Strike. Tag. You’re it.

When I was trapped in my mother-in-law’s sewing room on a warm summer day for eight hours I found trash (tons) and treasures. 

One (wo)man’s junk is another (wo)man’s treasure. 

That age old saying had me loading trash bags and boxes for never ending hauls to the dumpster.  King Ralph was on the move faster than I could sort through the hoard. That day was physically hard on me...that’s a story for another day, but I found one item that I knew would become an ongoing source of laughter to us girls. 

The. Doll. 

My girls are totally creeped by old dolls! So when I came upon a doll of no value I knew it was time the prank train began.  The doll is only made creepier by the exaggerated eye shadow, blinking eyes and blush, her poorly coiffed hair, along with her 1950s era under garments. The creepy doll started showing up in places none of us expected. 

The night we arrived home from Princess A’s wedding I was crawling in bed completely exhausted when I noticed the doll staring at me. The doll had been wedged behind the wall mounted TV, it’s creepy head staring at me. 

The doll has been tucked into beds, left in a car’s backseat...and today I stuffed it in M’s puppy’s tote bag. 

It was hours after M was home that I got a text with the picture of the creepy doll and the word “bitch” typed below. I just laugh. 

Till dolly strikes again. 

You’ve Got to Live With A Smile

I often wonder these days how people can let self created anger and despair rule their life, emotions, ability to function.... 

I question why people believe physical things, instead of memories keep a person “alive.” (I’m not talking genuine memento like a family heirloom). 

Why holding onto useless, unwanted items has meaning, but no purpose.  It’s such a sad, sad state of being to be stuck in...such a dark place...to chose to be weighed down by physical items. To think, to believe, all those items will weigh down the very thing(s) that is altering the ability to live, really live, live with genuine happiness and purpose in life. 

This is exactly what we don’t feel...this exactly how we don’t live our lives here in our meager castle. This is, however;  how people we are directly connected to are living their lives. Because of this, their saddened state has put us in a turmoiled holding pattern. 

To alienate one’s self and make everyone else desire to alienate themselves from you can make for a lonely life. 

To die young and tragic I can see stunting life. To have lived long with unhealthy life practices should not be viewed as tragic or unexpected. 

Where there’s life death is the inevitable. 

Where there is life, live...with purpose, with understanding, with joy. 

While some are over in a corner with the lights off, you’ll find King Ralph and I, and our princesses, out exploring the light of the world.  

You have to live with a smile to die happy. 

Just saying.