Saturday, January 31, 2015


I've been thinking about Bruce Jenner for quite a while.  I  have watched the show about his family a grand total of three times.  I really don't care about those K's.  I really don't care about Bruce Jenner, per se.  Still, I find myself in deep thought about his current situation.  He's become a joke to the media.  I find that really sad.

He won my heart during the 1976 Olympics, winning gold for the decathlon.  He was beautiful; in sport and off the field,  and I just admired him.

Wish I had held onto this.
I was caught up, even at the young age of ten, in all of the Jenner stardom.  I had The Box.  I ate the Wheaties, and kept the empty box and tacked it onto my bedroom wall, alongside my poster of John Denver.

Soon, though, like every other idol, I lost interest.  I took the box down and put it into my bedroom closet and replaced it with Shaun Cassidy wallpaper.  That didn't mean my admiration for Bruce was gone.  Hardly.  I just kind of forgot about him.

His name was always out there, though, and when he was in the news or being interviewed, I would usually stop to listen, then just go about my day.  It was like, "Oh yeah, Bruce Jenner?  He was so awesome in '76!"  Always a fan - but from afar.

I completely lost track of him after that.  I married, and had kids.  No real mention of him except once in a while during the Olympics.  "Who could forget that day in 1976?"  kind of stuff.  Then the Internet was born and the entire globe changed in how it communicated.  And suddenly there was no privacy.  And everyone's skeletons were now out.  And nobody was sheltered. Now tabloids were not just a thing you saw at the check-out counter.  With a click of your mouse, you could get the ugliest stories about almost anyone, instantly.

And then, the "reality-TV" show was born. Perhaps it started with MTV's "The Real World"  and yes, I got totally into the first two seasons of that.  It soon became the same story, though, and I lost interest.  The cable networks did not.  Suddenly, every other show was about people either being forced to live together, or about famous families.  I watched "The Osbournes" for a few seasons, but that too became predictable. Then the Kardashian family got their show.  I had no flippin' idea who those people were.  Why are they so famous? I didn't get it.  Then I read that Bruce Jenner was on this show. Why would he be a part of a show like this?  So I watched it.  Ah-ha.  So that's why.  Okay, so he married into this family.  I could not watch anymore.  I was instantly disgusted by these people and turned it off.  And suddenly, the Kardashians were everywhere.

If we fast-forward a few years, we'll find that Bruce is suddenly in the "news" and quite a lot. Not for anything to do with his Olympic past, but because of the dynamics of his family, mainly between he and his wife, Kris Jenner, nee Kardashian.  Then talk of how his appearance was changing.  Is he wearing eye-liner?  Did he get his eyebrows waxed a bit too thin?  And then the media went crazy with this "story".  Even so far as putting his face on the cover of a major rag mag and photo-shopping make up on his face.

I'll just stop there.  Now, here is my take on Bruce Jenner.  Leave him alone.  I can't imagine how he feels right now.  I can't imagine how he's felt all throughout all of his life.  I don't know the man, so I can't put that into words.  What I can't fathom is having to hide who you are.  Can you imagine  living your life, and having to put on airs because others can't accept who you truly are?  I can't.  Many people have had to do this; hiding who they are. I don't care who you are; rich and famous, down and out, the girl-next-door, a relative or my physician.  Wouldn't it be a wonderful world if people could just support each other in their choices?

It's in the news that Bruce Jenner is about to come-out as a woman in transition.  Yes, this may shock some.  I'll be honest; at first, it did take me by surprise.  But, I got over it and he will soon be a she.  It's 2015, folks.  Can't we all just support each other?  I believe he knew from birth that he was not in the right body.  People may fight me on that.  Religion will be thrown in. "God doesn't make mistakes."  Bruce Jenner is not a mistake, and neither are all of our transsexual and transgendered neighbors.  Love thy neighbor.

I really have no use for any of the Kardashians, but I have to admit that when I saw Kim on ET recently talking about Bruce, I was really impressed with how she not only dealt with the interviewer, but she really seemed to be supporting her step-father.  My respect for her inched up a bit.  Very nice, Kim.

Anyway, I support him in his journey to find his way.  My admiration and respect has not changed.  In fact, I'd say it's increased quite a bit.  I haven't decided on if I'll watch his series on his transformation or not.  I want to believe that this is a serious look into how a person goes about making this change.  Yes, there will the the haters and the trolls, but I believe that he can overlook them and continue to pursue the person he truly is; a great one.

Good luck, Bruce.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Who Is She?

For the past three nights in a row, I have dreamed that I have a daughter. The first dream was her birth. I had her in the health room where I worked in my dream. I recall other women also giving birth on this same day. Some women were in a hospital wing of this place.  Others, like me, had to just go back to work. I remember feeling lousy but being told that because of my rank (?), I was not eligible to rest.

I recall packing to come home.  Rob was my husband.  We had no other children. We were in a hurry because we had dinner plans with another couple.  We were halfway home when we realized that we forgot our daughter.  We turned around.  We arrived at my place of employment, and I recall having to tell my supervisor that we forgot our child.  She laughed at me.  I then had to sign a waiver stating that I did, in fact, forget to bring my child home and that I would have to now wait until she could be brought to me. When we got her, we brought her home to our home, which looked like a metallic warehouse. I recall bathing this child and noting how soft her skin was.  How red her curls were.

Then, I woke up.

It was so real.

The second night's dream wasn't as memorable.  I do recall a girl.

The third night I dreamed that this child, a daughter, was entering middle school. Long, red curls. Freckles.  A very happy child. Lots of friends.  Rob and I were trying to find her classroom for some reason.  It was extremely loud and crowded with kids and parents.  As I walked to a room where I saw my child enter, I was greeted by an old friend of mine.  We'll call him Scott. He hugged me and we caught up on things.  He was to be my daughter's homeroom teacher.  This scene seemed to last for hours.

Again, it was so vivid.

I have no idea what has sparked these dreams.  It leaves me a bit unsettled.  I can no longer have children, so that's out of the question... or is it?  Maybe someday we'll adopt?  Who knows.
All I do know is that I have been trying to see this child in my conscious mind, now.  Her sparkling eyes. Bright and happy.  Who is she?  Does she exist?  Silly, yes.  Still...

"A little girl in a dream represents prosperity, wealth after poverty, and ease after a passing adversity. Seeing a baby girl of milk suckling age is even better in a dream. It means a new and a praiseworthy development in one’s life, or it could mean receiving benefits one is hoping for, or living a new world. A little girl in a dream also represents something exclusive for the one who saw her in his dream. Carrying a little girl in a dream means release of a prisoner, or if one is suffering from difficulties, or if he is at fault in an argument, or if he is indebted or poor, it means that all of his worries will be dispelled by the glad tidings of this little girl. If none of these conditions apply, then it means distress or misfortune. A little girl in a dream also means a new world, while a young girl in a dream implies getting a new job. If a woman sees a little girl in a dream, it means that she cannot conceive children... "


Until next time, 
Sweet dreams!