease that grabbed hold and took control of my world.  With every pill and lack of food was weighing heavy on my body---my soul; but I didn't see it. All I could see looking in the mirror was an over weight little girl(which I was not, never have been) but this is what this disease does......... plays with your mind, a terrible sickness, a silent killer... When I started my Senior year in high school, I weighed 90 lbs and throughout my days in college..

 And during my pregnancy, had to be hospitalized trying to save my baby and this is where I started the second half of my disease...... Bulimia----- crazy right??  True, this was my world. Not wanting to get big but not wanting to go back into the hospital, I began eating all I could and then after a while -throw it back up- This continued from then on. After the birth of my first, age of 23, I weighed only 73 lbs and that is where my employer, McRae's Department Store, intervened with me getting help. Oh, wholeheartedly  I fought with everything I could saying, "I am fine, just tired with being a single mom and working all the time".  OH HELLO GIRL... not true. I just didn't want to know the truth of how sick I was becoming. I did accept the help and even had someone from work to go with me to make sure I went to the appointments. Thank God for McRae's and the people there that cared.

In the mean time, I still studied up on my modeling and finding any photographer that would take photos of me and talking to every agency I could find to help give me pointers. And everyone would say...... you are short but you have talent, You will never be Cheryl Tiegs or Christie Brinkley but you can be your own. That gave me the confidence I needed to keep going....... but, of all that, I still had my "secret". This secret killing me inside and I was ignoring it; still- for years..

Forward, to age 28, my weight was 89 lbs and back into therapy I go. This time, it was to be inpatient treatment, I was told, but thankfully I had 1% body fat and that kept me out to continue doing outpatient treatment.  See, this disease doesn't care if you have a family or career, it takes control and puts you on a destructive path. I had to start, again, wearing clothes bigger than my size and stop looking in the mirror and by all means no weighing..

Forward again to age 43-45, I weighed 98-99lbs.........   still throwing up, still dieting and not eating. Until, one day.........   I stopped.........   NO not cured but RECOVERY. I will always be recovering. It's like being a recovering alcoholic or drug addiction, just mine was with food/lack of food.. I can still throw up but never have I shoved my fingers down my throat(make me sick thinking about doing that) ........ I have conditioned my esophagus and diaphragm. Strange, but true...

I am still 5'2" but now to the grand old weight of 105... fighting the urges but better because of me, finally, taking control and realizing what this disease(silent) can do....  It can do so much damage to your body, not only in weight but your heart can stop, you can bleed internally, excess hair growth, loss of teeth (because of acid eroding enamel from inside). This can leave your families without you and that is a price I am not willing to pay...............    

I want to add a little note that Modeling was not the culprit of it all; it was me. My mind and it's image of me and my lack of self esteem or regard of myself.....   I still fight, that's what recovery is-------but I fight the right way and take responsibility.... I still have my issues(with my body) but, I face them head on and bring them out in an open and honest way. I no longer try to please others on my look, I know how and do.  I am one of the lucky ones that has seen and come through the other side of this deadly sickness.

Will I ever become that Famous Model?    All I can say is I became one..........   (not gracing the magazines, yet, still working on it) Now that I am older/wiser...

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