That’s it for me for a couple of days (promise). I hope she gives me the intellect to quiet my mind tonight. Try something new! Today’s colour is yellow. The Aquarius Moon tells us to say no to the rules that were set in place by the Capricorn Moon. Tonight we are under the Aquarius Moon, almost through the 4th quarter. Yup, that would explain the waking up and wanting to correct my writing. It’s about work, rather than play and dotting our i’s and crossing our t’s. Whew! It’s been a chatty weekend, hasn’t it? The Capricorn Moon? It’s the “right thing to do” Moon (see above – hello, correction). Here’s hoping for a better night’s sleep. We need to keep that certain friend happy – I’ve known her a long time and she knows waaayyy too much about me. □ I’m thinking dinner with that friend is in order. All of a sudden, February is getting better. “And now for something completely different!”ĭid you know that February 18th is National Drink Wine Day!? Thank you to a friend and reader (yay!) who pointed that out to me. “Moooommmmyyyyy, you have to take it to work with youuuuu, it’s going to die if we leave it at hooooome”. But I didn’t! Could have been worse – didn’t do Pac Man or Transformers. I just wanted to throw myself out the window. Waking up on a Saturday morning to “I love you, you love me, we’re so happy…” blah, blah, blah. I know! It’s because I called the rodent stupid…Ĭut me some slack here – I did live through the “Barney” years with my daughter. Or the colour that day was brown and I didn’t wear brown…Now you think I’ve completely lost it. I probably could have gotten away without the correction now. Or that I’ve eaten magic beans – that was the Friendly Giant, wasn’t it? Or maybe that’s what I had for dinner? □ Perhaps the thought process isn’t all there, waking up like that. Or…they’re feeling sorry for me because this is what I think about. Now I’m thinking no one else caught this, or maybe they’re not reading it, or simply don’t care. Just in case you missed it: Happy Imbolc was the post. Sheri Lewis was the one with Lamb Chop! OK – GO BACK TO SLEEP. Wait, no…Chez Helene was (obviously) French and we didn’t know what the H-E-Double Toothpicks she was saying. Dressup – and I still think Finnegan was creepy. Whatsername on Romper Room had the mirror. It was almost better than finding a dime under your pillow left by the Tooth Fairy.Correction, correction: So I wake up in the middle of the night (because I can) thinking “Chez Helene didn’t have a magic mirror” (eye roll) OMG! “Chez Helene was the one with Lamb Chop” (Mmmmm, lamb chops). Magic Mirror, tell me today, have all my friends had fun at play?” That’s when the name calling started. And at the end of each show, there was the payoff: It was like kid crack and we sat there hypnotized - or walking on tin cans with strings attached to them to copy the fancy plastic shoe toys they hyped on the show, or bending and stretching and reaching for the stars or anything else that magnificent woman told us to do. Heck no, our parents originated the Electronic Babysitting System … and it was Romper Room. And Miss Mary Ann had the same name as my Mom, so I thought it was the grooviest thing ever.īack in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s most parents didn’t send the moms to work just to make money to pay for daycare. Apparently Romper Room was broadcast in all the US major markets, and even other countries (a damn franchise, can you believe it?!), but as a kid, I thought our Romper Room filmed in Oakland was the only magical Romper Room in the world. As a little kid I wanted to be on Romper Room about as much as I want to be on Wheel of Fortune now - which is a lot. There was a whole mess of little DO BEE’s on Romper Room each day romping around the sound stage. A DON’T BEE didn’t mind their parents and probably had to eat mush every day. We learned that from the big crazy bee on Romper Room. Good Romper Room DO BEE’s had manners and curtsied and all that crap. Or maybe it was because I wasn’t a good DO BEE. Why did she not see me? Did she only see children with common names? Why did my name have to be so damn exotic?!! Of course, by the time I got to the 8th grade there were three other Lisa’s in my class, so I don’t know what was so fancy about my name that Miss Mary Ann couldn’t see me. I would wait by that TV every day to hear my name, but all I ever heard was, “I see Sharon and Michael and Susie and Bobby … ” blah, blah, blah. She hosted a local TV show called “Romper Room” and at the end of each show she would look into her Magic Mirror where she could see wonderful children in their homes and would call them by name! Her name was Miss Mary Ann and she was smart and pretty and all the little children in the land loved her. When I was a little kid, there was a magical lady who appeared on TV every weekday morning.
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