I heart me some...

magazines.....

I always have...

ever since my mother,

in an effort to have

 one minute of peace in her life....

handed me a magazine

 and some "kiddie scissors"..

and said I could cut out

 all the pictures I wanted to...

Well....

that way just the beginning.

I have an obsession...

Yes, I think that word is not too strong to describe

the feelings toward periodicals....

I currently receive 4,

maybe 5 different ones each month...

but that is only because I am trying to be

economically responsible,

ecologically sound,

and

less mentally un-balanced....

(smiles)

But you should see my closet....

Here,

let me take you there,

(pretend we are walking to my bedroom)

now in here (closet)

I keep my stash...

Looky here

(shelves)

I have Martha's rag dating back to the 90's...

House Beautiful...ah... she gets her own spot too..

and Architectural Digest, he's such a snob...I put him off on his own to

think about just how important is a "label"...

Now...sadly

there are those that tug at my heart strings...

Met Home, Cottage Living,

and of course,

Domino

(sniff)

well, what can I say?

I actually get an endorphin rush

when my husband (sweetie) comes in from the

mailbox and announces that there are several magazines for me.....

Is that so wrong?

Well, I am trying to

bring a new light to this problem.

Really.

I want to be healthy in my attitudes...

So,

I have been making regular attempts to

give

Lonny Magazine

a legitimate

chance

Here is the thing.

They produce a fabulous display.

great images...

very good info...

current trends....

interesting articles...

all good.

But

in reality...

they just don't

"crinkle"

or

fold back on themselves,

or sit on the floor next to my bed,

or

wait for me on my favorite chair....

or allow me to get out the

"kiddie scissors"....

smiles.

Your childhood friend.....

That's Cheri and me at Myrtle Beach SC...

circa, 1974.

We have been best friend since we were pre schoolers..

we went to elementary, middle, and high school together...

12 years.

We played kick ball, played in the creek, swam at the local pool,

roamed the neighborhood, played tricks on our younger

siblings, watched soap operas, read her older sister's trashy

magazines, smoked our first cigarette, drank our first beer,

tried our first joint, skipped school, drove too fast,

kissed the boys, sometimes made them cry....

fought with each other, made up....

went our separate ways,

got married,

got back together,

had babies,

got busy,

had mid-life crisis's,

divorced,

remarried (me, twice)

came out (her),

cried,

laughed,

dreamed,

learned,

and now,

she has gone her own way,

again.

We talk,

I feel sick,

we laugh,

it doesn't help....

I am sometimes

sad.....

Many thanks to Annie...

Thanks for the memories....

No, not a YouTube featuring me....

Just that, I am reminded how old I am...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxzXNysmxnY&feature=player_embedded

If you are a bit over, well....the hill...so to speak...

You will enjoy!

I did.