Well Darlings I did it!!
In the midst of everything, I made a very serious commitment!! To a 4 pound ball of fluff!
All right Possums let me start from the beginning. 2 months ago my dear, sweet friend Betty’s cat, Tigger, passed away (20 years old the poor little creature was) and after a couple of weeks, Betty was feeling very lost, so I suggested that we go to one of the shelters or adoption programs to find the one kitten that felt that it would belong to Betty.
But try as we might there was nothing! And I have to confess, seeing all those lost little kitties and doggies just broke my heart. There was so much love at these places just waiting to be given a home.
Betty (rightfully) insisted that there had to be a “special connection” otherwise it was not right. I certainly could not argue with that logic and it was dear Betty’s feelings I was considering. While we were having a light lunch someone had left a local newspaper about a shelter accepting applications for volunteers, and that the volunteers would be trained.
Betty called for the hours the shelter was open and then said to me “Let’s go there after lunch, its close by.” So I agreed, hoping that Betty would find the little life that would fill the empty void in her heart (Betty has children but they all live out of state because of their jobs).
So we arrived and I saw that this shelter was accepting applications for volunteers as well as donations. I asked about donations to help out with the animals waiting to be adopted, which they told me about as Betty went to the back area to look among the cats and the kittens. After a few minutes Betty came breathlessly back and said I had to look at this kitten---well there it was, a little thing with deep green-yellow eyes, and it put a paw out to Betty as she approached. Betty then asked me to approach this kitten’s cage and I did but the kitten totally ignored me, its green-yellow eyes completely focused on Betty.
“She’s the one! Oh she’s such a flirt!” Betty exclaimed. I couldn’t agree more, the little thing is beauty, alert, and appeared to have a sharp intellect. She was mostly white with a couple of dark brown spots, longish fur but not too long, and a long fluffy tail that the kitten would hold straight up like a flag. I was happy to see Betty happy.
While Betty was doing the paper work to adopt “Jezebel”, I noticed that I didn’t hear too much barking and asked if they had dogs or puppies waiting to be adopted, the attendant said that they only had a couple at the time, which for them was unusual and that one of them acted vicious, a pit bull that was being trained to fight when they rescued it. They were hoping for a member of a pit bull group to come soon and foster the dog to see if it could become adoptable.
I asked if there were any others and they said they only had one other in, so I took a look and there she was, the smallest, saddest, folornest little creature I had ever seen.
She was a cross between a Pomeranian and Chihuahua with reddish blond hair, not quite as fluffy as a Pom, but tiny. She was curled up on the small bath rug that was provided, I could tell that this was a comedown for her; she looked up at me with eyes that didn’t hold out much hope but not devoid of interest. I went back and asked the attendant what was the history behind the little dog and was told that her elderly owner had died suddenly over a month ago, there were no relatives to take it in as the owner had died alone and had not made any provision for the future care of the little thing, she was three years old, had all it’s shots, in excellent health, house broken and a lovely disposition, but not a good match for a family with active children, which pretty much left the little thing alone since all that was coming in were families with children that was looking for an active family oriented pet.
The Lawyer and executor of the late woman’s will gave specific instructions that the dog was to be adopted and not put to sleep and that there were funds to pay for the board and care of the little thing until it was adopted. I went back and looked at her again and this time she looked at me with more interest, ----dare I? Should I?
Just then a very large and loud man and his wife came in to look at the animals waiting to be adopted; his voice was so loud that I could see the little thing recoil. Looking at the man’s wife she looked like she had been brow beaten over many years.
They were about to look at the little thing and I spoke up and said “I’m sorry but I’m adopting her, I just have to put in the paper work” and quickly went to the attendant and said I’m adopting the little dog. The attendant didn’t waste any time went and brought out the dog and put her into my arms, all the while the loud man was blustering about the dog, but the attendant was firm that I was adopting the dog and that the other one was not up for adoption.
The man continued to be loud until I said “Sir, your life must be very busy with your job and your home life, I suggest that you not adopt any animal that would require a long term commitment, it may not meet your requirements and instead think of installing a pond for Koi, you may find it more satisfying.”
He looked at me dumbfounded but was quiet and taking my courage and working my charm I said “You appear to be a person who loves beautiful, graceful things, yet you need to be free to go and enjoy such beauty as well as attending to business and family which I’m sure make great demands on your time. Having a dog or cat would tie you down, you couldn’t give it the proper attention that a busy person like yourself has to deal with, but a pond to breed and raise beautiful Koi would be perfect for your aesthetic tastes and values and the amount of time and commitment that you could provide.” I was more than surprised that it stopped his bluster, and he began to preen himself muttering something about how busy and important he was.
With further discussion and nudging (on my part and my noticing a smile and a look of relief on his wife’s face) he agreed that something like that would be perfect since he was planning to expand their green house, and a Koi pond would be a perfect addition especially since in the green house it could be enjoyed year around, he could see the value in it and they left in their Mercedes.
Betty and the attendant looked at me with amazed looks and even I could feel myself in shock at having that kind of courage to try that ploy on that man, but Diva’s need to have that kind of courage.
I then realized my decision was the right one when I felt a soft, gentle, wet lick on the side of my cheek, possibly removing some of my make-up. I looked into the now bright eyes and happy face of my little ‘Cinderella’ pooch that proceeded to give me another quick, gentle lick on the tip of my nose, which left me laughing. I looked further at the little thing and realized she needed serious grooming and wondered who would be best for her, not having had this situation before; fortunately the attendant who was putting the paperwork together for our formal adoption was able to give me that information.
It seems that the Lawyer had provided a list of the vet and grooming services that had been working on her, “Well” I said “We are going to have to make you into a little Princess again.” and the attendant said, “How did you know her name was Princess?”
Over the next few days I took her into her vet and her groomer and introduced myself as “Princess’s New Mommy” (Oh that does sound so precious). She’s’ had her full check up and complete grooming from her tiny little head to her tiny little toes. (I know it does sound so Too-Too) and when she came out of the Doggie Beauty Parlor she acted like she knew that all was very right with the world.
So now Betty has her Jezebel who is the perfect fit for Betty, so sweet, and I have Princess; amazingly they get on very well when I take Princess with me to visit my dear friend. Right now in all her preened glory she sits next to me on her own chair and cushion as I write.
I make a regular donation to the shelter where I found my little Diva Darling as well as to the local SPCA. My little princess now goes with me everywhere in her little carryall. I was concerned that my housekeeper Juanita would be upset about my bringing a dog into my newly purchased house but the minute she saw her, soft words of endearments flowed from Juanita’s lips and Princess is very happy with her as well. More than once I’ve spotted them playing catch and Juanita sneaking to her tempting tid-bits. Hmmm, I think I’m going to have to watch Princess’s weight.
Ellen Degeneres and the Iggy situation helped make people aware that there is a lot of love to be adopted at the SPCA and the local animal shelter, but always be sure that it is the right fit for you.
My days are made even more interesting because of this little ball of fluff, she listens to my thoughts and offers her opinions and has the joie de vivre of life, my friends include her in all our adventures, she adores riding in my mustang “Ms. Wicked” and Bill’s Packard. She relaxes when I play the old songs, dances to Dean Martin, loves to curl up in my lap when I watch an old movie and sits right in the middle when my friends come over for hors d’oeuvres, good wine and sparkling conversation, She has become quite the Diva Darling that she deserves to be.
So now my Housekeeper Juanita has gone to join her very large family for Thanksgiving festivities. So I won’t see her for the next 4 days, she has been so excited about seeing her family.
I and Princess are getting together with Bill and Irma and Irma’s sister Iris and Bill and Betty---my goodness two Bills and they are Packard enthusiasts! Just love it! So we are going to have a delightful Thanksgiving dinner at Betty’s home, with other good friends.
All I can say Darlings is that Life for us Divas’ is Good.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving to one and all and Remember Diva’s there is a lot to be Thankful for and to also spread the blessings around to those that are not so fortunate, the Holiday Season is a very hard time to those that are not so lucky as we are.
This Diva signing off thinking of cranberry sauce and stuffing and knowing that she will have to pay for it at the gym. ***sigh****
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Time to bring you up to date Darlings,
I think Darlings that it is time that I have brought all of you up to speed on what has happened in this Diva’s life.
I told you that I bought a new car “Miss Wicked” and was in the process of selling my old home and buying a new one.
Well there was a bidding war for my home, most unusual, I didn’t expect it but a husband and wife (both doctors) with two children (boy 6, girl 4) finally laid claim to it. We worked out a very happy arrangement.
Most of the furniture that I had I was happy to sell with the exception of some personal pieces, I have this beautiful Art Modern Vanity table and chair made of solid Maple that was lighten, that has a very unusual shape. It was a piece that I insisted on purchasing, even though my late husband despised it, he claimed it was too, too decadent, poor prude.
But in my previous maudlin state I told you a bit about my marriage to him, not a bad one really when you consider the number of abused women that have to suffer the tortures of the damned.
But enough of that Possums. Well while I was waiting on who would purchase my house and selling off (thanks to an excellent antique dealer that I know) what I didn’t want, I closed the deal on Iris’s house---a very simple arrangement really, had a team of workmen in there to spruce it up with paint and lay down new cedar in the closets, check out the plumbing, bought a new stove, dishwasher, refrigerator, washer, dryer. Just so much FUN!
In the mean time I had my housekeeper Juanita and her daughter Constance store for moving my wardrobe---and it was a good thing it was a team effort, there were things I decided I didn’t want. Constance was eying this evening gown that I couldn’t make up my mind about and I decided that I didn’t want it, so I asked her if she would like it (we’re the same size) and she did. So since Constance was my size we came to a very happy arrangement. I told her that if there was something that didn’t look good on her to take it to this high-end consignment shop and she could get extra money for it.
But the evening gown---It looked so beautiful and right for her----I told her she better keep it for special events. When her husband Manuel came into the room he was dumfounded, his mouth just hung open and then a big smile came on his face, and he said to her in Spanish “You are so beautiful, this makes you look like a Queen, an Angel”
Well even more things turned out just right---Poor Juanita told me that the rent on her small apartment was being raised and couldn’t afford the increase, but that Constance and Manuel wanted to take her in but things would be very crowded I told them that there is a Maid’s room at the new house and if Juanita wanted to she could move in there.
Well we all went over to the new house, (I had to check on the workmen anyway) and showed Juanita the room with its own bath. It’s view out onto the lagoon, and Juanita said that it was larger than her own apartment---- Darlings that even shocked me!
Right away we made arrangements, I talked to the workmen and told them the next room to be painted was Juanita’s and we set about choosing colors (really Juanita did I wanted it to be her choice).
Now my Dear’s where is this all going----simple----it’s a wise Diva that can take a situation and make it so that by benefiting others it also benefits you. By having Juanita move into the new house, she would be saving money on rent; her daughter knew that she would be safe. I was guaranteed that someone would be watching the house when I traveled. And Constance and Manuel would be able to help me on the property from time to time. And I could rely on them. Juanita would avoid that horrible commute and feel more relaxed and refreshed and she could park her car in the three car garage, which still left enough space to store things like extra linens or holiday decorations.
So after the workmen painted Juanita’s room, her family helped her move in, and once the workmen were completely done working on the house, I had a landscaper come in and work on improving the landscape---I decided on roses, very fragrant roses.
Then Irma and I went to Thomasville and I bought the selected pieces of furniture from the Bogart Lux Collection that I wanted. Dears the Bedroom piece with the curved headboard and matching end tables was a perfect match to my vanity table. I just knew I was on the right track. All so Art Deco to Art Modern, and then it was new bed linens, and everything else.
I’m still decorating the place, although I love the dinning room chairs I was not happy with the dinning room table, so I’m still looking for a table.
But Darlings I’m happy, comfortably ensconced in a home I adore, I sold the one that was too big for me but perfect for the family that bought it (just know that now it will be a happy home)---made a nice little bundle on the antique furniture that my late---but not very lamented husband had purchased.
And now I’m going to the Art Deco Show that will be offered in December---two days worth of looking and choosing, I don’t know what I’m going to find---but it will be fun looking for it.
Happy?? You can never be too old to be Happy and live your life and your dream, remember that Darlings.
Now I must dress, we are planning to go to Bix’s. Should be fun.
Kisses Darlings, until later, dream expensive dreams.
I told you that I bought a new car “Miss Wicked” and was in the process of selling my old home and buying a new one.
Well there was a bidding war for my home, most unusual, I didn’t expect it but a husband and wife (both doctors) with two children (boy 6, girl 4) finally laid claim to it. We worked out a very happy arrangement.
Most of the furniture that I had I was happy to sell with the exception of some personal pieces, I have this beautiful Art Modern Vanity table and chair made of solid Maple that was lighten, that has a very unusual shape. It was a piece that I insisted on purchasing, even though my late husband despised it, he claimed it was too, too decadent, poor prude.
But in my previous maudlin state I told you a bit about my marriage to him, not a bad one really when you consider the number of abused women that have to suffer the tortures of the damned.
But enough of that Possums. Well while I was waiting on who would purchase my house and selling off (thanks to an excellent antique dealer that I know) what I didn’t want, I closed the deal on Iris’s house---a very simple arrangement really, had a team of workmen in there to spruce it up with paint and lay down new cedar in the closets, check out the plumbing, bought a new stove, dishwasher, refrigerator, washer, dryer. Just so much FUN!
In the mean time I had my housekeeper Juanita and her daughter Constance store for moving my wardrobe---and it was a good thing it was a team effort, there were things I decided I didn’t want. Constance was eying this evening gown that I couldn’t make up my mind about and I decided that I didn’t want it, so I asked her if she would like it (we’re the same size) and she did. So since Constance was my size we came to a very happy arrangement. I told her that if there was something that didn’t look good on her to take it to this high-end consignment shop and she could get extra money for it.
But the evening gown---It looked so beautiful and right for her----I told her she better keep it for special events. When her husband Manuel came into the room he was dumfounded, his mouth just hung open and then a big smile came on his face, and he said to her in Spanish “You are so beautiful, this makes you look like a Queen, an Angel”
Well even more things turned out just right---Poor Juanita told me that the rent on her small apartment was being raised and couldn’t afford the increase, but that Constance and Manuel wanted to take her in but things would be very crowded I told them that there is a Maid’s room at the new house and if Juanita wanted to she could move in there.
Well we all went over to the new house, (I had to check on the workmen anyway) and showed Juanita the room with its own bath. It’s view out onto the lagoon, and Juanita said that it was larger than her own apartment---- Darlings that even shocked me!
Right away we made arrangements, I talked to the workmen and told them the next room to be painted was Juanita’s and we set about choosing colors (really Juanita did I wanted it to be her choice).
Now my Dear’s where is this all going----simple----it’s a wise Diva that can take a situation and make it so that by benefiting others it also benefits you. By having Juanita move into the new house, she would be saving money on rent; her daughter knew that she would be safe. I was guaranteed that someone would be watching the house when I traveled. And Constance and Manuel would be able to help me on the property from time to time. And I could rely on them. Juanita would avoid that horrible commute and feel more relaxed and refreshed and she could park her car in the three car garage, which still left enough space to store things like extra linens or holiday decorations.
So after the workmen painted Juanita’s room, her family helped her move in, and once the workmen were completely done working on the house, I had a landscaper come in and work on improving the landscape---I decided on roses, very fragrant roses.
Then Irma and I went to Thomasville and I bought the selected pieces of furniture from the Bogart Lux Collection that I wanted. Dears the Bedroom piece with the curved headboard and matching end tables was a perfect match to my vanity table. I just knew I was on the right track. All so Art Deco to Art Modern, and then it was new bed linens, and everything else.
I’m still decorating the place, although I love the dinning room chairs I was not happy with the dinning room table, so I’m still looking for a table.
But Darlings I’m happy, comfortably ensconced in a home I adore, I sold the one that was too big for me but perfect for the family that bought it (just know that now it will be a happy home)---made a nice little bundle on the antique furniture that my late---but not very lamented husband had purchased.
And now I’m going to the Art Deco Show that will be offered in December---two days worth of looking and choosing, I don’t know what I’m going to find---but it will be fun looking for it.
Happy?? You can never be too old to be Happy and live your life and your dream, remember that Darlings.
Now I must dress, we are planning to go to Bix’s. Should be fun.
Kisses Darlings, until later, dream expensive dreams.
One too many martinis and babbling~~~
Alright Possums, this Diva is feeling a little maudlin tonight, maybe one too many martinis.
Diva’s, sometimes one needs to do a bit of reflecting to see where life’s path has taken you, what was right or wrong with your decisions.
But you also have to be aware of the time frame and the perceptions of society of that time. When I was growing up, although my parents wanted me to think independently, make my own money and be financially independent, I was still growing up in an era where women were the dutiful house wives to make the home perfect for their husbands.
Such a conflict!! And such a pressure. Well after college, I was doing very well for myself in my investments making a very good income and I was very reluctant to share that with a husband, any husband.
But my Mother worried that I would be alone for the rest of my life and my Father had met a man who understood business especially from a legal standpoint and was moving up in the law firm that his own father had started. “A good catch” my Mother said, “Excellent Background and a good mind” my Father said----“Handsome” my friends said. But I thought “What is the problem?” then I realized and I talked it over with my Father----“Dad I don’t want to give over my money that I earn to him should we marry, what if there is something that doesn’t work out, I want to be independent just in case”
My Father was wise enough to see my point---he remembered his sister who committed suicide trapped in an abusive marriage and financially had no way out. So he talked to my erstwhile suitor and told him what the arrangements would be and this was before the age of “Pre-nuptial agreements”
So we married, during the honeymoon we came to even further verbal agreements, and I knew the marriage would be loveless and childless. Now a day’s people are quick to see a divorce but you have to remember Possums back then that would have been unseemly and I also knew that the connections that my new husband had would benefit my Father.
I didn’t like the house that he owned but he wasn’t going to sell it for my sake, he bought it for his own self importance.
So since he purchased the house and furnished it before we were married I had decided that there were battles worth fighting and those that weren’t. It’s a wise Diva that knows this.
Decorating the house that he bought was not worth fighting over, there was only one area that I held sway and that was my dressing room, personal sitting room and bath. It was an equitable arrangement. The only time we had an argument was over an Art Modern Vanity table that I bought, he thought it was decadent, I thought it was beautiful I told him that since it was going to be in my dressing room he didn’t have to see it.
Even he realized that there are times to retreat. And he needed me too. I am smart, witty, beautiful, knowledgeable, looked good on his arm, could raise money at charity functions, plan the perfect party, I was the perfect partner to his life.
He let me have my indulgences, my investment and own funds, my 1930’s movies and music, period clothing styles, some of my friends that had the same interests, performing in community theatre; as a matter of fact he made such theatre events a thing for staff and clients.
Oh please don’t misunderstand me, my husband was a good man, he just wanted things his way, and since I had the assistance of an excellent small staff to keep his house running it wasn’t too hard. It left me free to make my own personal investments (and investigations---most interesting story there).
All right I’ll come out with it, I knew that my husband had a mistress; I realized that after we had been married for nearly 20 years. Since he knew that we not commingle funds, there was a house fund, housekeeping and food fund, a bill paying fund and then his monies and mine, we put into the 4 initial funds and since he was the greater breadwinner he always put in more; if he insisted on a large party he would provide the extra money. If I wanted a little get together I paid for it.
He would buy me gifts, furs, jewelry etc. and had no problem with my clothing bill and we did have our medical and dental plan, he never denied me anything---and I knew why.
The Why was Miss 5 ft 5 inches; dark brunette hair, full lips, deep blue eyes, and a figure that was a knock out as they say, 25 years younger---and she kept him happy. But as I’ve always said it’s a wise Diva who knows where her husband stashes his extra money. And my investigations paid off.
One day I informed my husband that it would be a wise thing to do simple wills until we could think of how we wanted to set up a living trust. I pointed out that since I was in my late 40’s and he in his early 50’s it might be a wise move. We had no children (which would have been a blessing but that wasn’t to be) and except for my two siblings and his very elderly mother, we had no other close relatives and my siblings were well off anyway. I thought at first he would resist the idea, but then I could see the wheels in his mind clicking---hmmm wills, hmmm trust, hmmm mistress, hmmm wife.
I suggested that the wills be a temporary arrangement because he was doing a lot of traveling (by plane) until we had some free time to think it all over. Well it wasn’t until later that I found out that he thought that he would have enough time to later sign over some property, stocks and funds to his mistress while we were going to set up the trust and that he could do it secretly since he thought I didn’t know about his love nest arrangement.
But remember my Dear Future Diva’s Moi had been doing her investigations and knew where everything was buried, or comfortably ensconced.
(Am I being Catty---well-----Yes!)
So he thought that the wills would not be a problem until he could make his own private arrangements. (And how did I know that---why though his mistress’s Diary---I’ll explain that in a bit)
Now Darlings you have to understand I had no ulterior motive in mind, I just was aware that we had not made arrangements in case the unexpected happened. Of course my husband thought that he would never die, as a matter of fact he thought he would out live me since there was a background history of stroke and heart attacks in my father’s family, while his lived to very ripe old age, as a matter of fact his mother was still living in a very comfortable and expensive retirement community, the only reason why his father had died was an auto accident (coming home from His mistress’s place, like father like son they say) { Alright yes, Meeyooowl}
But even God has a very peculiar sense of humor, and the Devil takes his own. (Now remember Darlings he was in his own way a good husband, just a cold, sometimes difficult man to deal with and when I married him it was a different time and outlook)
Who would have thought that insuffient de-icing of the wings of a commercial jet airliner would bring our marriage to its final end? I remember kissing him before he flew off, and asked him to at least call to let me know what his return flight would be, then for the next week I went about my business, he would call briefly and up date me on events. Although once when he called I could clearly hear a female voice giggling faintly in the background. Oh well I thought, if he wanted to cheat on the both of us that was his choice, I’m the one with the marriage license.
What I didn’t known at the time is that he took his mistress with him, in a round about way after the plane crash I found out that he sent her by rail to New York for a shopping spree and she joined him a couple of days later, forwarding by UPS all her purchases, to the love nest, hmmm.
I do have to admit, when I found out that it was his flight that had crashed, I felt numb. I realized there wasn’t anything I could do until his remains were properly identified. But when I discovered her name on the boarding list, well then I knew as soon as possible I had to take action. His partners were dumbfounded that I knew where he kept everything and I took action through another legal firm to transfer all that which he had been planning to give to his now late mistress, into my name.
Do I sound cold? Sorry Darlings, but you have to remember I was not sure how I was going to do in my finances, I still had a house to pay off and staff to pay that were dependent upon me, as well as his outstanding bills. I didn’t love him really, but in my own way I was fond of him. And I respected his intelligence in legal and business matters, I learned from him really.
Getting information from his partners I told them that I knew about the mistress and through my investigative sources found out that she had parents and a younger sister and brother. The parents could afford to send the son to college but not the daughter, so Miss 5 ft 5 was sending extra money back to pay for her sisters’ college fund.
The parents could not afford to have the body shipped home but I told them a “little white lie” I said that Miss 5ft 5 was my husbands assistant and that the firm would make arrangements to transport her body home and pay for all the funeral arrangements---which through some arm-twisting they did (Remember Diva’s must be good with Arm Twisting) and though more arm-twisting had them pay out a sizeable amount to cover the money’s needed to pay the sisters’ way through college----we told the parents that it was part of the company insurance policy.
Alright why did I do that----she wasn’t a bad girl---in taking possession of the luxury apartment condo I discovered in a diary that she did care for my late husband, Hmmm I thought, from what I was reading he treated her like a pet that needed to be coddled and watched over---and she gave him complete devotion. Although she did have an ulterior motive, her sister’s college education. I couldn’t fault that---although I have to confess I did wish that he had given me at least half the affection that he gave her.
I destroyed the diary, made arrangements for her mother and sister to travel to her apartment to box and ship those personal items they wanted to keep. I told them to not worry about the lease on the apartment that my lawyer would make arrangements and that it would not be any financial outlay on their part. Again a little white lie, since I was the now legal owner, so why bother their heads about it.
My motive? Why darlings, even I could feel pity---I’m not heartless, I was angry but then in a way I realized that I had sold myself too many years before, but for other reasons---and I was the one with the marriage license. And I knew he would never leave me, things were too good. Remember Divas a married man will never give up his wife and if he does then can you trust him to be faithful? In her diary she constantly thought that he would leave me. Be careful Divas of lies to the heart, they are always false.
Even though this took place 12 years ago, things always remain the same.
I still get a card every Christmas from the sister----she is doing very well in her profession in, of all things, investment banking---hmmm.
His Mother, poor thing was very broken up, her only son, I knew that her care fell to me and I knew I had to do the right thing, she had been in my situation when she was married to my now late husband’s father. And she didn’t have the extra resources at her disposal that I had. She had to have her needs taken care of. Strangely enough we grew closer together, she shared many memories of her husband, her son, her life before them, her dreams she never realized, and she always wanted to be an artist, but her husband discouraged her in that, but I had seen her pencil sketches.
So one day I took her to an artist studio and had her discover water colors, eventually she had her own showing and her works sold very well. It gave her back some of the dreams that she had lost. She passed away in her sleep 5 years after, but feeling more fulfilled than before. Because I would have her over to the house I didn’t change a thing, I was concerned that it would upset her, after she passed away, I didn’t feel the need to have to change anything---why would I, I thought.
Until one day that long flight of stairs just became too much for me, I found myself with shortness of breath. Well a doctor’s examination and pills took care of most of that, but oh that long flight of stairs.
That is why Iris’s house is just so perfect, and I can be fully my own person as I want to be, maybe late in life but better late than never they say.
Oh my dear’s one should never drink more than 2 vodka martinis---all the memories come streaming back---and I have no idea why I blabbed all this to you, except maybe for all of you to learn from it. Always be careful and always remain independent.
Anon for now—this Diva is going to look for an aspirin.
Diva’s, sometimes one needs to do a bit of reflecting to see where life’s path has taken you, what was right or wrong with your decisions.
But you also have to be aware of the time frame and the perceptions of society of that time. When I was growing up, although my parents wanted me to think independently, make my own money and be financially independent, I was still growing up in an era where women were the dutiful house wives to make the home perfect for their husbands.
Such a conflict!! And such a pressure. Well after college, I was doing very well for myself in my investments making a very good income and I was very reluctant to share that with a husband, any husband.
But my Mother worried that I would be alone for the rest of my life and my Father had met a man who understood business especially from a legal standpoint and was moving up in the law firm that his own father had started. “A good catch” my Mother said, “Excellent Background and a good mind” my Father said----“Handsome” my friends said. But I thought “What is the problem?” then I realized and I talked it over with my Father----“Dad I don’t want to give over my money that I earn to him should we marry, what if there is something that doesn’t work out, I want to be independent just in case”
My Father was wise enough to see my point---he remembered his sister who committed suicide trapped in an abusive marriage and financially had no way out. So he talked to my erstwhile suitor and told him what the arrangements would be and this was before the age of “Pre-nuptial agreements”
So we married, during the honeymoon we came to even further verbal agreements, and I knew the marriage would be loveless and childless. Now a day’s people are quick to see a divorce but you have to remember Possums back then that would have been unseemly and I also knew that the connections that my new husband had would benefit my Father.
I didn’t like the house that he owned but he wasn’t going to sell it for my sake, he bought it for his own self importance.
So since he purchased the house and furnished it before we were married I had decided that there were battles worth fighting and those that weren’t. It’s a wise Diva that knows this.
Decorating the house that he bought was not worth fighting over, there was only one area that I held sway and that was my dressing room, personal sitting room and bath. It was an equitable arrangement. The only time we had an argument was over an Art Modern Vanity table that I bought, he thought it was decadent, I thought it was beautiful I told him that since it was going to be in my dressing room he didn’t have to see it.
Even he realized that there are times to retreat. And he needed me too. I am smart, witty, beautiful, knowledgeable, looked good on his arm, could raise money at charity functions, plan the perfect party, I was the perfect partner to his life.
He let me have my indulgences, my investment and own funds, my 1930’s movies and music, period clothing styles, some of my friends that had the same interests, performing in community theatre; as a matter of fact he made such theatre events a thing for staff and clients.
Oh please don’t misunderstand me, my husband was a good man, he just wanted things his way, and since I had the assistance of an excellent small staff to keep his house running it wasn’t too hard. It left me free to make my own personal investments (and investigations---most interesting story there).
All right I’ll come out with it, I knew that my husband had a mistress; I realized that after we had been married for nearly 20 years. Since he knew that we not commingle funds, there was a house fund, housekeeping and food fund, a bill paying fund and then his monies and mine, we put into the 4 initial funds and since he was the greater breadwinner he always put in more; if he insisted on a large party he would provide the extra money. If I wanted a little get together I paid for it.
He would buy me gifts, furs, jewelry etc. and had no problem with my clothing bill and we did have our medical and dental plan, he never denied me anything---and I knew why.
The Why was Miss 5 ft 5 inches; dark brunette hair, full lips, deep blue eyes, and a figure that was a knock out as they say, 25 years younger---and she kept him happy. But as I’ve always said it’s a wise Diva who knows where her husband stashes his extra money. And my investigations paid off.
One day I informed my husband that it would be a wise thing to do simple wills until we could think of how we wanted to set up a living trust. I pointed out that since I was in my late 40’s and he in his early 50’s it might be a wise move. We had no children (which would have been a blessing but that wasn’t to be) and except for my two siblings and his very elderly mother, we had no other close relatives and my siblings were well off anyway. I thought at first he would resist the idea, but then I could see the wheels in his mind clicking---hmmm wills, hmmm trust, hmmm mistress, hmmm wife.
I suggested that the wills be a temporary arrangement because he was doing a lot of traveling (by plane) until we had some free time to think it all over. Well it wasn’t until later that I found out that he thought that he would have enough time to later sign over some property, stocks and funds to his mistress while we were going to set up the trust and that he could do it secretly since he thought I didn’t know about his love nest arrangement.
But remember my Dear Future Diva’s Moi had been doing her investigations and knew where everything was buried, or comfortably ensconced.
(Am I being Catty---well-----Yes!)
So he thought that the wills would not be a problem until he could make his own private arrangements. (And how did I know that---why though his mistress’s Diary---I’ll explain that in a bit)
Now Darlings you have to understand I had no ulterior motive in mind, I just was aware that we had not made arrangements in case the unexpected happened. Of course my husband thought that he would never die, as a matter of fact he thought he would out live me since there was a background history of stroke and heart attacks in my father’s family, while his lived to very ripe old age, as a matter of fact his mother was still living in a very comfortable and expensive retirement community, the only reason why his father had died was an auto accident (coming home from His mistress’s place, like father like son they say) { Alright yes, Meeyooowl}
But even God has a very peculiar sense of humor, and the Devil takes his own. (Now remember Darlings he was in his own way a good husband, just a cold, sometimes difficult man to deal with and when I married him it was a different time and outlook)
Who would have thought that insuffient de-icing of the wings of a commercial jet airliner would bring our marriage to its final end? I remember kissing him before he flew off, and asked him to at least call to let me know what his return flight would be, then for the next week I went about my business, he would call briefly and up date me on events. Although once when he called I could clearly hear a female voice giggling faintly in the background. Oh well I thought, if he wanted to cheat on the both of us that was his choice, I’m the one with the marriage license.
What I didn’t known at the time is that he took his mistress with him, in a round about way after the plane crash I found out that he sent her by rail to New York for a shopping spree and she joined him a couple of days later, forwarding by UPS all her purchases, to the love nest, hmmm.
I do have to admit, when I found out that it was his flight that had crashed, I felt numb. I realized there wasn’t anything I could do until his remains were properly identified. But when I discovered her name on the boarding list, well then I knew as soon as possible I had to take action. His partners were dumbfounded that I knew where he kept everything and I took action through another legal firm to transfer all that which he had been planning to give to his now late mistress, into my name.
Do I sound cold? Sorry Darlings, but you have to remember I was not sure how I was going to do in my finances, I still had a house to pay off and staff to pay that were dependent upon me, as well as his outstanding bills. I didn’t love him really, but in my own way I was fond of him. And I respected his intelligence in legal and business matters, I learned from him really.
Getting information from his partners I told them that I knew about the mistress and through my investigative sources found out that she had parents and a younger sister and brother. The parents could afford to send the son to college but not the daughter, so Miss 5 ft 5 was sending extra money back to pay for her sisters’ college fund.
The parents could not afford to have the body shipped home but I told them a “little white lie” I said that Miss 5ft 5 was my husbands assistant and that the firm would make arrangements to transport her body home and pay for all the funeral arrangements---which through some arm-twisting they did (Remember Diva’s must be good with Arm Twisting) and though more arm-twisting had them pay out a sizeable amount to cover the money’s needed to pay the sisters’ way through college----we told the parents that it was part of the company insurance policy.
Alright why did I do that----she wasn’t a bad girl---in taking possession of the luxury apartment condo I discovered in a diary that she did care for my late husband, Hmmm I thought, from what I was reading he treated her like a pet that needed to be coddled and watched over---and she gave him complete devotion. Although she did have an ulterior motive, her sister’s college education. I couldn’t fault that---although I have to confess I did wish that he had given me at least half the affection that he gave her.
I destroyed the diary, made arrangements for her mother and sister to travel to her apartment to box and ship those personal items they wanted to keep. I told them to not worry about the lease on the apartment that my lawyer would make arrangements and that it would not be any financial outlay on their part. Again a little white lie, since I was the now legal owner, so why bother their heads about it.
My motive? Why darlings, even I could feel pity---I’m not heartless, I was angry but then in a way I realized that I had sold myself too many years before, but for other reasons---and I was the one with the marriage license. And I knew he would never leave me, things were too good. Remember Divas a married man will never give up his wife and if he does then can you trust him to be faithful? In her diary she constantly thought that he would leave me. Be careful Divas of lies to the heart, they are always false.
Even though this took place 12 years ago, things always remain the same.
I still get a card every Christmas from the sister----she is doing very well in her profession in, of all things, investment banking---hmmm.
His Mother, poor thing was very broken up, her only son, I knew that her care fell to me and I knew I had to do the right thing, she had been in my situation when she was married to my now late husband’s father. And she didn’t have the extra resources at her disposal that I had. She had to have her needs taken care of. Strangely enough we grew closer together, she shared many memories of her husband, her son, her life before them, her dreams she never realized, and she always wanted to be an artist, but her husband discouraged her in that, but I had seen her pencil sketches.
So one day I took her to an artist studio and had her discover water colors, eventually she had her own showing and her works sold very well. It gave her back some of the dreams that she had lost. She passed away in her sleep 5 years after, but feeling more fulfilled than before. Because I would have her over to the house I didn’t change a thing, I was concerned that it would upset her, after she passed away, I didn’t feel the need to have to change anything---why would I, I thought.
Until one day that long flight of stairs just became too much for me, I found myself with shortness of breath. Well a doctor’s examination and pills took care of most of that, but oh that long flight of stairs.
That is why Iris’s house is just so perfect, and I can be fully my own person as I want to be, maybe late in life but better late than never they say.
Oh my dear’s one should never drink more than 2 vodka martinis---all the memories come streaming back---and I have no idea why I blabbed all this to you, except maybe for all of you to learn from it. Always be careful and always remain independent.
Anon for now—this Diva is going to look for an aspirin.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Buying a new home---Diva Lux
Well Darings,
This Fabulous Diva is in a buying mood.
First a new car--(well I had to you know)
Now I'm house buying (sigh) Yes dears I know, I know interests rates are high, the market is not good----But dear Possums, I'm selling my old home, it is just way too big for Moi. I mean 4 bedrooms 4 1/2baths, a gigantic dinning room, 3 stories high---way too much for my bones.
Well I was planning to put it on the market anyway and fortunately for Moi I have 3 couples(all with children)that are very interested in it---it's just a question of who will come up to scratch- A good thing is they all have very excellent well-paying jobs.
I feel very bad for many people now a days---you have to earn at least $100,000.00 a year just to be able to buy a condo in California.
Now dear future Divas the point I want to make to all of you---before I go on bragging what I'm going to buy (yes dears I do admit to bragging)---you have to start working now to get the type of job you want to bring the income you want to buy what you want and still set enough aside to be able to retire on.
I was wise enough in my teens to realize that---fortunately my Father and Mother showed me how to invest---you can still think like a man and still be a lady---remember that.
Now what am I buying??
Moi has not been letting the grass collect under her feet----My dear friend Irma informed me that her older sister (much older I'm afraid in her 80's but still healthy) needs to go into an excellect care facility---a sort of board and care and as one gets more frail they will shift you to quarters that will meet the needs.
Of course such places do cost money---And Iris (Irma's sister) is very well off. Thank God and smart thinking for the future.
But where do I come into all of this? Simple Darlings---I'm buying Iris's home.
Now don't fret---it's perfect! All on one level, one very large bed room with the most fantastic bathroom a Diva could drool over---that Bathroom is very large with a whirepool bath (jacuzi I think it's called) And three huge Cedar lined walk in closets, perfect for the clothes horse Me.
One room just for jewerly.
Oh but the Bedroom---totally 40's and decadent---one whole wall is mirror paneled with beveled mirrors, floor to ceiling windows that look into a lagoon---of course there is privacy curtains. a three car garage with direct entrance into the entry way and another into the kitchen, a modest dining room, lovely living room with floor to ceiling windows, a lovely art deco inspiried fireplace. Pale hardwood floors thoughout the place.
An excellent kitchen---just need to update the stove and refrigerator---laundry room---maid's room with own bath---and a modest size library/office with its own little rose garden and fountain just out side the sliding doors---Heavy duty alarm system. Tile entry way. A deck on the lagoon, and visiting ducks, white egrets and other birds.
And it's totally earthquake re-inforced--even the mirrors.
So the paperwork is set up, as soon as my house is sold, Iris will receive her monies and I'll have a new home.
All right I know I'm bragging---but darlings look at it this way---my house too big for me but perfect for a growing family, Iris's lovely smaller home---designed for a Diva who is too tired to climb that many stairs.
And a bedroom beautiful enough to seduce ---well I'll let you think whom you want to seduce if you were Moi.
So now tonight---it's a lovely evening--Irma and her delightful husband Bill and I along with Kevin (Moi's date) are going to a wonderful resteraunt tonight in full evening regalia, and then drinks at a nice little jazz club. Possibly a little jaunt along the Great Hyway in Bill's wonderful 1930's Packard. Who knows what the evening will bring.
And tomorrow---well Irma and I are going to select furniture---I'm going for the Thomasville Bogart Lux collection---perfect I think for a Diva home. Then we'll visit Iris in her new place, we want to be sure she is comfortable and we'll take her out to this nice place that serves a wonderful tea.
Am I bragging my dears?? Of course I am---I'm shamless about that----but remember you can do it too. My dear friend Mean Kitty is working on something about investing, which is something you future Divas need to be aware of. If you want the Diva Life you must work at it.
Must go my dears---they will be here in an hour---until Annon.
This Fabulous Diva is slipping into her silver shoes and saying more later. Kisses Darlings.
This Fabulous Diva is in a buying mood.
First a new car--(well I had to you know)
Now I'm house buying (sigh) Yes dears I know, I know interests rates are high, the market is not good----But dear Possums, I'm selling my old home, it is just way too big for Moi. I mean 4 bedrooms 4 1/2baths, a gigantic dinning room, 3 stories high---way too much for my bones.
Well I was planning to put it on the market anyway and fortunately for Moi I have 3 couples(all with children)that are very interested in it---it's just a question of who will come up to scratch- A good thing is they all have very excellent well-paying jobs.
I feel very bad for many people now a days---you have to earn at least $100,000.00 a year just to be able to buy a condo in California.
Now dear future Divas the point I want to make to all of you---before I go on bragging what I'm going to buy (yes dears I do admit to bragging)---you have to start working now to get the type of job you want to bring the income you want to buy what you want and still set enough aside to be able to retire on.
I was wise enough in my teens to realize that---fortunately my Father and Mother showed me how to invest---you can still think like a man and still be a lady---remember that.
Now what am I buying??
Moi has not been letting the grass collect under her feet----My dear friend Irma informed me that her older sister (much older I'm afraid in her 80's but still healthy) needs to go into an excellect care facility---a sort of board and care and as one gets more frail they will shift you to quarters that will meet the needs.
Of course such places do cost money---And Iris (Irma's sister) is very well off. Thank God and smart thinking for the future.
But where do I come into all of this? Simple Darlings---I'm buying Iris's home.
Now don't fret---it's perfect! All on one level, one very large bed room with the most fantastic bathroom a Diva could drool over---that Bathroom is very large with a whirepool bath (jacuzi I think it's called) And three huge Cedar lined walk in closets, perfect for the clothes horse Me.
One room just for jewerly.
Oh but the Bedroom---totally 40's and decadent---one whole wall is mirror paneled with beveled mirrors, floor to ceiling windows that look into a lagoon---of course there is privacy curtains. a three car garage with direct entrance into the entry way and another into the kitchen, a modest dining room, lovely living room with floor to ceiling windows, a lovely art deco inspiried fireplace. Pale hardwood floors thoughout the place.
An excellent kitchen---just need to update the stove and refrigerator---laundry room---maid's room with own bath---and a modest size library/office with its own little rose garden and fountain just out side the sliding doors---Heavy duty alarm system. Tile entry way. A deck on the lagoon, and visiting ducks, white egrets and other birds.
And it's totally earthquake re-inforced--even the mirrors.
So the paperwork is set up, as soon as my house is sold, Iris will receive her monies and I'll have a new home.
All right I know I'm bragging---but darlings look at it this way---my house too big for me but perfect for a growing family, Iris's lovely smaller home---designed for a Diva who is too tired to climb that many stairs.
And a bedroom beautiful enough to seduce ---well I'll let you think whom you want to seduce if you were Moi.
So now tonight---it's a lovely evening--Irma and her delightful husband Bill and I along with Kevin (Moi's date) are going to a wonderful resteraunt tonight in full evening regalia, and then drinks at a nice little jazz club. Possibly a little jaunt along the Great Hyway in Bill's wonderful 1930's Packard. Who knows what the evening will bring.
And tomorrow---well Irma and I are going to select furniture---I'm going for the Thomasville Bogart Lux collection---perfect I think for a Diva home. Then we'll visit Iris in her new place, we want to be sure she is comfortable and we'll take her out to this nice place that serves a wonderful tea.
Am I bragging my dears?? Of course I am---I'm shamless about that----but remember you can do it too. My dear friend Mean Kitty is working on something about investing, which is something you future Divas need to be aware of. If you want the Diva Life you must work at it.
Must go my dears---they will be here in an hour---until Annon.
This Fabulous Diva is slipping into her silver shoes and saying more later. Kisses Darlings.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Buying a New Car--Diva Style
Well Darlings,
This Fabulous Diva, was in a bit of an upset. ****sigh****
My dear faithful white Cadillac Cimmeron died a final sad death. True the poor thing had been ailing but I thought after 20 years it could go a few years more.
Well I just had her tuned up, and was told she would pass smog, wonderful I thought, BUT----
I had parked her in front of my house, prior to going to do some shopping, but just as I was about to step out of the door the phone rings and I stop and listened to the answering machine just in case it was something I had to attend to immediately----telephone solisitations need not apply.
Well it was my Dear Friend Betty and she wanted to know if I could meet her for lunch and hoped I'd get her message, I quickly picked up the phone, had a nice chat with Betty made arrangements to met her for lunch and then went out side to my Cadillac and-----no Car!!!
Now before anyone accuses me of leaving my keys in the ignitition I can assure you that I did nothing like that. My key stays with me at all times and I do not leave the car running what with gasoline being so expensive (even a Diva MUST budget).
Now who would steal a 20 year old Cadillac??---well Darlings I called the police and a very nice (and handsome ***sigh***) police officer came and took the report plus I had a photo of the poor thing. So he did a BOLO---whatever that is---to be on the watch for it.
Just as we were about to say our goodbys, his radio comes back with a message----my Cadillac was in an accident!!!
It seems that it had been stolen by three teenagers who took it for a joy ride---no doubt being very happy that it had a full tank of gas-----One of them knew how to hot wire it or something--- and they wrapped it around a telephone pole, managed to get out of the car AND RUN AWAY!!
I cell phoned my friend Betty and said that Lunch was going to be postponed and why and the police officer took me to to scene.
***sigh***it was my car or what was left of it.
The police had a description of the thieves, it seems a passerby took a phone camera picture of them. So I'm having the legal system and my lawyer deal with it.
Remember dear future Diva's you must have a good lawyer to deal with these problems.
Oh I was soooo upset (that is putting it mildly) but thanks to dear Betty who came to my rescue,
She advised we go to Las Vegas for 4 days take in all the spa treatments the Bellagio has to offer and plan on buying my New Car.
So after consulting with my finances (which are in excellent shape)---it was all systems GO!
And I bought IT! She is totally decadent! I call her "Wicked" and she is---totally over the top and tacky and she is all MINE!!
She is a 2007 Ford Mustang Convertible----painted this deep burnished gold color, with a black cloth top, wood finished paneling where it counts---air conditioning, satillight radio, On Star, cd player, alarm locking system and leapoard print seats with black carpeting. And she will be fully MINE with just 3 more very hefty payments.
The mechanics LOVE detailing her. And there are some neighbors boys, all young teenagers that act like they would like to make love to her. Sorry Boys, but She's A Lady! for all her excessive trappings.
I am fortunate that I have a nice spacious garage to put her in. Already she's been to Santa Barbra, the Brookdale Lodge (ageing but relaxing), Carmel, and we are planning a little trip up to the Wine Country.
Before I even took her on her first trip, Betty and Bill and all my other friends said that I simply had to get new luggae, I said that what I had was fine, until I took a very serious look at what I had---worn out, zippers shot-fraying on the edges---
So Betty and I simply zipper over to San Francisco to the Samsonite shop and there they were in Black, the retro collection--PERFECT!! I felt like La Marlene all over again.
And darlings what about my poor cadillac? Well there was enough of her for some very serious salvage, I made arrangements and she was purchased and the money I donated to St. Jude's Hospital for children----well Dears altho there are naughty children out there, there are one's that do need that chance. And St. Jude's is the best chance for many of them.
Ta Taaaa for now, as I go zipping down the hyway.
This Fabulous Diva, was in a bit of an upset. ****sigh****
My dear faithful white Cadillac Cimmeron died a final sad death. True the poor thing had been ailing but I thought after 20 years it could go a few years more.
Well I just had her tuned up, and was told she would pass smog, wonderful I thought, BUT----
I had parked her in front of my house, prior to going to do some shopping, but just as I was about to step out of the door the phone rings and I stop and listened to the answering machine just in case it was something I had to attend to immediately----telephone solisitations need not apply.
Well it was my Dear Friend Betty and she wanted to know if I could meet her for lunch and hoped I'd get her message, I quickly picked up the phone, had a nice chat with Betty made arrangements to met her for lunch and then went out side to my Cadillac and-----no Car!!!
Now before anyone accuses me of leaving my keys in the ignitition I can assure you that I did nothing like that. My key stays with me at all times and I do not leave the car running what with gasoline being so expensive (even a Diva MUST budget).
Now who would steal a 20 year old Cadillac??---well Darlings I called the police and a very nice (and handsome ***sigh***) police officer came and took the report plus I had a photo of the poor thing. So he did a BOLO---whatever that is---to be on the watch for it.
Just as we were about to say our goodbys, his radio comes back with a message----my Cadillac was in an accident!!!
It seems that it had been stolen by three teenagers who took it for a joy ride---no doubt being very happy that it had a full tank of gas-----One of them knew how to hot wire it or something--- and they wrapped it around a telephone pole, managed to get out of the car AND RUN AWAY!!
I cell phoned my friend Betty and said that Lunch was going to be postponed and why and the police officer took me to to scene.
***sigh***it was my car or what was left of it.
The police had a description of the thieves, it seems a passerby took a phone camera picture of them. So I'm having the legal system and my lawyer deal with it.
Remember dear future Diva's you must have a good lawyer to deal with these problems.
Oh I was soooo upset (that is putting it mildly) but thanks to dear Betty who came to my rescue,
She advised we go to Las Vegas for 4 days take in all the spa treatments the Bellagio has to offer and plan on buying my New Car.
So after consulting with my finances (which are in excellent shape)---it was all systems GO!
And I bought IT! She is totally decadent! I call her "Wicked" and she is---totally over the top and tacky and she is all MINE!!
She is a 2007 Ford Mustang Convertible----painted this deep burnished gold color, with a black cloth top, wood finished paneling where it counts---air conditioning, satillight radio, On Star, cd player, alarm locking system and leapoard print seats with black carpeting. And she will be fully MINE with just 3 more very hefty payments.
The mechanics LOVE detailing her. And there are some neighbors boys, all young teenagers that act like they would like to make love to her. Sorry Boys, but She's A Lady! for all her excessive trappings.
I am fortunate that I have a nice spacious garage to put her in. Already she's been to Santa Barbra, the Brookdale Lodge (ageing but relaxing), Carmel, and we are planning a little trip up to the Wine Country.
Before I even took her on her first trip, Betty and Bill and all my other friends said that I simply had to get new luggae, I said that what I had was fine, until I took a very serious look at what I had---worn out, zippers shot-fraying on the edges---
So Betty and I simply zipper over to San Francisco to the Samsonite shop and there they were in Black, the retro collection--PERFECT!! I felt like La Marlene all over again.
And darlings what about my poor cadillac? Well there was enough of her for some very serious salvage, I made arrangements and she was purchased and the money I donated to St. Jude's Hospital for children----well Dears altho there are naughty children out there, there are one's that do need that chance. And St. Jude's is the best chance for many of them.
Ta Taaaa for now, as I go zipping down the hyway.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
HOW TO BE A DIVA Chapter two
Well Darlings,
I'm soooo sorry it took so long to get this part up, but my dear friend "Mean Kitty" has been going back and forth to make sure that she and her darling niece have it right.
Now in this part we are discussing one of the MOST important foundations of Divadom---and no my dears I'm not talking "max factor" or "covergirl" , We are referring to what is important to help you get the Diva Life you desire so much.
This is your foundation to build on----now for those of you who are finally coming into your Divaness late in life, do not feel left out. This part of life never stops----and in this case this old dog is still learning a few new tricks.
Now what are we talking about??? Hmmmmm??? Why EDUCATION of course!!!
The young have no idea how important Education is to help begin to become a Diva, they waste an important part of their life and then spend years trying to catch up or years of saying to themselves "What the H#$% Happened?" If only they paid attention at the beginning.
Being a Diva is more than looking beautiful and having a lot of Diamonds. Being a Diva is having the wearwithal to work to obtain the Diva life. And Education is the Foundation to the Diva Life.
So Possums here we goooo~~~~~
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EDUCATION
The first and foremost thing a Diva needs and will seek and get is A GOOD EDUCATION. And a Diva knows that an education is on going in life because a Diva NEVER STOPS LEARNING.
As a Diva is growing up she feels that school is a bore, because a Diva wants to play; the mind set is “I want to have fun”, BUT without an education a Diva will not have the tools to finance and live the Diva life. It’s important for the Diva to balance getting an education and wanting to play. As a matter of fact all of a Diva’s life is a balancing act.
Young people think that they know it all, but they don’t, they think what they see on television is for real but they have not learned to discern, to find the real truth, they will follow without thinking who ever is the political glamour queen or king and think that their message is gospel. A Diva knows that is not so.
For Example: A lot of people think that Al Gore’s message on Climate Change is brought upon by Human beings as being the gospel truth, but many, many climatologiests have found through careful scientific research that it’s really cyclic----that 1000 years ago the earth was much warmer, that Vikings were growing wheat in Greenland, but then it began to get cold, until it became the weather that we are familiar with, and wheat hasn’t grown in Greenland in the last 600 years. Al Gore is claiming that the seas will rise 17 feet with the melting of the North Pole; Scientists are saying that it will rise only 17 inches and that the South Pole is getting colder and the reason that ice shelf’s are cleaving off is because of weight.
The point is this--- a Diva will search for the Truth and not believe everything she hears because a Diva is aware of falsehoods and deliberate mis-information so that politicians and other groups will be able to promote their own agenda.
When a Diva is in college she will also beware of any teacher that will promote one political agenda and not allow room for other thoughts, those teachers and professors are the worst kind and a Diva will beware of groups that promote a Stalinist type agenda under the disguise of political awareness.
A Diva will remember the adage “If you promote a lie long enough and hard enough the public will come to believe it” (Joseph Gobbles, Hitler’s propaganda minister)
A number of young people think that the “gangsta life” is the way to get a head but it only leads them down a path of self destruction and death. A Diva is way too smart to fall for those falsehoods, because a Diva knows that the real power is what is behind the scenes. Not the performers, but the investors. Because a performer is here today and forgotten tomorrow, but money from a solid investment is permanent. (Remember Brittany Spears’ meltdown)
Because of that A Diva has to constantly remind herself that EDUCATION IS IMPORTANT, MORE IMPORTANT THAN BOYS OR FUN because the fun will come AFTER the Diva has her tools and weapons sharpened to outsmart the fools and a Diva is never a fool.
A Diva will find ways to make Education interesting, she will ask her teachers questions that she needs to find the answers for. She will not be a pest about it, but demonstrate to the teachers that she wants that education. She is not trying to be a teacher’s pet, but looking for a teacher to mentor her, she will cultivate those teachers that have the education smarts to offer her.
In time, especially in High School, having letters of recommendation from several teachers can be a plus to help get college grants to get into the college a Diva wants to go to.
A Diva will go to school, work hard to get excellent grades without looking like the class brain and knows that grammar school and high school and its entire teenage angst are only transitory and only training grounds to learn to excel in the world. She will GET a college education so that she can succeed in the world, earn tons of money and maintain being her own woman.
A Diva will not develop a crush on a teacher, especially in college because it will distract her from her DIVA goal. Nor will a Diva develop a crush on a boy because he looks “dreamy”, because a Diva KNOWS that old dreamy boy will develop a gut; lose his hair and eventually his looks.
In school a Diva will develop friends that look like they are planning to go places but not do stupid things such as drinking, drugs, fast reckless driving. She will develop both female and male friends---the male friends are handy for a quick date for any of the school events, but she will never commit herself to any one boyfriend, because a Diva is going places and doesn’t need that kind of baggage that doesn’t measure up to the Diva Standards to hold her back
While she is at school she will know that at home she will have her parents as a support group to give her the adult take on life---the only time this can be difficult is if a Diva has toxic parents. If that is a problem a Diva would be wise to seek a school consular or teacher to help her focus on her goals.
No matter what field of work a Diva chooses she will get an excellent education in areas of finance, business, legal understanding, medical, religion, literature, music (and more than just rap, rock or hip-hop----you have Got to know classical music), politics as well as in the mundane areas such as auto mechanics, home repair, and know the mundane stuff such as how to cook, sew a button, fix a hem and get stains out of clothing.
When a Diva goes to College she will seek a degree in which it will afford the most opportunity to earn the DIVA Money, such degrees as Accounting, Business administration/management, computer science, information sciences and systems, marketing/marketing management, computer engineering, Economics/Finance. She will not ignore the degrees of Journalism or Media Marketing either. Wherever she can earn Diva Bucks is where the Diva will go, forget Theatre arts and Music---there are too many starving actors and musicians out there. The Diva can minor in such fields especially if she plans to work in the support areas of film and theatre, such as actor agencies, set design, etc. but she must keep her eye on the Diva Bucks.
The Diva will also look into the fields of technology, consulting and investment fields as well as real estate, biotech, pharmaceutical companies and health care, and other science-oriented companies, as well as private equity firms, and she should be aware of ‘boutique’ consulting firms that are sometimes spin-offs of larger companies.
After a Diva graduates from college (with no less than a MBA) she will NOT stop her education, she will continue to take classes than she can squeeze in her busy Diva life that will help expand her education and awareness. She will take seminars especially in the field that she has studied, she will also take seminars (that don’t sound like a possible rip off) to help her learn other ways to earn the Diva Bucks. The Diva will go to conferences, to learn and network so that she can always rise up in her job and earn more Diva Bucks.
A Diva will learn to read and understand the financial pages of the newspaper especially if she wants to learn how to invest her money to make more money.
As a matter of fact a Diva will be a borderline “news junkie” because she knows what happens in one part of the world will affect her stock income. And I’m not referring to the 10 second sound bite on CNN, She WILL read the Newspapers, magazines, and journals.
A Diva will intellectually be a knowledgeable well rounded woman, even smarter than the men she has to deal with, but she will also know how to milk a man or even another woman for his/her knowledge, especially if it is to the Diva’s advantage.
A Diva will learn a second language, but will not let on that she knows the language, this way if they talk behind her back, she’ll be one up on them. By pretending to not know the language, her competitors will be apt to speak more freely around her, and a Diva will gain a great advantage.
A Diva will be computer savvy and not afraid of electronics, she’ll know how to program a VCR better than 7 year old. In some fields, the better she knows how to work around a computer the better for her. Think of Ms. Garcia in the T.V. show “Criminal Minds” or Abby in “NCIS” or the beautiful Russian computer programmer in the Bond movie “Goldeneye”.
A Diva will cultivate friends both in high and low places, for it is important not only what a Diva knows but whom a Diva knows, for a Diva can be as devious as “Laura Mars” and know where to have well placed friends in “low places” so she can get the information and well placed friends in “high places” so she can call in a favor, but she also needs to remember she too may be called to pay back the favor as well.
A Diva will be wise to also place a certain distance between herself and those who are in a position to help her---to avoid intimacy will help the Diva remain clear headed and focused.
A Diva will learn the value of Networking in College because they will eventually become the contacts one needs in business (I will re-peat this frequently)
A Diva will develop an extensive proper English speaking vocabulary and avoid foul words and stumbling sayings such as “er, um, a like ya know, a like a, gee that’s hecka bad, gee Dude, where you at, get your freak on, Wassup, etc.” The only time she would ever use those words is when she is with her nearest and dearest.
But out in the real world, where you are earning the Diva Bucks, what you say and how you say it is what other people will judge you by and a Diva knows that and by speaking correctly, using all the right and proper phrases, people will think she’s is 24 karat gold and not vermeil----Because a Diva is always 24 karat gold and never vermeil.
A Diva will know how to shoot a gun, shot pool, play poker or Texas hold ‘em and still be a lady when she goes for the throat.
A Diva will develop a well rounded and well-modulated speaking voice so that the sound of it is not grating on a person’s ear but will captivate a person. This will also extend to her telephone voice. For a Diva knows that how one speaks will also raise the bar. Jeff Foxworthy, one time in his comedy routine, explained how much a person loses confidence if their banker or Doctor talked like a redneck. Although that was said as a joke it IS true in real life.
Because of her work at getting a good education a Diva will know how to get a conversation going by using the principle of H.E.L.P, H---hobbies, E---entertainment, L----literature, P----politics.
But most of the time the conversation at a party hardly ever gets past E---entertainment, unless one switches to Finance which can always be to a Diva’s best advantage (more on that later)
A Diva is also smart enough to avoid the dangerous minefields of Politics, Religion and Sports especially with men; even if she knows the subject thoroughly even if she has an investment in a sports team or a possible political candidate. The only time a Diva will ever slide into the field of Politics is to see which candidate maybe good or what congressional bill may affect her income or investments.
A Diva also knows that if a man remains on those subjects exclusively especially religion and sports then he is to be avoided if one doesn’t want to get bored, unless there is information to be milked to the Divas advantage.
A Diva is never a member of one political party or another, because SHE KNOWS ALL PARTIES WILL LIE TO WIN VOTES but will vote or chose the party and/or candidate that will do the best for her investments and life style.
In researching something a Diva will always check her facts thoroughly and not be taken in by half-truths, rumors or gossip. And that should be a Diva’s Mantra.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
There my Dears, and that is only the beginning, there is sooo much more learn. From time to time I and my friend Mean Kitty will expound and expand further on covered topics, that is because we are always finding something new----and it's always wise for a Diva to be updated.
Now I want to tell you a deliteful story~~~~I asked my friend when did she know that her niece at a very young age, was a Diva in training and she told me this.
{When my niece was very little and she and her brothers and parents would come to visit, she didn't want to nap on the couch like her brother's did, oh no, she wanted to nap on Auntie's bed that had the nice soft velvet pillows on it--I had to send those pillows frequently to the dry clearners to get the drool off.
Later when she was a little older I'd find her doing makeup experiments with my good cosmetics, Clinque etc. anything you bought at Macy's or Nordstrom (Thank God I hid my Chanel lipsticks from her) anything that was from a drug store she would instintivly avoid---I lost a lot of cosmetics that way.
But the thing that really convinced me and her parents that she was a Diva in Training was this event. My brother and his wife took all three kids, to a large shopping mall, the boys as always needed new clothes, so my brother took my niece to get an ice cream while my sister-in-law shopped in the boys department, my niece always thought shopping for boys clothes was boring, that was one of her first words in fact.
Well at the mall various car dealerships were also showing their most expensive car models, like BMW, Volvo, etc. with velvet ropes around the cars and sales reps at the ready.
My brother and niece came out of the ice cream shop after having ice cream, and my brother was planning to clean his daughters fingers and hands off of the chocolate ice cream dribbles, and that is when she looked up and saw IT!!!
It happened to be a bright shiny red Ferrari! My niece screamed and said "DADDY I WANT!! I WANT!!" Proceeded to run to the car, ducked under the velvet ropes and repeatedly padded her sticky ice cream fingers all over the bright red Ferrari fender still saying "Daddy I want! I want" By the way she was all of three years old---
My poor embarssed brother had to step over the ropes, picked up his daughter, my diva in training niece, like she was a sack of potatos, and she kept screaming her mantra and kicking her legs. In the meantime a nice looking young sales man dressed in smart looking suit came up with a clean cloth and cleaning solution and very politily asked my brother "And how soon sir would you like to take possession of this fine car?" and my brother stepping back over the ropes with my three year old niece under his arm replied "NOT UNTIL SHE'S 21!"
I'm soooo sorry it took so long to get this part up, but my dear friend "Mean Kitty" has been going back and forth to make sure that she and her darling niece have it right.
Now in this part we are discussing one of the MOST important foundations of Divadom---and no my dears I'm not talking "max factor" or "covergirl" , We are referring to what is important to help you get the Diva Life you desire so much.
This is your foundation to build on----now for those of you who are finally coming into your Divaness late in life, do not feel left out. This part of life never stops----and in this case this old dog is still learning a few new tricks.
Now what are we talking about??? Hmmmmm??? Why EDUCATION of course!!!
The young have no idea how important Education is to help begin to become a Diva, they waste an important part of their life and then spend years trying to catch up or years of saying to themselves "What the H#$% Happened?" If only they paid attention at the beginning.
Being a Diva is more than looking beautiful and having a lot of Diamonds. Being a Diva is having the wearwithal to work to obtain the Diva life. And Education is the Foundation to the Diva Life.
So Possums here we goooo~~~~~
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EDUCATION
The first and foremost thing a Diva needs and will seek and get is A GOOD EDUCATION. And a Diva knows that an education is on going in life because a Diva NEVER STOPS LEARNING.
As a Diva is growing up she feels that school is a bore, because a Diva wants to play; the mind set is “I want to have fun”, BUT without an education a Diva will not have the tools to finance and live the Diva life. It’s important for the Diva to balance getting an education and wanting to play. As a matter of fact all of a Diva’s life is a balancing act.
Young people think that they know it all, but they don’t, they think what they see on television is for real but they have not learned to discern, to find the real truth, they will follow without thinking who ever is the political glamour queen or king and think that their message is gospel. A Diva knows that is not so.
For Example: A lot of people think that Al Gore’s message on Climate Change is brought upon by Human beings as being the gospel truth, but many, many climatologiests have found through careful scientific research that it’s really cyclic----that 1000 years ago the earth was much warmer, that Vikings were growing wheat in Greenland, but then it began to get cold, until it became the weather that we are familiar with, and wheat hasn’t grown in Greenland in the last 600 years. Al Gore is claiming that the seas will rise 17 feet with the melting of the North Pole; Scientists are saying that it will rise only 17 inches and that the South Pole is getting colder and the reason that ice shelf’s are cleaving off is because of weight.
The point is this--- a Diva will search for the Truth and not believe everything she hears because a Diva is aware of falsehoods and deliberate mis-information so that politicians and other groups will be able to promote their own agenda.
When a Diva is in college she will also beware of any teacher that will promote one political agenda and not allow room for other thoughts, those teachers and professors are the worst kind and a Diva will beware of groups that promote a Stalinist type agenda under the disguise of political awareness.
A Diva will remember the adage “If you promote a lie long enough and hard enough the public will come to believe it” (Joseph Gobbles, Hitler’s propaganda minister)
A number of young people think that the “gangsta life” is the way to get a head but it only leads them down a path of self destruction and death. A Diva is way too smart to fall for those falsehoods, because a Diva knows that the real power is what is behind the scenes. Not the performers, but the investors. Because a performer is here today and forgotten tomorrow, but money from a solid investment is permanent. (Remember Brittany Spears’ meltdown)
Because of that A Diva has to constantly remind herself that EDUCATION IS IMPORTANT, MORE IMPORTANT THAN BOYS OR FUN because the fun will come AFTER the Diva has her tools and weapons sharpened to outsmart the fools and a Diva is never a fool.
A Diva will find ways to make Education interesting, she will ask her teachers questions that she needs to find the answers for. She will not be a pest about it, but demonstrate to the teachers that she wants that education. She is not trying to be a teacher’s pet, but looking for a teacher to mentor her, she will cultivate those teachers that have the education smarts to offer her.
In time, especially in High School, having letters of recommendation from several teachers can be a plus to help get college grants to get into the college a Diva wants to go to.
A Diva will go to school, work hard to get excellent grades without looking like the class brain and knows that grammar school and high school and its entire teenage angst are only transitory and only training grounds to learn to excel in the world. She will GET a college education so that she can succeed in the world, earn tons of money and maintain being her own woman.
A Diva will not develop a crush on a teacher, especially in college because it will distract her from her DIVA goal. Nor will a Diva develop a crush on a boy because he looks “dreamy”, because a Diva KNOWS that old dreamy boy will develop a gut; lose his hair and eventually his looks.
In school a Diva will develop friends that look like they are planning to go places but not do stupid things such as drinking, drugs, fast reckless driving. She will develop both female and male friends---the male friends are handy for a quick date for any of the school events, but she will never commit herself to any one boyfriend, because a Diva is going places and doesn’t need that kind of baggage that doesn’t measure up to the Diva Standards to hold her back
While she is at school she will know that at home she will have her parents as a support group to give her the adult take on life---the only time this can be difficult is if a Diva has toxic parents. If that is a problem a Diva would be wise to seek a school consular or teacher to help her focus on her goals.
No matter what field of work a Diva chooses she will get an excellent education in areas of finance, business, legal understanding, medical, religion, literature, music (and more than just rap, rock or hip-hop----you have Got to know classical music), politics as well as in the mundane areas such as auto mechanics, home repair, and know the mundane stuff such as how to cook, sew a button, fix a hem and get stains out of clothing.
When a Diva goes to College she will seek a degree in which it will afford the most opportunity to earn the DIVA Money, such degrees as Accounting, Business administration/management, computer science, information sciences and systems, marketing/marketing management, computer engineering, Economics/Finance. She will not ignore the degrees of Journalism or Media Marketing either. Wherever she can earn Diva Bucks is where the Diva will go, forget Theatre arts and Music---there are too many starving actors and musicians out there. The Diva can minor in such fields especially if she plans to work in the support areas of film and theatre, such as actor agencies, set design, etc. but she must keep her eye on the Diva Bucks.
The Diva will also look into the fields of technology, consulting and investment fields as well as real estate, biotech, pharmaceutical companies and health care, and other science-oriented companies, as well as private equity firms, and she should be aware of ‘boutique’ consulting firms that are sometimes spin-offs of larger companies.
After a Diva graduates from college (with no less than a MBA) she will NOT stop her education, she will continue to take classes than she can squeeze in her busy Diva life that will help expand her education and awareness. She will take seminars especially in the field that she has studied, she will also take seminars (that don’t sound like a possible rip off) to help her learn other ways to earn the Diva Bucks. The Diva will go to conferences, to learn and network so that she can always rise up in her job and earn more Diva Bucks.
A Diva will learn to read and understand the financial pages of the newspaper especially if she wants to learn how to invest her money to make more money.
As a matter of fact a Diva will be a borderline “news junkie” because she knows what happens in one part of the world will affect her stock income. And I’m not referring to the 10 second sound bite on CNN, She WILL read the Newspapers, magazines, and journals.
A Diva will intellectually be a knowledgeable well rounded woman, even smarter than the men she has to deal with, but she will also know how to milk a man or even another woman for his/her knowledge, especially if it is to the Diva’s advantage.
A Diva will learn a second language, but will not let on that she knows the language, this way if they talk behind her back, she’ll be one up on them. By pretending to not know the language, her competitors will be apt to speak more freely around her, and a Diva will gain a great advantage.
A Diva will be computer savvy and not afraid of electronics, she’ll know how to program a VCR better than 7 year old. In some fields, the better she knows how to work around a computer the better for her. Think of Ms. Garcia in the T.V. show “Criminal Minds” or Abby in “NCIS” or the beautiful Russian computer programmer in the Bond movie “Goldeneye”.
A Diva will cultivate friends both in high and low places, for it is important not only what a Diva knows but whom a Diva knows, for a Diva can be as devious as “Laura Mars” and know where to have well placed friends in “low places” so she can get the information and well placed friends in “high places” so she can call in a favor, but she also needs to remember she too may be called to pay back the favor as well.
A Diva will be wise to also place a certain distance between herself and those who are in a position to help her---to avoid intimacy will help the Diva remain clear headed and focused.
A Diva will learn the value of Networking in College because they will eventually become the contacts one needs in business (I will re-peat this frequently)
A Diva will develop an extensive proper English speaking vocabulary and avoid foul words and stumbling sayings such as “er, um, a like ya know, a like a, gee that’s hecka bad, gee Dude, where you at, get your freak on, Wassup, etc.” The only time she would ever use those words is when she is with her nearest and dearest.
But out in the real world, where you are earning the Diva Bucks, what you say and how you say it is what other people will judge you by and a Diva knows that and by speaking correctly, using all the right and proper phrases, people will think she’s is 24 karat gold and not vermeil----Because a Diva is always 24 karat gold and never vermeil.
A Diva will know how to shoot a gun, shot pool, play poker or Texas hold ‘em and still be a lady when she goes for the throat.
A Diva will develop a well rounded and well-modulated speaking voice so that the sound of it is not grating on a person’s ear but will captivate a person. This will also extend to her telephone voice. For a Diva knows that how one speaks will also raise the bar. Jeff Foxworthy, one time in his comedy routine, explained how much a person loses confidence if their banker or Doctor talked like a redneck. Although that was said as a joke it IS true in real life.
Because of her work at getting a good education a Diva will know how to get a conversation going by using the principle of H.E.L.P, H---hobbies, E---entertainment, L----literature, P----politics.
But most of the time the conversation at a party hardly ever gets past E---entertainment, unless one switches to Finance which can always be to a Diva’s best advantage (more on that later)
A Diva is also smart enough to avoid the dangerous minefields of Politics, Religion and Sports especially with men; even if she knows the subject thoroughly even if she has an investment in a sports team or a possible political candidate. The only time a Diva will ever slide into the field of Politics is to see which candidate maybe good or what congressional bill may affect her income or investments.
A Diva also knows that if a man remains on those subjects exclusively especially religion and sports then he is to be avoided if one doesn’t want to get bored, unless there is information to be milked to the Divas advantage.
A Diva is never a member of one political party or another, because SHE KNOWS ALL PARTIES WILL LIE TO WIN VOTES but will vote or chose the party and/or candidate that will do the best for her investments and life style.
In researching something a Diva will always check her facts thoroughly and not be taken in by half-truths, rumors or gossip. And that should be a Diva’s Mantra.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
There my Dears, and that is only the beginning, there is sooo much more learn. From time to time I and my friend Mean Kitty will expound and expand further on covered topics, that is because we are always finding something new----and it's always wise for a Diva to be updated.
Now I want to tell you a deliteful story~~~~I asked my friend when did she know that her niece at a very young age, was a Diva in training and she told me this.
{When my niece was very little and she and her brothers and parents would come to visit, she didn't want to nap on the couch like her brother's did, oh no, she wanted to nap on Auntie's bed that had the nice soft velvet pillows on it--I had to send those pillows frequently to the dry clearners to get the drool off.
Later when she was a little older I'd find her doing makeup experiments with my good cosmetics, Clinque etc. anything you bought at Macy's or Nordstrom (Thank God I hid my Chanel lipsticks from her) anything that was from a drug store she would instintivly avoid---I lost a lot of cosmetics that way.
But the thing that really convinced me and her parents that she was a Diva in Training was this event. My brother and his wife took all three kids, to a large shopping mall, the boys as always needed new clothes, so my brother took my niece to get an ice cream while my sister-in-law shopped in the boys department, my niece always thought shopping for boys clothes was boring, that was one of her first words in fact.
Well at the mall various car dealerships were also showing their most expensive car models, like BMW, Volvo, etc. with velvet ropes around the cars and sales reps at the ready.
My brother and niece came out of the ice cream shop after having ice cream, and my brother was planning to clean his daughters fingers and hands off of the chocolate ice cream dribbles, and that is when she looked up and saw IT!!!
It happened to be a bright shiny red Ferrari! My niece screamed and said "DADDY I WANT!! I WANT!!" Proceeded to run to the car, ducked under the velvet ropes and repeatedly padded her sticky ice cream fingers all over the bright red Ferrari fender still saying "Daddy I want! I want" By the way she was all of three years old---
My poor embarssed brother had to step over the ropes, picked up his daughter, my diva in training niece, like she was a sack of potatos, and she kept screaming her mantra and kicking her legs. In the meantime a nice looking young sales man dressed in smart looking suit came up with a clean cloth and cleaning solution and very politily asked my brother "And how soon sir would you like to take possession of this fine car?" and my brother stepping back over the ropes with my three year old niece under his arm replied "NOT UNTIL SHE'S 21!"
And that is when we knew she was a Diva.}
~~~~Well Darlings didn't I tell you it was a deliteful story and the little dear, altho she's grown up now, is still that way.
Mmmmmm well Darlings it's time for my evening martini, and my massage.
Until later.
Divafablous drawing the curtain and sipping a deliteful drink.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
What do I look like?
Well Darlings,
I've been asked to describe myself to you, I dislike putting up a photo as I am always changing myself.
Because being a Diva changing oneself is important.
I had a hard time trying to think of a way to describe myself except that I'm 5' feet 5 inches tall, I'm still a size 8 (amazing) My stomach is not a flat as it use to be, but I still have fabulous legs, my hair is blonde (it was real blonde when I was young, now I help it) my eyes are green, I have managed to avoid wrinkles because I don't sun bathe, smoke, or eat junk food and confine my martini's to only two a week. But I can't resist a small chocolate torte.
I have high almost slavic cheek bones, I worked hard on making my voice pleasant to listen to.
I've been active in little theatre, but now a day they all want to do avant guarde things, so there hasn't been much for me to audition for.
I've acted in the stage version of "Witness for the Prosecution" 3 times, all because each director said I have a bit of a resemblance to Marlene Dietrich as Christine Vole. (and I played the role successfully too)
I love wearing beautiful gowns espeically from the 1930's, 40's and 50's I even collect designer gowns, and designer costume jewerly and yes I wear Fur, but only mink they are not endangered.
There have been times when someone has briefly mistaken me for the Great Marlene to which I'm flattered.
But even I have to bow to some problems of age, such as wearing glasses to read, well one can't be perfect all the time.
And what to I enjoy doing? Well Darlings, what do you think a well traveled, well educated woman of the world enjoys doing? Hmmmmm?
I love theatre, the movies, the opera, reading, going to intimate jazz clubs, and even enjoying a good comedy act, discovering restraunts that have fabulous food, traveling, antique hunting, auctions, Shopping in the City, being with good friends and even doing things that some people would consider quaint such as attending events sponsored by the Art Deco Society. Going for a drive with my dear friends Bill and Irma who have the most fabulous car collection, in one of their fabulous cars.
I get restless at times, rain and winter almost crimps my Diva style but I persever.
Well Darlings, time to go, one of my dear friends is here to take me out to dinner at some new delightful spot.
Kisses Darlings.
I've been asked to describe myself to you, I dislike putting up a photo as I am always changing myself.
Because being a Diva changing oneself is important.
I had a hard time trying to think of a way to describe myself except that I'm 5' feet 5 inches tall, I'm still a size 8 (amazing) My stomach is not a flat as it use to be, but I still have fabulous legs, my hair is blonde (it was real blonde when I was young, now I help it) my eyes are green, I have managed to avoid wrinkles because I don't sun bathe, smoke, or eat junk food and confine my martini's to only two a week. But I can't resist a small chocolate torte.
I have high almost slavic cheek bones, I worked hard on making my voice pleasant to listen to.
I've been active in little theatre, but now a day they all want to do avant guarde things, so there hasn't been much for me to audition for.
I've acted in the stage version of "Witness for the Prosecution" 3 times, all because each director said I have a bit of a resemblance to Marlene Dietrich as Christine Vole. (and I played the role successfully too)
I love wearing beautiful gowns espeically from the 1930's, 40's and 50's I even collect designer gowns, and designer costume jewerly and yes I wear Fur, but only mink they are not endangered.
There have been times when someone has briefly mistaken me for the Great Marlene to which I'm flattered.
But even I have to bow to some problems of age, such as wearing glasses to read, well one can't be perfect all the time.
And what to I enjoy doing? Well Darlings, what do you think a well traveled, well educated woman of the world enjoys doing? Hmmmmm?
I love theatre, the movies, the opera, reading, going to intimate jazz clubs, and even enjoying a good comedy act, discovering restraunts that have fabulous food, traveling, antique hunting, auctions, Shopping in the City, being with good friends and even doing things that some people would consider quaint such as attending events sponsored by the Art Deco Society. Going for a drive with my dear friends Bill and Irma who have the most fabulous car collection, in one of their fabulous cars.
I get restless at times, rain and winter almost crimps my Diva style but I persever.
Well Darlings, time to go, one of my dear friends is here to take me out to dinner at some new delightful spot.
Kisses Darlings.
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