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Hug It Out

Children believe anything can be magically fixed with a hug, even a evil Queen 

Never stop believing in Fairy Tales !!!

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Never Grow Up 


These are my two precious daughters Nikki and Sam . 

 Time has flown by so fast and my little girls are now young ladies.  They are almost  ready to go out into the world without me holding their hands . 

 Even Though I constantly told them to “Never grow up,” they did. 

 I just heard the song playing “Never Grow Up” by Taylor Swift as I was driving home tonight. I have heard this song before but tonight I was overcome with bittersweet emotions. 

I had to pull over and park my car on the side of road because I was hysterically crying as the song continued to play. This is what I heard….. 

    “Never Grow Up” lyrics written by Taylor Swift 


  Oh , my little darlings you both have grown up and have become smart , confident ,compassionate and beautiful young ladies . I taught you to go after your dreams and make them a reality. 

Yes all mothers secretly wish their children will never grow up and just stay little .  Life however is not that simple . 

Life Is Right In Front Of You ! 

 

When things get tough I reflect about my past. 

It’s funny I realize now how selective my memory is over time. The truth is 20  or even 30 years ago I dealt with horrible toxic people and situations that I hid away in my subconsciousness . 

It is what it is .

It was what it was. 

I try to deal with my life now day by day. 

I live in the present and have no idea what the future might bring. 

    Fuck The Past. 

     Fucking own it ! 

This Princess has Scars 


I have scars some have been the result of a terrible rare disease that nearly destroyed the right side of my face. I was only 11 years old when this disease without a name suddenly appeared. I was seen by so many top doctors and specialists in NYC and nobody could diagnose what was happening to me.

Running out of options my desperate parents were recommended to see one of most respected innovative Dermotologists name Norman Oreintriech . His client list included Elizabeth Taylor, Andy Wahol , Cary Grant and so many others.


Dr Oreintriech was intimadating when my mother took me to see him for a consultation when I was twelve. He took a look at my face and told my mom “I have    never took on such a young patient, but, I am willing to try to fix the damage done to her face because even though she has terrible scars I can see how beautiful she was and will we be again.” Then he added “Honestly, if I saw no potential and if she was below average looking, I would tell you to not waste your money and your time and just take her home.” I still remember how those words changed my life and how it to be given “HOPE.”

       Dr Norman Orientriech gave me my life back. He slowly filled up face with small monthly amounts of silicone every month. I waited for hours sometimes in his waiting room filled with well dressed very attractive NYC socialite types of women. When I finally saw the doctor he would take photos of my face and inject over 100 or so painful silicone injections into my right upper lip and lower cheek and chin area until the small vial containing the carefully measured monthly amount of silicone was empty.The whole routine took about 5 minutes.  He would barely say anything to me or my mom except “See you next month.”

I teenage years were taken away from me socially. I still had tons of girlfriends who were “True Friends” and never left my side while I was disfiqured. They treated me exactly the same although there lives were all about going to parties and having boyfriends. I wasn’t jealous, I listened to their stories and was happy for them. If somebody in school made fun of me or called me things like “Scarface” and one of my many popular friends were present they would defend me and verbally attack  these few immature mostly male bastards.

Over 100,000 dollars and over a 100 or so monthly trips to Dr. Norman Orientreich , my face was finally almost scar free. The scars I endured battleing this illness emotionally would still haunt me till this day.

I was 22 years old, engaged and well, okay quite beautiful the last time I saw Dr. Norman Orientriech. I was all grown up and Dr. Orientriech looked younger every time I saw him over the past 10 years. He was now developing skin care products for Nuetrogena and Clinique . That day we both decided that I didn’t need any more injections. His job was done and the promise he made my mom and me over 10 years prior came true.

Mr. Orientriech wished me well and hugged me tight and like always he was in a rush to see his next patient but I could see he had tears in his eyes.

That was over 30 years ago.

On this Father’s Day I want to dedicate this post to Dr. Orientriech a dedicated dermotologist who invented so many skin products and procedures years before other top doctors in his field. He is also a loving father. His son David and daughter Catherine are both Dermotologists have their practice in the same NYC office.

I saw David Orientriech a few weeks ago for some touch-up work on my face. He told me that his dad was now retired and 90 years old.

At the end of visit David Orientreich looked at me closely and said to me “I finally know who the girl in the photo still sitting on his father’s desk for so many years is!”

“It’s you!” The girl in the photo was me indeed. What a honor!

Happy Fathers Day Dr. Norman Orientriech ❤️

 

 

Is A Voodoo Doll Like A Person So You Can ….. Hurt Somebody?

   
 

I had to repost this highly informative and totally hysterical post I found on Google when I was looking for information how to make a Voodoo doll to make my uninvited houseguest , my motherinlaw , leave my house after seven months of torturing me and my family after seven months of pure hell. 

      Let me explain why I was researching  “Black Magic?”I ‘ve tried every every other way imaginable to ask her to leave from using the polite approach  “By the way when are you going back to your gorgeous three bedroom condo ,I heard you can get to the 2nd floor now that they finished fixing your elevator!!!!!!!!!!!!” That was about four months ago! Now I basically just say “Hey you bitch with the evil eye! “Get the fuck out of my house you took over.”

      For those of you apoalled by my lack of respect for my “evil” M.I.L please don’t judge me until you have the same nightmare situation as me. 

      Some of you might be saying leave the wheelchair bound grandmother alone she is old and lonely. WRONG!!!!! for there is no reason she should even be in a wheelchair in the first place millions of people get hip replacements like her and walk fine. She is just fucking lazy!

       Also she has long term nursing care and not only does my M.I.L live with me but I have had at least 15 different 24 hour aides that also have slept in my basement for the last seven months. Nothing like having creepy strangers who got a “aide” certificate from taking a three hour class at Walgreens, lol,so they can sit all day in my den , wipe my M.I.L’s ass and watch Dr .phil all day!!!!!!!!

      This is basically the short version why I was looking to alternative methods to get my Motherinlaw to leave my house.

      Enjoy reading the reposted article below. My husband and I were LMAO!!!!!! 

     I have not made or bought a voodoo doll yet but I probably will today!

     

 

Ask Voodoo Mama

The “Dear Abby” of Voodoo answers your questions about New Orleans Voodoo, Hoodoo, Conjure & Spiritualism

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Is a voodoo doll like a person so you can like…hurt someone?

Interesting question, and one of the most commonly asked. Voodoo dolls in the New Orleans Voodoo tradition are meant to be used as focusing tools in ritual and meditation. However, because of the portrayal in popular media of Voodoo dolls are something to stick pins into in order to put a hex on someone, it has unfortunately become a common practice by those who are not true followers of Voodoo to use them in this way. Some people believe that you can affect a person in any way you want following the principles of sympathetic magic. Sympathetic magic suggests that you can influence a situation or person by imitating that which you desire. So, in theory, if you “harm” a Voodoo doll that was created to represent a specific person, then you will also harm the person that the doll represents.
There is a strong psychological component to sticking a pin in a Voodoo doll. It can actually be quite therapeutic for the one doing the sticking. If you are the intended target, just the suggestion of someone hexing you with a Voodoo doll is enough to create a self-fulfilling prophecy. In other words, if you believe things will go wrong, they will. Indeed, Voodoo magic is faith based, which means you have to believe in order for it to work. However, the idea that you can influence things to come simply by thinking about them has been challenged.
For example, several years ago, a team of psychologists at Harvard took “several dozen college-aged men and women, a fake Voodoo doll and an obnoxious man wearing a “Stupid people shouldn’t breed” t-shirt…Each test subject and the confederate were ushered into the lab and seated at a table in front of a handmade twig-and-cloth Voodoo doll…For background, the experimenter told the pair they would be partners in a study of “physical health symptoms that result from psychological factors…in the context of Haitian Voodoo'” (Morin, 2006). Both partners were given a scholarly article on Voodoo deaths to read.” The twist was that one of the participants was a confederate and instructed to act in an annoying fashion in the presence of the other participant. The other participant, coined the “witchdoctor” because of the role he was to play, did not know that the other participant was a confederate.
“The confederate dressed and behaved normally with half of the participants — and very badly with the other half. He arrived late wearing the obnoxious T-shirt, and muttered, “What’s the big deal?” when the experimenter said she was beginning to get worried. He tossed an extra copy of a consent form toward the trash can, but missed and left it on the floor” (Morin, 2006).
The confederate (victim) wrote his name on a piece of paper and pinned it to the voodoo doll. Both participants were then asked if they had any of 26 physical symptoms, including runny nose, sore muscles, and headache. The victim stated he had no symptoms, a statement overheard by the witchdoctor.
“The witch doctor was then left alone and instructed to think “concrete thoughts” about the victim. The researchers assumed that those participants exposed to the confederate in his offensive guise were more likely to harbor “evil thoughts” about their victim–an assumption that was later borne out when they asked them if they had thought badly about their ill-mannered partner. When the victim was brought back into the room, the witch doctor, again acting on instructions, stuck five pins into the Voodoo doll. The victim was again once again asked if he had any ailments. This time, he complained that he had a headache.
The witch doctor-participants were escorted from the room and completed a questionnaire asking whether they felt responsible for the victim’s headache, whether they believed they had actually caused them harm and whether they actually had caused the headache. “The participants led to generate evil thoughts about their victim were more likely than the neutral-thinking participants to believe that they caused his headache” the researchers reported.
In fact, test subjects who had thought bad things about the creepy victim were, on average, twice as likely to feel they were at least partially responsible for causing the headache than those who had neutral thoughts, they found. “These feelings of responsibility were apparent on each of the individual items in the composite,” they reported, indicating that evil-thinking participants were more likely to feel that they had caused the symptoms, that their practice of Voodoo caused the headache, and that they had tried to harm the victim” (Morin, 2006).
Check out this video. It is related to the present discussion and demonstrates the power of suggestion. Atheist, sceptic & mentalist Derren Brown challenges the beliefs of a New Age believer with the use of a Voodoo Doll.

Reference
Morin, R. (2006). Who do that Voodoo at Harvard? Pew Research Center Publications. Retrieved: http://pewresearch.org/pubs/66/who-do-that-voodoo-at-harvard

Denise Alvarado at 9:54 AM
1 comment:
DrkMIrageJune 4, 2015 at 6:38 AM

If you have a brand new voodoo doll, and left it at work, can it do any harm to who ever finds it? Even if no spell work has been done on it?
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The Fur POM POM Mom

The Fur Pom Pom Mom 
       

        
This cute furry Pom Pom keychain is #trending as the must have #accessory of 2016. They come in every color and price range depending on the brand and if the fur is real or faux. My daughter bought me a hot pink fox fur Pom from Saks for Hanukah. She told me a Pom keychain makes it is so easy to find your keys in a large handbag. Sounds like a item I really needed because I have really big handbags. 
    I thought about Adrian, a former #RHOB , who always said , “The bigger the bag the smaller the tush.” 

    I totally fell in love with Adrian’s  #fashion logic! From that moment on I only have bought really large handbags! 

      I attached my keys to the hot pink Pom Pom and placed it in my handbag. That night I needed to get my asthma spray out of my bag and so I got out of bed in the dark half asleep and reached into my huge handbag and felt something furry and screamed! “There is a huge mouse in my bag.” I got my hand out of that bag so quickly and threw the bag across the bedroom. The bag landed upside down and the contents of my huge bag fell out and were now scattered all over my bedroom floor.

     The first thing I saw was that hot pink furry Pom that practically glowed in the dark. I found my “mouse.” Yes, I just had a very embarrassing blonde moment !!!!!! #LOL !!!!!!  

      Maybe I should get a furry Pom Pom hat ? Hmmmmmm
   

 
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Remembering David Bowie

When I heard about David Bowie death I was in shock. Unlike other rockstars Bowie led a very private life and like most people I didn’t even know he had cancer. 

      David Bowie was at the peak of his career in the late  1970’s and 1980’s . I was about 14 when I heard the song “Changes” one day after school at my friend’shouse. The song shocked many because the lyrics were interpreted that Bowie was either gay or transgender. The song was written about a very “taboo” subject at the time it was released. I remember my friend and shut her bedroom door so her mother couldn’t hear us playing “Changes” over and over again…….. I fell in love with David Bowie’s music that day so long ago.

      Bowie was a true original. He didn’t care if he was labeled “weird” or controversial. He was a true artist and talented writer. His songs have some of the powerful and beautiful lyrics about his view on life and love. So many of his song lyrics have become very popular quotes. Below are some of my personal favorite David Bowie lyrics that touched my life forever.

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    And my all time favorite lyrics from the song “Heroes”, in photo below, because it is a profoundly beautiful statement how he felt about love and relationships. 

  We lost a true Rock Icon the day David Bowie passed away , but he left us his musical  legacy that will be listened to for generations. 

  
 

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!

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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