Do What Got You Invited-Tupac

     I love the titles to my blog, as much as the process of writing the blogs.
     Often, the two don't connect the dots.
     That even makes me happier.
     This is one of those times.

     People ask, " What can I do, How do I respond to each situation?" Tupac said it all, " What got you invited to the party, to the conversation, into someones life, keep it up." It takes work, it also takes work to let go, choices are ours.
    Which leads me to my last book I read.
    The Book of Help:A Memoir in Remedies by Megan Griswold
    After a few pages, I thought, this will not be for everyone. Yet, that is just my opinion, I need to have more confidence in people!! Yikes, people can be horrible, they need this book. Those are just the people that don't read or care, shameful. I will read for you, and continue my journey to be better in love, connection and peace of mind. I do not know how to explain this woman's travels, well maybe, with telling you that at 7 she asked Santa for a Mantra! Six continents later, her narrative is pretty special. Here below are some of my highlighted jewels.
      1. And this particular log is informed by my affinity for the edges of the bell curve, not the middle!!!! ( she is talking to me and maybe you?)
      2.stories that are most private, the most embarrassing, the most cringeworthy, the most taboo, the most-how can I say??? ( if you write, you have to be open, or why write??) ( also note that I do highlight in mid sentences, so they do not always start with a capital letter) ( and they again, some people begin a sentence with a capital And!) ( all good)
      3. my verbal incontinence ( no filters!! another way to say it?)
      4. The mind creates the abyss but the heart crosses it. ( Lord Jesus)
     5. ( yes my numbers get crooked) ( Overlook) We picked this boat, But neither the waters nor the weather can ever be predicted.
     6. when any of us has a problem, the best we can do is never look for anyone else to fix it.
     7. Her door had always closed more tightly than mine. I wasn't sure I even had a door.
     8.I chose hair spray as my bedside weapon for the eyeballs, and jacks on the floor for the toes to slow. ( I did this my entire life, sometimes, I would use thumbtacks on the floor, and take a yard stick as a slant, for the monster to run into so it would wake me!! When you read that another person, shared your extreme fears!! you feel comforted and know that you both have seen many shrinks!!!)
     9. I seem to like to worry, then criticize myself, then worry some more  ( I wish that was not me also)
     10. I have held her pain. ( Oh my goodness, I hold every mothers pain from losing a child) ( I can not hold my mothers pain of losing her husband, but I share the pain with my brother, after daddy left us)
     11. To wash out the anger, she says, fall in love. Be in love with a peach!!! ( Joy for no reason, for sure it is in produce !)
     12. He smiles at me with sorrow at his edges
     13. Sometimes people need a story more than food to stay alive
Protection, Nourishment, Comfort. In the end, it's not that complicated.(her words)
    Leave the world a better place ( my words) You have been invited to the party, act nice, do good, at least try. I wake up each morning and the first thing I say, " Lord please make me an instrument of peace, and take the cymbals I am clanging out of my hands!!"
     B. ( the photo for this blog?? Anytime I can use The Beatles for a photo op, its happening!! well, the word Help was in the title of book, and album cover!" ( You know by now I do not need a reason!")

Happy, Happy Birthday Barbie

   Yesterday I saw where Doris Day was either 95 or 97 ( I read fast! facts may blur), I swallowed hard. I so wanted to look like her, when I was very young. Grandmother and I saw all of her movies, before I wanted to be Ann Margaret in Viva Las Vegas!!
   I had to explain my gasp to the doctor in the house, when he asked what was wrong with me.
   Doris Day is very old, I began to explain. She was on my list of idols growing up. I think Dr. B. said something like I may have a pretty long list!! I can not help that I have loved and do love, many people!!
   Astronauts, singers, movie stars, politicians, smart people, interesting humans and not so humans, YES even dolls!!! I have loved them all.
   A couple of weeks back, I found out that Barbie was 60!!
   As a family, we did not have much money, but at around 8 or 9ish, I got one for my birthday.
   She was beautiful, and single. It would be many years before Ken came into our lives. I did not love her bangs, so I worked on them for a few years, until I would get them straight. I also worked on Ken's hair not knowing, it was just painted on, fuzz. Needless to say he remained bald early on, and his private area looked funny, I was never a fan of his. I think he only let him drive the Barbie car around.
   Barbie came with her black and white strapless swimsuit and some boobies, earrings and RED lipstick!! Clothes would come later, and few of them. I collected these things for years. When I had real babies, we all had new barbies that were friends with GIJoe. ( Hart loved his dolls!!) ( I told him they would make him a good daddy!) ( and I was right!!)
   Several years back, I decided to sell the hundreds of dolls at a garage sale. I kept the Barbies near me, in case they needed to come back inside after the sale. At the very end, a little girl came and asked how much one was, and you know I had no clue. She looked ragged and maybe a little hungry. I asked her if she loved the doll, and she nodded her head, I told her she could have them all, clothes, sunglasses and heels included!!! Off they went, to another generation of love. She is 60 now, and I hope she is having a many big birthdays all over the place. I know in my heart, she is still young and darling looking. Maybe now she is president of some company, a doctor, mommy, teacher, cab driver, whatever she wishes to be. I guarantee that swimsuit, is folded up in some drawer, reminding her of days gone by. Another one of my favorites, thank you so much mom and dad, for finding the money for my Barbie, and knowing that I would love her forever. Thank you for making that three tiered bed for me to put my dolls to sleep next to me for MANY years!! I still think about my Bride doll, and her legs would not bend!! That was a huge flaw!! Her name was Mary.( therapy session number one) and Sunshine, the red- headed doll with the suitcase full of clothes, that one of your friends made. She was always so cute. So many dolls to love, as Bill says, my list of love is long!!
     I remind him, to remember he remains on that list! Right now, he is not even with Dr. Kildare, so he has work to do!!
     Hope you all have many things to love and love you back.
     Later
     Bonnie