Category: Princess Tales

Love This Princess Right


 If you are in a relationship like the one described in the above photo you are loved.

 If not you may want to take a step back and take a long look in the mirror. Do you look happy and feel loved? If not you should re-evaluate your current relationship and ask yourself “Don’t I deserve to be respected and adored.?

    The answer is “yes.” 


Is your crown  slipping????  If so maybe this relationship isn’t meant to be. If you are put down, insulted, controlled, sad, and cry more than you laugh  ….. walk away now. 

 You don’t destroy people you love.

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I Was Born On Election Day

My fairytale began was I was born on November 5 which that year landed on the first Tuesday of November which was also Election Day. My poor mom was in labor without any meds for 14 long hours. At one point my grandfather who was so upset at hearing his daughter’s labor screams echoing through the entire hospital floor, grabbed my dad and yelled “What did you do to my daughter!” LOL!!!!!

    At 5:30 I finally was born and my mother “The Queen,” who was so exhausted took one look at her newborn princess, and then  banished me to the hospital nursery! 

         

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            Even my dad was a little mad I was born on Election Day because he didn’t even get to a chance to vote. Did it really matter? he was the “King” afterall! 

       

 

Princess Spirit Week

  

I never knew what “spirit week” was before I moved to the south shore of Long Island but I soon found out when my older daughter entered high school. Last week my older daughter who is a senior taught her freshman sister how to rock Spirit Week. 

 Monday was the first day of Spirit Week and the theme was  “Pajama Day.” My daughter dressed up in a hooded “Care Bear” onesie. A few of her friends had the same idea. LOL!

 
Tuesday was renamed  “Tiki Tuesday.”  Everyone wore tropical type clothes that day. My daughter and her best friend dressed exactly the same. This is what she posted on Instagram. 
 
 On Wednesday the theme was “I Love the USA.” So as you could imagine everyone showed up wearing red white and blue outfits to show their patriotism. This is what my daughter wore and posted on Instagram. My daughter Nikki is the one in the red tutu!

  
 

 Thursday was “Costume Day” of course my daughter and her friends decided to dress up as Disney Princesses! My daughter was Sleeping Beauty ! No shock there because my daughter loves to sleep and take long naps after school .  

 
Okay not everyone wanted to be a princess as you can see in the photo above. 

 Friday was “homecoming Day” and the entire School dressed up wearing green “Cougar” teeshirts  which is their school mascot . 

 
Later that night I watched the “Cougars” football team win their homecoming game against a rival team. The homecoming King and Queen were crowned and the Cheerleaders didn’t stop cheering all night. 

 Every high school should have “Spirit Week.” Showing pride for your school is a beautiful thing!

I Live Minutes Away From The Amityville Horror House!

  
  Yes this is the actual infamous Amityville Horror house located on 112 Ocean Drive where six members of the DeFeo family were shot to death execution style including both parents and four of their sleeping children on November 13, 1974 by 23 year old by the oldest son Ronnie DeFeo. 

      In 1977 the Lutz family bought the Amityville waterfront property on Ocean Drive and were quoted as saying they “could handle living in the house.” Many speculated  the Lutz’s  bought the Amityville house to capitalize on the tradgic deaths of the DeFeo Family. The Lutz’s claimed to experience demonic and supernatural events including foul odors and seeing “green slime ”   were considered hoaxes by most local residents and paranormal experts. The Lutz’s moved out of the Amityville house a few months later. They eventually had a book deal and six movies were made based on the Amityville Horror house. 

        When I moved to the south shore I never ventured to Ocean Drive to check out the Amityville Horror House. I really had no interest to visit the site. One night my husband took me to a italian restaurant called “Mama’s” which we heard had really good italian food. It was located in Amityville. After a delicious dinner and the best baked clams I ever had in my life my husband made on the way home made a turn onto Ocean Drive. I was like no way are you taking me to the Amityville Horror House! He just laughed at me. Since I am a horror and paranormal junkie I was a little intriqued. It took it a little while to find the house since the new owners changed the actual house number address for privacy reasons but once I spotted the only house on Ocean Drive which even in the dark I could see the famous  boathouse I knew I we found the house. 

     There were two cars in the driveway so apparently the house was occupied I noticed. Since I am intuitive, my husband asked me if I wanted to get out of the car and walk around. I declined his idea right away. The well groomed house with protective a black steel fence surrounding the front of the house was the new owner’s way of saying “No Tresspassing”  

     To be honest I really wanted to go home. I saw the the Amityville Horror House and it looked like every other well groomed house on Ocean Drive. 

      A few weeks later I was getting my hair colored and my colorist who lived in Amityville told me that that all locals knew  the true story of why Ronnie DeFeo killed his entire family. She told me he was a crytal meth addict. “That is why he heard the voices telling him to kill his family.” 

      I felt so sad for the DeFeo family who died so senselessly . The next day I went back to the Amityville House and left six red roses on the front lawn. One for each of the six DeFeo family members who were brutally murdered . This wasn’t a fairytale. This was real. 

  I never will return to that house again……..

  

    

Not Every Witch Lives In Salem

There are witches all around us. Most are good and have only the best intentions. I should know because my mother always claimed she was a witch! Like most witch’s she was a strong woman who fiercely loved and protected my family at any cost. My mother taught me while growing up that being a “good” person was more important than any religion. She warned me that although she felt most people were “good” I would come in contact with a few people in my life who were truly evil.  She seemed to have this 6th sense to spot a dark soul or what she referred to as having the “evil eye.”  

My mother didn’t have a book of spells or cook up a special brew to get rid of people who crossed her path with the intention of causing her and my family halm. All I know is she somehow fought back and they never crossed her path again. 

 Witches are misunderstood. My mom didn’t fly around on a broomstick or wear a pointy hat. However, she loved black cats and of course we had one that always sat on my mother’s lap. LOL! 

 My mother only wished the best for her friends and her family. She was a role model and such a positive inspiration in my life . Even though My mother called herself a “witch” to me she was angel on earth . 

   
 
 

   Happy Halloween!!!!!! 

Summer On Long Island’s South Shore

        One of the reasons I moved to the town of Merrick on the South Shore of Long Island because my first true love grew up here and I remember visiting him when he lived with his parents and was impressed that his whole block had a unobstructed view of the bay leading into the Atlantic Ocean. Most of these homes had their own docks where their luxurious yachts and expensive fast motorboats were anchored and ready to go . 

        I never realized the town I picked to move to on the south shore is a five minute car ride to Jones Beach. So I am spoiled because I never have to deal with beach traffic !  

       

   

      Most people on the South Shore who don’t live on waterfront property belong to various beach clubs which offer cabanas and restaurants. However, there are long waiting lists to   become a member of these limited space beach clubs. 

     The next best thing is having a jetski where a 14 year old can take a short course and get a license to legally drive one without a parent. My daughter has a few friends that just got new jetskis that cost approx 3000  dollars each when they graduated Middle School!  My daughter has been jetskiing all summer on her best friends hot pink jetski that seats three riders. I have been a little nervous thinking about my baby 14 year old going approx 70MPH in the bay that leads into the Atlantic Ocean.  I guess that is normal. 

   Since I lived most of my life on the North Shore where people have pools in their backyards,belong to country clubs, and going on a huge cruise ship was my idea of “boating” , moving to the South Shore was quite a change for me. 

      I however, opted to buy a house across the street from the bay and I am one of the few houses to have a huge built-in pool in my backyard. I guess I will always be a North Shore Princess!  

       Yes, this is my favorite float currently in my pool! 

Take A Gamble On Love

Love finds you when you least expect it.

    I went on a last minute vacation to the trendy El San Juan Hotel in Puerto Rico with my parents. I had just moved back to there home in Roslyn on the North Shore of Long Island after I left my first husband after 14 months of newlywed hell.

     I was barely 26 years old when my divorce was final and was suddenly single for the first time in my life since I was seventeen. Even though my parents were happy the marriage was over because they never liked the guy, I could tell they were not too thrilled to have their “little princess” back living in their house. 

     They had a plan, take me away to Puerto Rico, a week after I moved back home, and hopefully I would meet someone. Really? Was that even possible? My mom who claimed to have phychic abilities must have received a sign! Lol! 

     The first night in Puerto Rico my parents went to bed and left me alone at a blackjack table with a couple of black chips each worh a hundred dollars. I remember getting strange looks from the other players who eyed my black chips probably thinking why I was sitting at a blackjack table with a ten dollar minimum bet. 

    I looked totally clueless and I guess I was because it was a few years since I played blackjack. The basic rules like don’t hit on 17 etc I remembered and It wasn’t until a few vodka shots and about five hands later I noticed a really cute dark haired guy smiling at me across the table.

      Then I suddenly remember getting dealt really bad cards and not quite knowing whether to take a hit or not, this cute stranger was trying to offer his advice. Then the person playing next to me got up and the cute guy got up and sat next to me. 

     So we played blackjack and flirted through every hand. I found out his name was “David” who happened to be a lawyer and lived in a condo in NYC. 

       We took the elevator to my floor located on the penthouse and he was impressed. I informed him My parents were seasoned gamblers and were treated like royalty at this hotel. We had a few cocktails at the private bar on my hotel floor. He kissed me and it felt so right.

   At about three in the morning I went back to my hotel room and my mom was furious at me for coming in so late.  I told her mom “I met a cute 31yr old lawyer from NYC.”  She suddenly calmed down and smiled.  Maybe my mom is really phychic ????? 

  
      I moved into David’s penthouse condo six months later and was engaged to him within a year I was living like Carrie Bradshaw having sex in the city without the drama. 

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    Yes I still have the same Dior tee 

        

 

     

Sexual Abuse Is Not A FairyTale 

When I was in my teens I made my first gynocologist appointment because I had a serious boyfriend and wanted to go on the pill. Since I came from a strict family I was too afraid to tell my mother or ask her advice on what local doctor I should see. I was young and scared so I decided I wanted to see a female doctor and found one online. I told nobody about my appointment and went to this doctor myself. She seemed friendly and knew right away by my nervous composure I had never had a internal vaginal exam. I remember she tried to tell me the exam was “No big deal, ” with a smile. I remember putting my legs in the stirrups and feeling very uncomfortable. She inserted her finger and then some kind of metal object into my vagina. It felt extremely painful and even though it was my first vaginal exam my I thought to myself that something about this exam was just not right. After what seemed like forever the exam was finally over. The doctor had this weird look on her face as she told me to get dressed. When I got off the table and stood up I doubled over in extreme pain. I thought to myself the vaginal pain was probably normal since it was my first exam. I drove home with my prescription for the pill and couldn’t stop my gut instict telling me I was sexually violated. A few weeks later I was having lunch with a friend of mine who told me over lunch about her recent visit to her gynocologist. Her story was almost exactly identical to my experience. I then asked her the name of her doctor and was sick to my stomach when I found out she saw the same female gynocologist I saw. My friend and I were both sexually abused by the same woman. We went together and filed police reports and we were told that they would look into the matter but informed us most likely nothing could be done about the compliants because we had no physical evidence she had sexually violated us. A few weeks passed and my friend told me that her father, who happened to be a cardiologist, looked into the matter after she decided to tell him about the still very traumatic experience. He found out at least twenty other young women also filed reports with local police that they were sexually violated by this doctor. We all had one thing he noticed in common, it was all our first experience being vaginally examed, and that was very disturbing the fact just how many others like ourselves were also victims of a sexual crime and never knew it! He then filed a formal complaint the state medical board. After a formal long investigation, the woman gynocologist who sexually abused so many young women had her medical license revoked. Over twenty years later I told my 17 year old daughter, who I suspected is sexually active, that when she is ready to see a gynocologist for the first time I would make all the arrangements and go with her. She smiled and replied “Of couse I will mommy I tell you everything.” The point I am trying to make is maybe my still sexually traumatic experience could have been avoided if I had the type of mother I could have confided in about my sexual issues. If you have daughters my advice is tell them never to be afraid to confide in you about anything. I can’t change what happened to me but I can make sure my two teenage daughters never have to go through what I did.
  

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