Friday, March 6, 2009
Inked
Barbie is in the news again just before her 50th birthday. It seems that Trailer Trash Barbie (yes, there was one) is getting tattooed. She comes with her own tattoo's and young girls can tattoo their Barbie. Maybe Barbie can have a 'tramp stamp' placed on her lower regions.
Give the girl a break and let her have her tattoo. She's had every other career in her lifetime and at 50 her skin is not sagging so what harm can a tattoo do? Some say it will harm the young girls that care for Barbie. Warp them and make them feel unwanted, used and anorexic. We've already exposed children to so much junk what difference does a doll with outrageous proportions and tattoos make on society?
I had a Barbie and I still have self esteem and so do both of my girls. It's a doll not a gun. We sell temporary tattoo's for young children all the time. At fairs we promote face painting. Leave Barbie alone! Stop picking on her. Criticise a slinky.
http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/92343?fp=1
Give the girl a break and let her have her tattoo. She's had every other career in her lifetime and at 50 her skin is not sagging so what harm can a tattoo do? Some say it will harm the young girls that care for Barbie. Warp them and make them feel unwanted, used and anorexic. We've already exposed children to so much junk what difference does a doll with outrageous proportions and tattoos make on society?
I had a Barbie and I still have self esteem and so do both of my girls. It's a doll not a gun. We sell temporary tattoo's for young children all the time. At fairs we promote face painting. Leave Barbie alone! Stop picking on her. Criticise a slinky.
http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/92343?fp=1
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Happy Birthday Barbie
Barbie has hit the big five 0. And she looks fabulous. Still has her man, Ken and he still looks pretty good. I have heard that Barbie and Ken tied the knot but the depends on who you ask. My Barbie married her long time lover Ken and had many children. She always retained her girlish or perhaps goolish figure.
After all these years her breasts are still perky, pointy and extremely large. Her pencil size waist no hips (even after all those kids) and mile long legs without varicose veins are still shapely like a 20 year old. She has never,ever had botox or a face lift. And those to die for lashes surrounding her bright beady eyes. Her hair style has changed throughout the years according to her profession or lack of a profession. My Barbie stayed home occasionally and wore a checkered apron.
My Barbie was also physically active: although her activities were always done in high heeled shoes. She never had a bicycle or a car until my oldest daughter was old enough to appreciate and enjoy a Barbie. And then she lived in a huge motor home. She wore boots and fringed jackets and was stuffed naked under the back seat of a red Vega station wagon.
When my younger daughter came along Barbie did not fare so well. She received many, many bad haircuts from an unprofessional hair stylist. The scissors my daughter used were not very sharp. She was beheaded, stuck with pins and tattooed with black permanent markers. My Little Pony fared better than Barbie. Strange how life is - now my younger daughter is a Barbie version herself. I wonder if she remembers how she desecrated the ever so popular Barbie?
Happy Birthday Barbie - you have survived and still live on as no other out of portion doll ever has. You need your own red carpet a tiara and a place in the Guiness book of record.
After all these years her breasts are still perky, pointy and extremely large. Her pencil size waist no hips (even after all those kids) and mile long legs without varicose veins are still shapely like a 20 year old. She has never,ever had botox or a face lift. And those to die for lashes surrounding her bright beady eyes. Her hair style has changed throughout the years according to her profession or lack of a profession. My Barbie stayed home occasionally and wore a checkered apron.
My Barbie was also physically active: although her activities were always done in high heeled shoes. She never had a bicycle or a car until my oldest daughter was old enough to appreciate and enjoy a Barbie. And then she lived in a huge motor home. She wore boots and fringed jackets and was stuffed naked under the back seat of a red Vega station wagon.
When my younger daughter came along Barbie did not fare so well. She received many, many bad haircuts from an unprofessional hair stylist. The scissors my daughter used were not very sharp. She was beheaded, stuck with pins and tattooed with black permanent markers. My Little Pony fared better than Barbie. Strange how life is - now my younger daughter is a Barbie version herself. I wonder if she remembers how she desecrated the ever so popular Barbie?
Happy Birthday Barbie - you have survived and still live on as no other out of portion doll ever has. You need your own red carpet a tiara and a place in the Guiness book of record.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Mucus Management
I've just hit day 8 of my couch/congestion/sore throat/bronchial mucus/cold and I feel like a zombie gone mad. I've tried just about every over-the-counter cure all I can find. I have tried my own concoctions and that of neighbors. I haven't slept all night in days. My nose is plugged and the smell of morning coffee still eludes me. My eyes are puffy and red but they match the end of my red raw nose. And I'm even using Puffs tissues. My mucus is disgusting and clumpy. My cough grates on my nerves like fingers running down a chalkboard. Funny thing is whiteboards have replaced the chalkboards.
I am no better off now after taking all of this stuff. It's been a week of hell. Isn't that the timeline - a week? Trying desperately to ward off a doctors visit with my own brand of medicine. Gullibility. Perhaps I should have taken the plunge and seen my doctor.
My pocketbook is a lot slimmer. Those over-the -counter meds do little to eradicate those nasty cold germs. It would have been cheaper to see my doctor.
Thinking about drug companies I'm sure they are not in a recession. Do-it-yourself medications are pricey and ineffective. Check out the pharmaceutical area in any store and it goes on for miles and miles. Cures for colds, backaches and so many other maladies. Big bucks are in the pockets of the manufacture but I'm still sick. Why do I buy all this STUFF? Why don't I get better at the 7 day mark?
It's good to know that I and so many others keep the drug companies in the profit zone.
I am no better off now after taking all of this stuff. It's been a week of hell. Isn't that the timeline - a week? Trying desperately to ward off a doctors visit with my own brand of medicine. Gullibility. Perhaps I should have taken the plunge and seen my doctor.
My pocketbook is a lot slimmer. Those over-the -counter meds do little to eradicate those nasty cold germs. It would have been cheaper to see my doctor.
Thinking about drug companies I'm sure they are not in a recession. Do-it-yourself medications are pricey and ineffective. Check out the pharmaceutical area in any store and it goes on for miles and miles. Cures for colds, backaches and so many other maladies. Big bucks are in the pockets of the manufacture but I'm still sick. Why do I buy all this STUFF? Why don't I get better at the 7 day mark?
It's good to know that I and so many others keep the drug companies in the profit zone.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Soul Searching
Spring is in the air - almost. There was a freeze warning last night and this is March. Hello - Mother Nature have you forsaken us Floridians? We don't like the cold.
Yesterday I noticed the delicate pink blossoms on my peach tree. If I check it out this morning will they be crumpled and frozen? Wait, I'm not stepping outside till the sun comes up and warms the earth and my soul. I have to do that thing called 'work' so checking on my buds will have to wait. Wait and see, wait and see, the story of my life lately.
Still battling with the constant lung infections and the downhill slide of my health. Trying, trying, trying to have a positive outlook - like my budding blossoms on my peach tree.
Repeat after me, "This too shall pass." But when? Tonight I shall walk outside and see if Mother Nature wacked my precious peach blossoms and my soul.
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