Tag: Princess

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 ❤️

 

 

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.

Today Is Rare Disease Day  2016 ….Daddy I Wish……

Daddy I Wish….originally posted on my blog You Are Already Beautiful Parry  Romberg Syndrome and Me My story by Cheryl Rick Klein 

I am sharing this very personal story to support #rarediseaseday and #NORD 

If you know someone suffering from a rare disease please reblog and share this post originally written in 2010 to #raiseawareness , #educate and #support others living with a #RareDisease 

  

It has beem 16 years since you left and yes daddy I am still fighting to survive and won’t give up. 
  

Dedicated with love to MANNY RICK my dad who died May 23, 2000

My father was the first to notice that something was very wrong with my face when a small cut by my chin didn’t heal. He wasted no time and took me to every medical expert to find out was was wrong.

He held my hand and told me that I was still beautiful and told me to remain strong. He told me he would never give up to make me well again.

He showed me what true beauty is. You won’t find it in any mirror.
My dad lost both his legs to complications having diabetes.

I told him what he told me so many years ago.

Be strong, you are a beautiful person.

And he was………

It was the day of my little sister’s wedding. I went over to my parent’s house

to get ready for the big event.

Suddenly, my mother, and my two sisters were gathering their gowns and were heading to the door. ” Where are you going ? I asked.”

We have to get to the temple early we are having our makeup done professionally. They didn’t make a appointment for me.

My face said it all. My dad who was watching the situation remarked “I told you it wasn’t right to not include Cheryl.”

I just stood speechless as they pushed past me and headed out the door.

I ran upstairs to my old room and cried. I didn’t understand why I was not included. I lost half my face to Parry romberg Syndrome and it took years of cosmetic procedures to erase the damage on the outside, however in that moment I knew nothing could erase the emotional scars I tried to hide from the world. 

Could my own family be so shallow and actually be jealous I became too pretty???

My father called me to come downstairs.

He had tears in his eyes when he saw me. He opened his arms and hugged me tight. We cried together in silence. 

Then he said the most beautiful words to me I will never forget.

” You don’t need a make-up artist you are so beautiful just the way you are.”

I loved my dad more than anyone in the world. He saw the pain I hid in a smile.

My father also was fighting for his life after he was diagnosed in his late 50’s with Diabetes.

Diabetes is also a auto-immune illness that ravaged my father’s body and eventually took both his legs. 

I told him the same words he told me years ago. “You will always be beautiful to me daddy.” I hugged him tight and he cried like a baby in my arms. 
Parry Romberg Syndrome became a official rare disease in 2001.

Sadly my dad never knew I was finally diagnosed, he died just one year before.
   
  

Fairytale Dragons

  
This works the same in “real” life doesn’t it??????????

You need to be strong, very strong to beat your own personal “dragons” whatever or whoever they are.  

Sometimes I just give up because I don’t believe my own fairytale has a happily ever after.

The last few months a very evil “dragon” has beaten me and my family down. Without my consent my husband moved my 78yr old mother in law into my house. She and I have never gotten along. The stress level has been so bad since the dragon moved in that three months after she invaded my home my husband had a sudden heart attack at 53 years old. I believe “karma” had something to do with this . I get chest pains everyday and worry I am next. “Somebody is gonna die if this “dragon” doesn’t leave.”I tell this to my husband everyday. He tells me then to  leave because he is afraid of his mother the dragon. 

After knowing my husband 25 years he picks the dragon over me. 

I am angry , very very angry. 

I have been battleing the dragon my heartless fire breathing bitch of a mother in law for now 8 months. 

Friday night “You are killing me.” … no response . I say much louder “Get the fuck out of my house!!!!!!” 

She and her 24 hour aid that also lives here look at me like I am crazy….

My husband tells his mom “She is off her meds.” 

What meds ????? I may be depressed, but I am not psychotic . I want to scream but stay silent. 

I creep upstairs to my new “bedroom” which used to be the living room. It is  the only place I have any privacy. The dragon is confined to a wheelchair and can’t get up the stairs. I am alone but I feel safe. 

My  18 year old daughter is horrified with the abuse I have been put through. She had been withdrawn because she desperately wants to help her mother. She also wants the dragon to leave. She yells at her father that he is destroying me and she can’t handle seeing me in such pain. 

My sister called today and told me bluntly,”You have to leave your son of a bitch husband .” I laughed silently “My husband is a son of a dragon bitch.” Lol. 

You have to find the strengh to get your life back. “You have your whole  family behind you to help , you are not alone.”

I don’t care anymore about my husband or the dragon. They are monsters for what they have done to me.

I will unlock my own dungeon and escape this very scary “fairy tale.” 

This won’t be easy and will take time but I will find my “happily ever after.” Without  a sword I will beat the dragons.    

    These fire breathing dragons will be very angry when I leave my dream house  that I loved and and brought up my two daughters in for the past ten years. 

To my dragon mother in law ….. Burn baby burn…….. along with your bastard son. 
  
       

And that’s me in the photo above. I walked through the flames and exited my personal hell . I will never look back. 

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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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……..

  

    

My Princess Daughter Goes To Work

 

   A few months ago my 17 year old daughter Nikki came home and said “Guess what happened today?” Before I even had a chance to reply she burst out “I got a job mommy!”
     She totally caught me off guard considering the fact I had no idea she was even looking for one. She went on to tell me that she was in her favorite local boutique, Reign,where she frequently shopped and summoned up the courage to ask the owner if they were hiring. 

     The owner smiled and  asked her some basic questions about what grade she was in and her age. When my daughter informed her she was 17 and finishing up her Junior year in high school.  The owner then told her that she normally only hires college age girls that have some prior retail experience. Instead of taking her comments as a rejection, my daughter didn’t get intimidated and told the the owner that she loves fashion and was a quick learner. The owner was suddenly listening now! Nikki added that she lived minutes away from the store and had her own car to get there. Impressed by her attitude and determination looked Nikki up and down and commented “You certainly have the right look and style to work here.” Then she hired Nikki on the spot. 

     It wasn’t a easy transition for Nikki who suddenly had give up her after school naps and couldn’t hang out with her friends as often especially since she worked almost every weekend. She made some personal sacrifices but when she started to get weekly paychecks she had a new found sense of independence and I watched my little girl transform into a beautiful responsible young woman. 

    On my birthday she bought me a beautiful pair of Tori Burch sandels. I was so touched because I knew how many hours she worked to pay for them. I told her she shouldn’t have spent so much of her own money on a gift fot me but she dissagreed and said “Mommy, it’s the first time I bought you a present you deserve because I love you so much!” Of course I cried. 

     Nikki continued to work and she would come home with stories about customers who she helped find the “perfect” outfit to wear for a special ocassion or a college student who needed a whole new wardrobe. Nikki told me how she so good she felt  when she saw a customer smiling as they looked at themself  in the mirror in a outfit she helped them pick out. 

     That was about six months ago and my daughter still works there. It took very little time to prove to owner she made the right decision. Only about a month after she started working , the owner told her that although she was the youngest employee she ever hired and proved to be a valuable asset to her very busy boutique. She even was named “salesperson of the month” that affirmed  Nikki was doing a excellent job at Reign. 

      I also shop in this trendy store where I now even get a 20 percent discount! A perk of being Nikki’s mom. Lol. One day when I was in the store the owner pulled me aside and told me that Nikki was loved by her customers and the store staff. “I am adopting Nikki,” she joked.  “You can have her until she leaves in a year for college.” I jokingly repied.Then she said on a more seriously note “You should be so proud of yourself for raising a daughter that is so responsible, confident and respectful of others.” She added “These things can’t be taught at school.”

       As I left the store that day I thought to myself although me and husband certainly weren’t perfect parents we did a pretty good job raising our Nikki! 

       I am one proud mommy!

 

   Nikki and Me
    

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!!!!!!