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Playing With Mom’s Makeup Can Be Exhilerating!

I saw this picture on facebook the other day and just knew what my Dad would say.

kids n flourThe story goes like this: A month after I turned 3 my little brother was born (yes, I’m glad he’s my brother and in my life). Dad had a long day and was TIRED – he hadn’t slept for a long time. He came home so the sitter could go home and he had to be there for when my Great-Grandmother arrived. Great-Grandma was going to be helping Mom and Dad. The plan was he’d go to sleep after she got there.

Back then it was safe to leave doors open – even if someone fell asleep on a couch… (oh yes he did.)

I’ve been told MANY, MANY times over the years that while left to my own devices I created a similar mess to that picture – but with a twist. Besides getting Mom’s loose powder all over the room, I got hold of one of her red lipsticks. I drew on the blanket, the floor and all over me. When Great-Grandma arrived and knocked at the door, I (of course) ran to see who it was.

Dad woke to screams!

As you can imagine looking thru a screen door slightly distorts the view – Great-Grandma thought I’d gotten hold of a knife and cut myself.

No one has ever said, I wonder if that greatly reduced my punishment for the mess I made in the first place. Obviously I wasn’t killed for that stunt – even though Great-Grandma couldn’t get the lipstick stains out of the blanket. Remembering her, I know she tried!

Smiley-innocentWhat kind of things have you done to torture your parents? What kind of things have your kids done to you? Please, share here – I know I’m not the only person who’s been nearly killed numerous times by adults in their life. (while trying to look innocent…)

As I write this I also realize that it’s a day after Mom’s birthday. She would have been 74. Yes, I do miss the women in my life: Mom, Grandma and Great-Grandma. I still love them. And Dad still likes to remind me of what I did all those years ago.


Awww Mom!

(Laughter Therapy’s photo: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Laughter-Therapy/261247177272887 )

You know you heard at least five of these as you were growing up. Some of us heard each of these at least once in a week.

The stuff that would REALLY get us (my brother and me) in trouble were the answers we’d give.
1. The n. O is good. Right?
2. There’s only 2 of us, you have a 50-50 chance of guessing right.
4. COOL! School pictures are tomorrow…
6. Fine, that’s where my books are.
7. Does this mean you’re getting us a trampoline?
8. But what else can I feed the dog???
9. Neither is “look it up” it means you don’t know the answer too.

Yes, it’s amazing that my brother and I managed to grow up! 😀

Eudaímōn which meant “a good or benevolent spirit.”

Today’s Dictionary.com word is one I could really use today! But then, I tend toward a “funk” on cloudy days.

eudemonia \yoo-di-MOH-nee-uh\ , noun:
1. Happiness; well-being.
2. Aristotelianism. Happiness as the result of an active life governed by reason.

From Aristotle, eudemonia comes from the Greek word eudaímōn which meant “a good or benevolent spirit.”

Happiness; well-being, yes it is a state of mind we all strive for. However, occasionally the “dark side” sneaks up on you and you have to work just a tad harder to get past it. So, here’s to the Greek meaning – that a good or benevolent spirit watches over all of us.

OK, I’ve told you folks that I have epilepsy and why I started my business. But I don’t believe that I told you what the cause was.

My Mom was killed by a drunk driver on March 31, 1990. She and a roommate (Mom and Dad were divorced) were celebrating Mom’s birthday – which was on the 28th. Since Mom was an only child, and my Grandparents were living in Florida (she had just gotten back from visiting them) it fell to me to handle many things. Over time when Grandpa’s health got worse, Grandma would call me. Then when her health got bad and caused her death…

Well, stress and my blood sugar drops to an alarming low rate triggered my first seizure. And as the saying goes, the rest is history.

But, the true reason for today’s funk. This year the events from 1990 fall on the same days of the week.

  • Mom’s birthday 3/28 was on Wednesday
  • Thursday we picked her up at the airport from her visit with G&G (nick name for Grandma & Grandpa). She was excited that she got to spend her birthday with them. Mom and I made plans to get together on Saturday to go over everything from her trip.
  • Friday night Mom and her roommate Sandy went out to celebrate Mom’s birthday. Neither lady had a blood alcohol level.
  • Around 2:30am Saturday they hit – head on the drunk driver that killed them. Mom and Sandy died instantly.
  • As you can imagine all day Saturday was a mass of planning to be done. The kind of stuff no one wants to do. Including having to call G&G.
  • Mom’s funeral was Tuesday April 3, 1990.

Normally these days don’t bother me. I’ve gotten past “it” and really no longer wish ill of the drunk driver. Yes, I know his name, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that, I just won’t mention it here. What I do now, and have for a couple of years, is hope that he’s turned his life around for the better.

So, yes I will get past this mood (it helps when I write) and here’s to the Greek word eudaímōn which meant “a good or benevolent spirit.” Here’s to my good spirits watching over me: Mom, G&G. I love you and miss you all.


*Means Your Ever Loving Daughter/Your Ever Loving Granddaughter