Living My Second Childhood


Toys are my passion

Love it even if people don’t understand you


I am 44 years old and my husband is 45. We hit the mid-life crisis with a bang and realized we didn’t spend enough time together, just the two of us. We have our children and their husbands and children living with us, so all of us have an escape route once in a while. Don’t get me wrong-we love each other. However, at this time in our lives, my husband and I realize just how short life is and we won’t live forever. Memories we make now will always be remembered, even when we are gone.

The question we asked ourselves was what should we do? I am one of the lucky ones who can say our sex life at this stage in the game after being together 28 years is nothing to sneeze at, but we needed something we could enjoy together. He is a football fan-me not so much. I love shows about murder and mayhem-he would rather watch The Dukes of Hazzard reruns. We do enjoy the NCIS series as well as watching anything to do with superheros (like Batman, Superman, and now The Flash and fell in love with the series “Arrow”) but that isn’t active activities. That is sitting on your butt getting old and fat activities!

So, one weekend, we had a bit of extra cash and knew there were a bunch of yard sales in our area. We like looking for stuff for our grandkids (which drive my kids crazy as they already have quite a few toys) but figure you never know what you may come upon. We hopped in the car with my phone for GPS tracking, had a list of addresses to go to, and set off on our journey.



It was a beautiful day that day. The sun was shining and it was warm and quickly getting hotter. My husband had put in a lot of overtime the previous weeks (hence the extra cash flow) and he had the next couple of days off. I asked him when he wanted to go back and he looked at me, saw me smiling, and said, “We don’t have a time limit, do we?” My husband wasn’t one for shopping, so this was music to my ears!

We got lost that day, I remember. We ended up way out miles and miles from home, completely and utterly lost. We almost ran out of gas, too! We ended up at a creepy gas station (that is featured in my book of short stories, “Twisted Tales”) and I was laughing so hard because of what images had come to my mind and how creeped out my husband was. That day was so memorable, because we had not only shed the worry of our kids (who were both married with kids) but learned to enjoy each other.

After that day, we have made a habit of going to yard sales each weekend. Even if he is working, we will start out either on a Friday or Saturday morning, looking for specifically Barbie dolls and Transformers. I loved Barbie dolls since childhood and am an avid collector and he always loved Transformers. He never got one as a toy until after we had married and I learned his parents could never afford the luxury of toys like that. I still feel strongly he deserves some fun and so do I after raising our kids and working so hard to give them a good life (even if we fell a bit short in that area).

I have found several things on my journeys with him Some I have kept, some I have sold for a profit to support our now addicting habit. My daughter, Michaela, chides us that if we aren’t careful we will become hoarders. Luckily, the very thought along with our limited pocketbook makes that pretty much impossible. I also love to find things and sell them to others when I realize I found a tiny treasure for little money. It enables me to share my passion with others, but also helps the family budget in the first place.

Some say if we didn’t do what we do then we would have more money. Well, we don’t drink and we don’t party. We don’t really go out to dinner as I hate eating in front of people (little know random fact about me, thanks to buck-teeth as a child) Plus, it is amazing when we get to a yard sale and find a bunch of Barbie dolls for so little-even after I explain sometimes to the people how much they are worth, they sometimes even give us a better price knowing they will be going to collectors.

THAT is extremely awesome!



Here are a few of our finds. Some aren’t worth much, but to me, they are a tiny treasure!

1960 Miss America Pepsi Doll)

1960 Miss America Pepsi Doll)


1963 Penny Brite Dolls

1963 Penny Brite Dolls




Grease Album from the movie

Grease Album from the movie

Vintage Francie Doll Shoes

Vintage Francie Doll Shoes

My Scene Barbie Dolls and accessories

My Scene Barbie Dolls and accessories

Moxie Teenz Doll

Moxie Teenz Doll

Vintage 1970's Strawberry Shortcake Dolls and accessories

Vintage 1970’s Strawberry Shortcake Dolls and accessories


And that is just a small sample of a few things. Like I said, nothing major, but things I could add to my collection or stuff I could resell for a small profit to buy other cool stuff (or in some cases, groceries or pay a bill!). I am always adding to my collection, and lately, I am expanding it as well. I once didn’t even have a doll over 14″ (and even that, for me, was pushing it for size) and now, this is my collection that is growing thanks to finds in thrift stores or yard sales:

18 My Life and Our Generation Dolls

18 My Life and Our Generation Dolls

I am always hoping to find that one rare doll, that one Barbie, that has been sitting in someone’s attic and their children decide to put it out for sale. Would I tell them its value? Honestly, maybe, maybe not! As silly as it sounds, it’s like the American Pickers when they find something-you want to be fair but hope to go home with a  little money in your pocket and a treasure you otherwise couldn’t afford!

Now I have made it my passion to start a side collection from the actual Barbie dolls. I love lingerie, and when I was a kid, I had only 1 nightgown for my dolls. Maybe this is why I have such joy when making it for collectors in some of my OOAK (one of a kind for those who don’t know) fashion lines. I know what it was like being poor as a child and not having what others had, or wishing so much to be able to get something to play with and couldn’t afford it. I have been lucky to be in a position to follow my passion as a collector and find these wonderful things.

I also have a ridiculous Barbie and doll shoes collection. Many women have a thing for shoes, and I remember my older sister Tammy having some fabulous clothes and shoes when I was little. She was 11 years older than me, and I always tried on her shoes and could never fit in them. When I got older, high heels were it and I wore them, then I started having back problems and was diagnosed with spinal arthritis and facet joint disease 2 years ago. I already loved finding different shoes to go with my OOAK fashions. After all, the right shoe can make or break the presentation of an outfit. It was last year when I realized just how many I had collected, and I decided to keep buying more. At one yard sale I happened to mention my….I guess you would say, fetish? for Barbie shoes since she had a couple dolls for sale. She brought me out some shoes and I was doing the little happy dance in my heart as they were ones I didn’t have. I hesitantly asked, “How much?” and she gauged me (i have learned how to have a poker face!) and said $1. That is my favorite number, it seems, as I have found plenty of treasures for just $1!



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If you are sitting there, slightly drooling, or wishing there was a yard sale right now, GO FOR IT! Don’t be afraid of what your friends and family or neighbors think. Life is to be enjoyed and cherished each moment possible. Who cares if someone thinks you’re weird? Don’t we ALL have a little bit of eccentricity to us? Those who don’t are simply boorish and boring. Feel sorry for them and embrace your weirdness! I am lucky to have a husband who understands my love of toys and love of anything vintage. We want to buy vintage cars, as well, but that will be a long time coming thanks to finances. For now, we will stick to toys and finding ones for our grandkids in the process of reliving our childhood.

Life is short. Enjoy it. Embrace it. Before you know it, it will be gone and what will you have to leave behind for others to remember you by?

My husband Michael and I, enjoying 28 years together!

My husband Michael and I, enjoying 28 years together!

I am living my second childhood. Should you be living yours?


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Throwback Thursday-Be Inspired!


It was asked in one of my wonderful writing groups by Kim this question:

“Throwback Thursday: When you were in high school, what were your future plans? Were you going to be an author or were you headed somewhere else first?”

I started writing it then realized just how long it was and decided it was blog-post worthy.

(Be prepared-this is a story in itself)

When I was in high school, in my junior and senior year, we had vocational school training available. Even though I majored in Art in school with 4 years under my belt, as well as 4 years of Honors Spanish, my mother convinced me the practical route (AKA-where the money was and a steady income) was in the health field. While I loved my artwork, I sucked at sewing (got a 76% in Home Ec for it), had an ill father and was used to being around sick people (myself included). I felt with our poor income, that was the way to go. I grew up shopping for groceries once a month, we had no car, and my father was diagnosed when I was 11 years old with schizophrenia after he cornered us and said he was going to kill us all. I became interested in psychiatry after that (still am) but I could never go to college without a scholarship.

My father had an 8th grade education and my mother dropped out in 11th grade to get married. I was the golden child out of us five girls with my ridiculously high grades and had a good chance at getting into college without much effort. I went into nursing my junior year in high school. The month before, I had tried to commit suicide my cutting my wrists, failing miserably with a broken bottle I found down near the horse pond. When I saw the blood, it kicked in-what the Hell was i doing!? I still have that scar to remind me how far I went down that road and show it to others.

Why? That was August and in September at a teen dance, I met my husband when I was 16 years old. I fell head over heels in love. We got engaged only 2 weeks after we met. He had gotten a concussion and I was stricken with mono so bad that I was hospitalized. He threw the engagement ring on the bed. He supported my ambitions and I his since he was going in the Air Force after school. I dreamed of trips around the world with my husband. He was going to take care of me, something I felt my father never did for my mother, and we threw caution to the wind. We felt the way we could get married was if I was pregnant. We decided to have a child and get married (yes, in that order).

However, it was not meant to be. His recruit officer refused to allow him to complete registration once she found out he had me at home and was only 17 and pregnant. She wanted to make sure the child was taken care of, my mother wouldn’t let us get married since she had to sign papers because of my age. She married at 16 and I believe regretted it and didn’t want me to make the same mistake. While my artistic self yearned for a lifestyle of travel, instead stayed, completed my nursing, and graduated as Home Health Aid and CNA my senior year of high school. My daughter was 6 months old at the time. I was lucky to be alive since I almost died having her, missing 4 months of school and being told by my guidance counselor I would never amount to anything since I was unmarried and had a child. I had great respect for the medical community and figured that was my path.

I still wrote short stories the entire time. I would have a notebook and pen with me all the time. I wrote a story in 10th grade and still have it. I even typed it up while I was pregnant in my senior year of high school. Unfortunately, to me, with my mother’s voice in my ear, it wasn’t a practical journey for me. I had a child to take care of, after all. When we finally could marry (which I still stalled until I was 19 because by then, my mother said I would ruin my future getting married rather than do it on my own, unlike her), I was working as a home health aide to a woman who housed my husband after his mother threw him out after our daughter was born. That is a story unto itself, but needless to say, it was tedious and my heart wasn’t into it.

I still considered the medical field up until 1991. My father had been hospitalized for pneumonia. They sent him home after 2 weeks at 11 AM on July 11, 1991. By 6 PM that night, I held my dead father in my arms from a massive heart attack. When we went to do his obituary, I realized I had nothing to put into it. Absolutely nothing. He was only 59 and had been through Hell and back, and yet nothing could be said about his life. It changed me that day.

I started sewing when I was that age after we married, but had a new fervor when I lost my father. I told my mother I was going to sell my doll clothing around the world. She laughed at me saying there was no way I could ever make money with doll clothes. Somehow, it reminded me of my guidance counselor. I was hell bent to prove her wrong. I loved Barbie dolls and started my daughter’s collection. The first outfit I ever got her it ripped. That is another story for another time, as I launched my career into the designing and sewing of Barbie clothes. I excelled, even getting a NY State educational grant for those with disabilities. Still, I would dabble in poetry and short stories. Nothing serious as there was no money in it.

Fast forward time. I was now 34 years old and my marriage had stalled, no prospects of things getting better financially, now with 2 children to care for. My husband had lost his good job when I was sick and my youngest daughter was one (when I got the grant) and times were tough. If I ran out of toilet paper or bread, I went to my mother’s house or to eat. I remember days when I wouldn’t eat so my kids could. I was miserable. I dropped my sewing and got involved in paranormal investigating, meeting some people online. In a last ditch effort to change my life, I packed my family up in the car, had no furniture but the mattresses for our beds, my computer, sewing machine, and whatever we could fit in a 4×8 trailer what was dear to us. I moved a thousand miles away and moved to Georgia.

Fast forward again, another 7 years. After almost getting divorced when we moved here, then repairing our marriage, I had lost a good several years with my sewing. My heart wasn’t into it, my head wasn’t into it. Again, I was lost and miserable. I had collected a doll named Hitty. She was based on a story by Rachel Field that was written in 1929 and received a Newberry Medal Award. I itched to continue her story. Finally, one day, I started it. Just sat down and started writing. I could see the story in my head. I could see the end of the book in my head. However, even after all these years, I still also had my mother’s voice in my head about how impractical it was and a waste of time. I left it then, going back to my sewing and had no heart in anything at that point.

Then the economy struck the bottom and my sewing skills and designing wasn’t making enough money. I got into dog rescue where I felt I was actually doing something. One day, I came across the story I had started to write. “Why not?” I asked myself. What did I have to lose? I started researching the 1930’s and the story took on a life of its own. Two years after I started writing it, at the tender age of 42, I published my first book September 15, 2012. As I said in another post, I was terrified to hit the publish button. My daughter, Michaela, was there and so was my husband. She was going to do it when I stalled so I ended up doing it myself.

That is how the writer in me came alive and was born that day. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t wait to get a copy and find out if my old guidance counselor was still there up in New York. She was, and oh how tempted I was to get a copy, sign it, and write inside “This is the nothing I have become”. I doubt she would remember me, but it gave me great satisfaction to know just how wrong I had proved everyone. My mother to this day still hasn’t read my book and even thought it was a flight of fancy (AKA-made up) until I sent my stepfather a copy of my book. He was always supportive and of course, he read it and loved it.

That was all that mattered to me.

If my story doesn’t inspire someone, I don’t know what will. Overcoming that little voice in your head that makes you feel you cannot succeed is the biggest struggle ever. I am at the point now where money is at the forefront with medical bills and me needing surgery we cannot afford, so again, my writing has taken a backseat. Due to other issues in life, I don’t devote the time to marketing like I should. I am using my skills to sew, but even then, my heart is still a bit lost as to where I should be after my sewing machine broke. My wonderful friend, Karen, bought me another one. My daughter is facing being screened for breast cancer at only 26, my husband’s knees need shots we cannot afford, and I have a special needs dog along with a grandson who has eating issues that I help with when I can.

I have been lost for a while now, but it doesn’t mean I will not overcome. How does that song go? Anyhow, my path is full of twists and turns. I still am interested in medicine since I have kids and grandkids with medical issues, but feel I had that nursing experience so I could help them, not to be in the field. I keep up on my sales for my book and took the print one off the market. I have seen people put it up on Amazon for $80 and it sells…but I see no profit from it. Still, each night, I sit here and wonder what in the world I should be doing with my life. My sewing machine is gathering dust and I cannot find the effort to write anything of value. I am now 44 and have gotten into politics and even considered becoming a bounty hunter for several reasons, including an ex-son-in-law with a restraining order and now a felony rap. What am I to do from here? I should know by now, shouldn’t I?

To find the book that launched my career, find the eBook version on

Hitty and Her Next Hundred Years

Of find and like her Author’s Page on Amazon to find all of her works including “Twisted Tales”

Was The Death of the Obama Birth Certificate Verifier Caught on Video?

Accidental Patriot

Since the day it was announced that Loretta Fuddy, the Director of the Hawaii Department of Health who verified Obama’s birth certificate died mysteriously in a plane crash, there was some question of whether is was really  an “accident”. The authorities seem to be saying, yes. But, because of her close ties to the fraudulent Obama Birth Certificate,  many people fear that she was the most recent  in Obama’s “dead pool” and haven’t stopped looking for real answers. It seems  that amateur bloggers and Youtubers are the new Investigative Journalists in this new media society of “give the President a pass, or be a racist”.

I recently came across a video and still photos that were meticulously retrieved by a fellow blogger, from the Ferdinand Puentes GoCam videos that he took of the plane crash on December 11, 2013 in which  Loretta Fuddy  died. The photos can be found here:

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Pastor tries atheism, loses jobs, gains $19,000

I have a lot of respect for this guy to even take an unpopular approach to be able to prove something so important to himself.

CNN Belief Blog

By Daniel Burke, Belief Blog Co-editor

(CNN) — In the past, at times like these, when his life foundered and frayed around the edges, Ryan Bell often prayed for help. But this year, at least, the pastor has resolved not to.

For the next 12 months, Bell says he will live as if there is no God.

He will not pray, go to church, read the Bible for inspiration, trust in divine providence or hope in things unseen. He’s taking the opposite of a leap of faith: a free fall into the depths of religious doubt.

Bell’s “intellectual experiment,” which began January 1, has already borne dramatic consequences.

In less than a week, he lost two jobs teaching at Christian schools near his home in Los Angeles. He’s 42 and has been a pastor or in seminary for most of his adult life. Now he faces the prospect of…

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The 1940s Justice Society Of America Were A Surprisingly Progressive Bunch

This goes to show we have regressed rather than progressed!

STRAITENED CIRCUMSTANCES: Tim Hanley on Wonder Woman and Women in Comics

A few weeks back we learned that Wonder Woman’s background role as the secretary of the Justice Society in the 1940s wasn’t some sort of patriarchal, sexist scheme.  Instead, it was actually about William Moulton Marston wanting complete control of his character.  Today we’ll gain an even better appreciation for the people behind All-Star Comics.  Not only were they not sexist jerks, there were also some really impressive messages of tolerance in the book.

All-Star Comics #22 begins with Dr. Midnite strolling to the Justice Society headquarters when he comes across some ruffians beating up another boy.  He asks them what their problem is, and then straightens them out after they explain:

For the rest of the issue, various members of the Justice Society get sent through time to fight prejudice in various historical eras.  They all return to the present, keen to teach others the importance of…

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Easter Proclamation Abolishes the Papacy – Common Law Court and Covenanted Christians issue joint statement

Say what??

2012: What's the 'real' truth?

Posted on April 20, 2014
Thanks to S.

Breaking News Release: Easter Sunday, April 20, 2014 at 4 pm GMT

Easter Proclamation Abolishes the Papacy – Common Law Court and Covenanted Christians issue joint statement

Maastricht, Holland and Rome:

Today, at sunrise on Easter, April 20, 2014, ceremonies in Rome, London, Maastricht and at the key energy centers of the earth proclaimed and invoked the spiritual disestablishment of the church of Rome and the entity governing it. The Maastricht Proclamation was made by Rev. Kevin Annett at the oldest catholic church outside of Italy.

The Proclamation was preceded by sunrise exorcism ceremonies at the Vatican and dozens of other locations under the authority of spiritual elders. To quote their statement,

“This third and final exorcism of the dark entity of Rome is accomplished. The power of that false church is forever broken, and replaced by a new…

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Photos April 16: Top images from around the world

All I can say is WOW.

The day’s best photos, as selected by editors at Postmedia News, are a stunning collection of the greatest images from around the world.

This photo taken on April 16, 2014 shows helicopters heading to aid 476 passengers and crew aboard a South Korean ferry sinking on its way to Jeju island from Incheon, some 20 kilometres off the island of Byungpoong in Jindo. South Korean coastguard vessels and helicopters pulled passengers off a stricken ferry as it sank on April 16 off the southern coast.  (YONHAPYONHAP/AFP/Getty Images) This photo taken on April 16, 2014 shows helicopters heading to aid 476 passengers and crew aboard a South Korean ferry sinking on its way to Jeju island from Incheon, some 20 kilometres off the island of Byungpoong in Jindo. South Korean coastguard vessels and helicopters pulled passengers off a stricken ferry as it sank on April 16 off the southern coast. (YONHAPYONHAP/AFP/Getty Images)

This photo taken at sea some 20 kilometres off the island of Byungpoong in Jindo on April 16, 2014 shows South Korea Coast Guard members in helicopters trying to rescue some of the 477 passengers and crew aboard a South Korean ferry that capsized on its way to Jeju island from Incheon. South Korean officials said as many as 295 people were still unaccounted for after a ferry carrying 477 passengers and crew capsized off the south coast on April 16.   (YONHAPYONHAP/AFP/Getty Images) This photo taken at sea some 20 kilometres off the island of Byungpoong in Jindo on April 16, 2014. South Korean officials said as many as 295 people were still unaccounted for after a ferry carrying 477 passengers and crew capsized off the south coast on April 16. (YONHAPYONHAP/AFP/Getty Images)

This photo taken on April 16, 2014 shows helicopters heading to aid 476 passengers and crew aboard a South Korean ferry sinking on its way to Jeju island from Incheon, some 20 kilometres off the island of Byungpoong in Jindo. (South Korea Coast Guard/AFP/Getty Images) This photo taken on April 16, 2014 shows helicopters heading to aid 476…

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