Sunday, February 12, 2012

DON'T SHOOT! I LOVED 'EM ALL!


Don't get me wrong.  I am not cold hearted and I care very much for those that I know and have known that are in the throes of addiction or have died as a result of that addiction.  My point is...Who is more important?  People that we personally know and have affected our lives in some way....or a super entertainer who has made millions, but chose a life of drugs and insanity? 

Music is a major part of my life.  I have memories of periods in my life that are sparked when I hear the great music of Elvis, Judy Garland, Janis Joplin, Michael Jackson...and yes, even Whitney Houston.  However, it's their MUSIC that I will remember and I just can't forget the lives they chose to live.  I cannot respect that drugs, alcohol and a path of destruction took all of their lives.   Before the deaths of these entertainers the media was full of stories, photos and clips showing the downward spiral of each.  The public was abuzz waiting for MORE sordid details and most had turned their back on these "idols".  But the minute they died, as a result of those same actions that had been discrediting them for months and years, they were all put on a pedestal.  All of a sudden their poor decisions were blamed on other people and circumstances.  They became saints that were brought to their untimely death(s) by "those people", not by choices they had made themselves.


 

Boy, am I going to make enemies with this week's blog!  Addiction is a force that I am very familiar with.  It has been, and still is, in my family most of my life.  I have seen these people that I love be enabled by other family members and I have heard the excuses made by them...and for them.  I believe in helping those that help themselves.  I'm not bitter and I'm certainly not one to turn my back on someone that needs help...and knows it.  The secret word to me is "knows".  The people in my life that were, and are, addicts have all been excellent in getting others to promote their lifestyle by blaming others.  Here's a quote I try to use on myself every day:

"I searched for the enemy that I could not see, when I looked in the mirror the enemy was me."

Until we see that we are our enemy and that others are not to blame for our faults we will always blame others for the bad things that happen to us. 

The life and times of mega entertainers and movie stars have never mesmerized me.  I have enjoyed many and admired some.  I do not live to see what one is doing today or what they are wearing.  I could care less who they were seen with last night.  What I DO care about are my friends and family members.  Are they well?  Are they having a hard time?  Is there anything I can do to help THEM?  If you passed by a simple human being who was drunk or out of their mind on drugs would you stop to help? Most would keep going and comment to ourselves or those in our company what a sorry piece of crap that person was.  But if that person was recognized as a "star" those same folks would be willing to risk their own lives to be the first one to help.  This just doesn't make sense to me.

Your star status, big car, fancy clothes, expensive jewelry or big house do not make you important to me.  It's what's inside of you that makes an impression on me.




Today's Facebook, newspapers, TV news and "tweets" are full of Whitney Houston's death.  We have watched in the past years her self-destructive behavior, abusive relationship and drug abuse.  Once with the voice of an angel, Whitney Houston chose a life that ruined her voice, her beautiful looks...and her family.  The minute news got out that she was dead the media and many people discarded every fact and put this woman on a pedestal, blaming Bobby Brown and her fame for her destruction.  Give me a break.  Yes, I am always sad to hear that one of our great entertainers is dead.  But, yes, I also see the choices they made that brought on their early death.  We ALL have problems.  We ALL have to find a way to deal with those problems.  It's the CHOICES that we make in order to handle these problems that will make or break us.

I have a childhood friend whose father was a smart and funny man...but a hopeless and sometimes mean alcoholic.  He was found dead at the base of his bathroom commode due to complications from his alcoholism...pretty much like Judy Garland AND Elvis Presley.  Once the stories died down after his funeral I rarely heard the man's name mentioned again.  Once a beloved father, his memory is now thrown in a closet and not spoken of.  Too bad he wasn't a movie star...it could have all been made to seem glamorous and his family, friends and profession could have been blamed for his death, rather than the poor choices he made in how to handle life. 

In my lifetime I have met quite a few movie stars, two US Presidents and many singers.  It was always a thrill to meet and interact with them at the time, but I don't have photos and memorabilia spilling out of my home boasting about it.  Instead, I have photos and memorabilia regarding my life with friends and family.  These are the people that mean the world to me. 


Will my children and grandchildren remember me when I'm gone by the "famous" people that came into my life for whatever reason?....Or will they remember me for the good friends and fun times with family?  I sure hope they remember me for the latter....Because they are the ones who helped make me who I am.....But the bad things that I am are the result of poor choices that I made...I MADE...We choose what we allow others to do to us and how we respond.  I don't know about you...but I want to be the star in my family's life!  Remember, it's the help of your friends that get you by....Not time spent going ga ga over somebody else's "glamourous" life.


So..Until we meet up on that heavenly stage...Just keep your family and friends close...And keep on dancin'!

Kristyemac



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Monday, February 6, 2012

VALENTINE'S DAY WILL SOON BE HERE...AND OVER!


Oh, how I LOVE this song.  However...gettin' old and not having a Valentine sucks!  Every store I go into has big red heart boxes of chocolates, mushy cards...roses wrapped in celophane.  Commercials on TV are all about celebrating your love on Valentine's Day. 

It's been years since I truly celebrated Valentine's Day..other than to get something cute for LouLou.  It's a day for me to get over as quickly as possible..looking forward to the Spring and dancing out some frustration.  Thanks goodness I'll be working this year...won't be too much time to reflect on Valentine's past and wondering who's getting something special on this day for lovers.


Let's get this straight...I was NEVER a loose woman!  But I fondly remember the year that three different arrangements of roses were delivered to me from three different gentlemen!  I must say that the smile didn't leave my face for days and days...mostly because of the looks on my employees faces, wondering what the boss lady was up to in order to receive such a generous bounty.  I wasn't up to anything..other than being young(er), single (still) and a size 2 (no longer)!  Shoot...I'm smiling now, just thinking about it!

Yeppers....Methinks Valentine's Day is for the younger generation...The sweet thrill of your heart fluttering when you see someone special coming towards you and dreaming of that perfect future together.  Or even younger when we could carefully pick out that perfect little card from the box you bought at Pope's 5 & 10 to send to your secret heart throb...Hoping they would notice and pull your hair or something on the playground. 



When I was little the best Valentine to have was Bert Hood.  Bert was the sweetest thing and always had a flower or two and a kinda mushy card.  We sparked on and off from about first grade til third.  I sure hope he's still that mushy with his forever Valentine today.  He set a high standard for the other fellas to follow!

Remember when the teacher would give us all two pieces of red construction paper and we'd staple them together to make our Valentine card folder?  We'd decorate it all up with crayons, put our name up on the top....And then all of the classroom walls would be full of those folders hanging there...Just waiting for February 14th to see who put a card in there for you.  Back then, those little boxes of Valentine cards always had a couple just for your teacher.  I remember taking my time to pick out just the right one for MY teacher.   Until her death, my mother would still remind me of the year I gave one to Miss Banks (my third grade teacher) that I signed "from your scholar".  Heck, I didn't know scholar meant really smart...I just thought it sounded cool!

Even back in the day, there were the popular kids and the unpopular kids.  Some of the popular ones were a bit snooty and gave their valentine's only to the kids in their inner circle.  Some of the have nots didn't have the money to buy the cards to give in the first place.  I remember looking around the room on February 14th and seeing the looks on some of the faces when their little folder only had a very few cards in it.  Some of these kids had spent the time to make their own cards out of notebook paper or leftover pieces of construction paper.  These are the kids that had the TRUE spirit of Valentine's!  Everybody in the class always got a card from me!  It's sad that some people got (and get) pleasure from seeing that sad look on someone else's face.  Yes, Valentine's Day can be cruel....but yes, it can also be exhilirating when it's taken on as a Happy Valentine's Day mission!



Yep...those made by my friends who didn't have store bought Valentine's were (and still are) my favorite!  I still have a box full of those cards...Gonna have to pull 'em out and look at 'em again REAL soon.



Oh, well....Valentine's Day is coming whether I'm ready or not!  Are YOU ready?  Do YOU have a special Valentine?  Better get those boxes of candy, bouguets of roses and mushy cards early...It's going to be over before you know it....I hope so, anyway!  But I'm gonna wear red to work on the 14th, just in case....And put on some lipstick!

And, Bert.....Wherever you are....HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

Until next time....Keep on dancin'!



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Thursday, January 12, 2012

LET THE LITTLE GIRL DANCE


I love my job....I am thankful for my job....But you know what I miss?  Yep...Those that know me know exactly what I miss!  Fas' Dancin'.  For 50 years my #1 stress reliever has been to find me some folks and some music and dance til' the music stops.  Right now there's no time to dance.  I think I'm becoming a tad bit crotchety.  I think I need to dance!  Dancing keeps me from biting folks.  Now, you know I don't mean REALLY biting folks...but losing my patience...and that's not me.

Looks like I'm gonna have to find the energy to hit the streets of OD.  Mid-Winter (a "shag" thing for those of you that don't know what Mid-Winter is) comes to OD this weekend.  This old lady has gotten herself in a rut and has been coming home and hittin' the hay around 8:00 every night.  On my days off I've been catching up on all the personal things I haven't had time for lately and STILL hit the hay early.  Methinks this weekend I'll seek out some Geritol and take my dance card downtown.  I'll let you know how it works out!


Gonna put my dancin' shoes on and head right out....Gonna find me some of those old men that still like to cut a rug to some good ol' rhythm and blues.  I'm gonna 1and2, 3and4, 5-6 from one end of OD to the other.  Heck, I might even get Mr. Pug to get in the sand and dance for all of ya' on the OD Pavilion webcam.  You might want to check it out over the weekend...You never know.


Mid-Winter SOS used to be about folks coming together for the love of the dance and music without the crowds of regular SOS.  You had to be a bonafide member of a shag club...a kind of thank you for your patronage during the Fall and Spring SOS events.  The "big gun" dancers would always show up and there'd be some mighty fine dancin'!  Now it's just another BIG party, with lots of folks that have no idea what it's really all about.  Don't get me wrong...I am thankful for the revenue Mid-Winter brings to our clubs, restaurants and the City of NMB.  But as we have gotten older, the crowds are not as appealing and there's no room to dance the way we like to dance.  There's no respect on the dance floor.  Folks are standing on the dance floor sippin' their drinks...talking and having a good time...taking up the room for the serious dancers. 

In the old days there was R E S P E C T on the dance floors of OD.  Three or four couples would hit the floor and everybody would watch.....Next song three or four different couples would hit the floor. ....We enjoyed watching as much as we did dancing....Knowing that eventually it would be OUR turn!  During the big events now it's more about the drinking and partying than the dancing.  Can you tell I have strong opinion of this?  I know, I know....we can't go back in time...But I sure do wish folks would remember this is a dance event...A "fas' dancin'" event...and show some respect.  How are you gonna see some of the greats do steps you've never seen before, to return home and practice what you've seen in the hopes of struttin' YOUR stuff the next big weekend?

Yessiree Bob...I think I'm gonna de-stress a little this weekend.  I'm fillin' that little dance card now.  Just holler and I'll put you on it!  We're gonna have a good ol' time!  And I'm gonna go back to work on Monday with a smile on my face and feelin' a little lighter on my feet.  Come on guys...Kristyemac is ready for ya!



And paleeeeeeeeze.....Save the last dance for me!



See ya' next week....and remember...if all else fails...JUST DANCE!

Kristyemac


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