Greetings neighbors! It’s hard to believe that we are already at April 13, 2022. Time is fleeting, and no, I am not about to jump up and “put my hand on my hips and turn my knees inside…” Oh, it’s Wednesday and I need a little trip back in time to remind me of the things that were quirky and cool when I was a teenager. I have only seen the Rocky Horror Picture show at a midnight showing once in my life but I think it is time to revisit. Now to get Hubby excited for it. I just checked and the Nuart, a theater in West Los Angeles, and YES!!! it still shows this cult classic at midnight. I can feel the hamster in my head wake up and head to his wheel…Press play for a fun and instructional, dance video.

It’s just a jump to the left…

The release date of the Rocky Horror Picture show was on September 26, 1975. I was five going on thirty. My sisters were all much older than me, this “pill baby”. Technically, my Mother forgot to take a few pills and here I am today…(Whistling). Being a youngest kid meant that I was always trying to keep up with my much older sisters. My oldest sister was 14 years older than I and treated me like her child. I remember my sisters Cathy and Denise are what people call my “Full sisters” and my other two sisters are my “halves”. Well, I don’t like those terms, they are my “whole” sisters through and through and have never thought otherwise. Anyhow, my sisters used to have their friends over for BBQ’s and late night star gazing in our backyard. When my Dad ordered ONTv (cable TV was in it’s infancy) we started having movie viewing parties. I think I was around 7 when I first saw the Rocky Horror Picture show. I even taught some of my elementary school friends the dance moves. My Mom, being an older Mom, used to send me off with my sister on outings or leave me with them when they would go out or take a trip. She was always tired (She had diabetes). Often I was watching the things that my hippie older sister and their friends would watch. I saw Jaws in the theater at 5, the Omen (all parts), the Wall and Tommy before I was 10. I get it, it was easy back then as I was a very large child, tall and clumsy. Yes, child, but I was treated like I was much older. Anyhow, when in 1982 or 83 I met my friend Shannon and she knew about the Rocky Horror Picture Show and had told me about going to the midnight show. It intrigued me so. My sister Denise who was seven years older than I, took me with her and friends one night and we saw the show at the Santa Anita Mall. Honestly, I hardly remember it. I think I had drank way too much for a 13 year old kid that day and many of the days after, that is until I got pregnant at 16. Life after that was messy, but I got through it and I am here today, sitting in front of this screen.

That is me as a 6 year old and already almost 5 feet tall and at a petting zoo in Santa Ana. My sister who is 5’9″ is standing right behind me. Fun fact – I carried around stuffed animals till I was around 10 or 11 and stopped when a “friend” made fun of me for being a baby. On my first trip to Las Vegas, I made my Dad go back to the hotel room to get my stuffed animals so they could also see the lights of Vegas. Another reason why he is the best man I have ever known.

Lately, I have been trying to get photos together for the kids, my kids. I started boxes for them of all the keepsakes that I have saved over the years. I saw a photo of me and my nieces and a friend from school and it made me sad. Why, I was nine and looked like a lady and not a child. The photo brought up lots of emotions, I remember crying at Kmart when my mom told me that nothing that I liked fit so I would have to go to the Women’s section where the clothes were roomier. Thankfully, times have changed and kids of all sizes and shapes have a better chance of feeling included with everyone in fashion. Trust me, I had a friend named Tina and she was tiny. She only fit clothes from the Little Folks Shop, even in high school. Fashion back then was only meant for people that fit clothes in the Young Women’s section. One thing I am glad that my own children did not experience was growing pains, well, not as bad I remember. I remember my legs locking up in Charlie Horses and dragging myself to my parents room for help. One summer I grew four inches and I remember my Mom taking me for a checkup and worried that I may have something wrong with me. My Dad though, used to joke that I was the Sparklett’s Water delivery mans daughter because I passed him up the year I grew to be 5′ 9″ and used to jokingly, looked down on him. It took me many years to understand that horrible joke but it makes me augh. I know for certain that I am his daughter.

Okay, so I am back to the present. The past week has been nice and quiet. The world though, hasn’t been. I will save that talk for later. Mainly, I have been hanging out in the studio where I can paint and stare out of the window and look at the mountains. I have almost finished a painting.

Almost done. Just needs some fine tuning and the guitar needs strings!

It has been fun learning to paint. It has been something that I have always been interested in but never had the time or money. Now, when I look up at my walls, I feel giddy! My paintings will probably never leave this place, unless I gift it to my family or friends. To me, they are special and are really hard to part with for some reason. I figure, I do share them on IG and and here, so they are actually going places without really going places…

This painting is inspired by our recent trip to Borrego Springs. Plan on finishing it soon.

On Monday, we headed to Borrego Springs as it is only 40 miles from our place if we go through the Salton Sea Way. We left on that adventure around 6 AM, just as the sun was coming out. At this point, I had remembered that I had left my camera batteries charging at home…D’oh! I kept quiet and sat back and really studied the landscape as we drove by Anne’s Rocks. It was hard to not pull out the camera to get a few shots as I wanted to preserve what battery I did have left so I could take photos when we got to Borrego Springs. The drive from Hwy 86 and the Borrego Salton Sea Way takes about 30 or so minutes. The road is rough for the first few miles and it snakes through barren lands and the many crevice’s through out the land make cool shadows in the landscape. At that moment, I said, “Hey, lets work on getting a sand rail or dune buggy.” as that area is rich with off-road trails. I have dreams of going on adventures in those rocks and I will definitely need an off-road vehicle. For once, Hubby played along in my pipe dreams and even mentioned the off road toy that would work for us. Add another thing to the Before I Can’t List…

When we arrived, we headed to Borrego State Park so I could walk on the trails and look for wild flowers. Well, we did not see many wild flowers, NOPE! There were a few and I did snap a few photos.

This is near the Handicap parking.
This ocotillo counts as a wild flower, right?
Me and my shadow.
We always stop at the sculptures whenever we are in town.

We stopped at the park for about 20 minutes before we got back into the car. Our AC has been acting up and even at 7:30 in the morning, the air was heating up. This was our cue to head home. Before we left, Hubby drove around and we looked at a few vacant homes in the area and also made a stop to take a few photos of some of the sculptures on the way out of town.

It was nice to take a moment to really look at the sculptures that are the works of metal artist Ricardo Breceda. It is easy for me to miss details with my eye sight and all. I wonder how long it took him to make this wart hog or javelina, not sure what it is. Maybe, I will have to visit his studio in Aguanga, CA. someday and ask him. No, I am not setting up an interview but hope to make it to there as rumor has it that he does answer question to people interested in asking or purchasing his art.

This is the inspiration for a painting…see above.

So, this past week as been good. Right now the weather is perfect and around 80 degrees, my cue to get up and move. The plants need attention and I need a dose of Vitamin D.

Thank you, dear reader, where ever you are for visiting. Where ever you are traveling today, may you get there safely. Hugs to you and you and especially YOU!

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Tanooki says:

    Your story of growing quick sounds very familiar to me…until I was about to enter middle school. Every family member and friends thought I was going to be a giant girl, but somehow I stopped at 5 ft๐Ÿ˜‚ I used to be told it’s so difficult to find clothes for me, but being 5ft and here in the US, I can wear clothes from either adult section and kids section๐Ÿ‘

    The painting’s almost done! That’s good to hearโค๏ธ Keep going, Michelle!๐Ÿ˜˜

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    1. M. Lee Keena says:

      Being a kid was so hard especially if you were taller or bigger than the boys during grade school.. Glad you stopped growing. My daughter stopped growing at five feet as well. Hard to believe she is mine she is so small ๐Ÿ˜‚

      Hope to finish today ๐Ÿ˜Š

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      1. Tanooki says:

        Woo I’m looking forward to it๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’•โœจ


  2. terrie gura says:

    Love, love your shadow pictures! Your story about growing up made me feel sad. I hate how mean some kids can be. I was on the opposite end of the growth spectrum; seemed like it took forever to be as tall as my classmates, and then in high school, it took forever to hit puberty. I felt like a fifth grader until almost 10th grade, and kids were mean to me, too. Friends! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

    I hope you have as many stuffed animals as you want! Though I know you have your hands full (in a good way) with the real ones that follow you everywhere. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. M. Lee Keena says:

      I am sure you and I would have been friends if we had ever met on the playground ๐Ÿ˜ŠI used to talk to everyone and I hated the clique dynamics that happened in school and carried over into adulthood.

      I was a late bloomer too , another thing we have in common ๐Ÿ˜Œ


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