Monthly Archives: July 2009

Barbie turned 50!

Some people cheered and recalled fond memories of growing up with her dolls, her car, her dream house, her water park, her horse, her friends, none of whom had clothes and who had magic marker on their faces because a little brother drew all over them.

Some people cheered because they’re collectors and you could hear the CHA-CHING! going off in their minds.

Some people didn’t care, one way or the other.

The rest of us…. got catty. Embracing the idea of “If you can’t say anything nice, sit next to me”, here we go!

The real 50 year old Barbie

The real 50 year old Barbie

Saturday Night Live did a great skit called Cougar Barbie: you can see it here! Please note that I’m pointing out it’s from SNL and is not for your kid, or anyone else who would prefer not to watch their humor!

My friend James lost his mom this Saturday.

She had been sick for a long time, but they thought she had more time than this.  She got to be at home, peaceful, in her own bed, with her family around her just like she wanted, but of course my heart goes out to him and his family.

Too many of my friends have lost their moms in the past year; James is also in the sad club of being an orphan now too.  He told me that it hit him on Saturday: “this is the feeling that Erin talked about.  It’s horrible!”  That feeling, like my aunt put it, that no one’s behind you now.  That person who worries and thinks about you like no other person is gone.  It doesn’t matter how old you are when it happens or how much you had to take care of them; it’s an empty spot that doesn’t get filled again.

He said he all of sudden remembered, as he held his mom’s hand, how I had wished I could have gotten one more Mom hug, so he leaned down and hugged his mom that last time so he could keep it in his memory.  He also whispered, “Mom, if this is what you want, if you’re tired of fighting, it’s okay to go to sleep now.  You don’t have to stay for me.”  She passed away a little while after that.

I hope this is the end: no more losses.  We have enough hurting hearts to last a very long time.

We’ll Miss You Gidget, The Taco Bell Dog

You’ve heard of LOLCats and LOLDogs: now giving you LOLCelebs!

Okay, who’s complaining that I haven’t shown a real celeb yet, just fictional characters?  Well, here you go:

They have so many good ones, I hate to stop!  But let’s leave it at this:

Someone I work with passed away suddenly.

Told his wife he was going outside to bring in his trash cans, had a sudden, massive coronary, and was gone before his wife could reach him.

We’re all shell shocked here.  You tell someone on Friday to have a good weekend, see you on Monday…. and that’s it.   It’s so unreal.  I feel like he’s on vacation…

… or at least I did until I walked by his station and they had packed up his things for his wife.

I talked to Tom so many times here and shared a lot of laughs, stories, and griping about our jobs. 🙂  I walk at lunch for exercise, and when I would do it around the warehouse in bad weather, he’d make some joke about picking up the pace.  Some people here, though, worked with him for over 20 years or stood side by side with him every day, and they’re feeling it a lot worse than me.

Tom is a perfect example about how the good are gone too soon, and how unfair that is.  I will miss him, his smile, his laugh, and his being a person who is there when you need him.

And if I feel that way, I cannot imagine what his family is going through.  It’s one of the things that keeps going through my mind.  That John could tell me he’s going out to his car to get something…. and that would be it.  I’ve teased John in the mornings if I say “I love you” and he kind of mumbles or is busy doing something and doesn’t say it back.  “What if this is the last time you see me?” I’ve said  to him.

What if….

You think you’ll grow old together and look back on the life you’ve built that you couldn’t have done separately.

But what if….

The other thing that strikes me is hearing everyone who has even the smallest, good story about Tom.  How they didn’t know him, but he heard they needed boxes for moving and brought great ones from our warehouse for them.   How he sat at lunch and talked with them, how he had a smile and a story….  how he donated so much time, effort, and love to youth organizations, how he made a difference in this world.

It’s made a couple of us wonder: what will people say about us?  My mom left behind decades of charity work, of reaching out and touching people’s lives, and helping people sorely in need.  Tom leaves a legacy of his works too.

The few of us who talked about it joked “Oh no, I can just imagine what people will say when I’m gone!”  But I know I’m wondering: what can be said about my life.

I can say this about Tom Graham, even knowing him the little bit that I did: he was a good man, a person who made a difference, and he’s really missed.  He should have had more time and my heart goes out to all the people who are hurting because he’s gone.

Next question: when you think flaky playwright, who do you think of?

Right again, me!

I’ve been bumped up to the part of Penny in the play You Can’t Take It With You. I mentioned this show a couple of posts ago; John and I are in it with the 2nd and Vine Street Players at the Eagle Theatre in Hammonton, NJ.   Now that I’m playing Penny, it’s only the second time we’ve played a couple in all the years we’ve done shows together.

The woman playing my daughter is the same age as me!  Snicker, talk about starting young.  If this was a sci-fi production, she’d be my clone. 😉

I’ll miss playing drunk though!  But I’m still looking forward to a fun time!

Remember how you thought you had great taste?

When you were a kid and a teen, and made snide faces at your parents’ shows and music?  Or you do it now?  Like my post where we got all snotty about kids’ cartoons because we had Bug Bunny, Daffy Duck, and so many great shows.

Then we remembered we watched Sigmund and the Seamonsters, not to mention Land of the Lost…


I was looking for music while I was exercising and came across this:  I forgot I had it — actually I haven’t thought about this song in forever….

And I’ll admit it, a part of me is happy listening to it again, so put it down under Guilty Pleasures with a lot of other things!

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