My Afternoons With Charlie

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My love for the race track began when I was just a little girl with curly hair.  Afternoons spent amongst the crowds of Hollywood Park is one of my favorite childhood memories .  “And there they gooooo!” brought such thrill and excitement to my soul, still does.

I learned quickly how to read the racing form which lead to great conversations with my papa.  In my Vegas life, Thursday afternoons were spent with the old timers in the back row.  The stories that were shared amongst the good ole boys and myself, I truly treasure.  My bets were small and Shirley Temples on the refill.  Watching the races trackside is a big treat for me.

I was ecstatic when I heard the news that an off track race horse had moved into the Willow Creek barn.    I couldn’t wait to meet him, watch him with my own eyes be wild and free .  I made more frequent visits to the barn in hopes to learn more about this insanely beautiful creature.

One afternoon a friendly couple approached Charlie’s stall, I quickly introduced myself.  It was then that I met the owners, William and Nancy Gregory, it was perfect timing.  Oh did Nancy love to talk horses, races and her experience as a race horse owner.  I was in awe of William’s training wisdom and stories.

I was lucky enough to spend some time with Charlie and my barn friends.  Watching Charlie work out gave me such goosebumps.  This majestic animal’s track name is Charlie’sboywins.  He took 1st place at Hollywood park in July 2013, 2nd place at Hollywood park in June 2013, and 3rd place at Santa Anita park in January 2015.  I’m not sure if Charlie will ever race again, but if he does I’ll make sure to be rooting for him alongside the track!

Enjoy this glimpse of Charlie being free!

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Yours truly with love and peace in my heart,

G-

Dear Prudence…Don’t Let Me Down!

 

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As a teenager, the alcohol scene was never Prudence’s cup of tea.  She would rather chill out under the stars and listen to The Beatles.  The crazy drinking games that led to an upset stomach that eventually led to pucking her guts out, just wasn’t her scene.  In fact she was much more the hippie type.  The late night nature hikes, eating junk food and playing Pink Floyd on vinyl was what she loved best.

In life, God gives you many chances to make things right.  When he’s had enough of the silly games that you’ve played with yourself, BAM, he sends you the sign that “enough is enough.”  For Prudence the sign came quick and unexpected of course, because that’s how it usually works, unexpected.  A quick flight in the sky to the “City of Sin” was where her party ended…the band would stop playing the music.

The alarm rings loudly as Prudence sluggishly rolls out of bed.  Today was the day she would fly to Vegas to speck her new home.  Prudence and her husband had purchased a new home in Las Vegas, a wedding gift to themselves.  A new chapter, an adventurous journey they would embark on together.    Prudence patiently waits at the airport bar as she enjoys two glasses of her favorite Chardonnay.  The flight was packed and Prudence sits in between two youngsters eager to party for their 21st birthdays.  She kinda felt old, yet young as she drank with the young men the entire flight.  The party was just getting started but for Prudence however, the party was coming to an end.  Laughing and barley able to walk off the plane, she’s says goodbye to the boys.  Prudence makes a mad dash to the bathroom.

Her father and mother had planned to meet her at baggage claim, the normal routine they’ve always had.  Unfortunately for Prudence the bathroom trip had taken a lot longer than anyone could ever imagine.  You see, she had passed out in the bathroom stall.  Yup, blacked out sitting on the toilet.  Talk about embarrassing.  Talk about a ring around your ass!  This was about to be Prudence’s bottom, no pun intended!  It was minutes that led into more minutes that eventually led into over an hour.  Her father was panicked, frantic and out of his mind.  All he could think about was that his baby girl was gone, kidnapped and never to be seen again.  He was told that she had boarded the plane, her ticket was taken and bags checked.  Her mother and father waited and waited and waited.  Hoping that their daughter would magically appear.

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Prudence starts to feel herself slumping over almost falling off the toilet, when she finally wakes up.  What seems like only seconds to her was a lifetime for her parents waiting downstairs.  Grabbing her bag, she slowly walks down the empty halls of the terminal and proceeds to the escalator pointing to baggage claim.  It’s the look on her parent’s face that she will never ever forget.  A look no daughter ever wants to see, the look of terror.  Because Prudence is still feeling pretty good, she starts to laugh and giggle as she tries to give her parents a welcome hug.  She could tell that her father had been crying but she couldn’t understand why.

As they got into the car and headed for home is when the “talk” of her lifetime began.  Never once did either of them yell.  It was the soft whisper like tone that really hit home.  “It’s over Prudence.  You’ve got to stop now before it’s too late.” Her father had said.  It was at that very moment Prudence knew what he had meant.  Her heart was broken.  His heart was broken.  The tears began to run down her cheeks as she sadly watched her father wipe his tears away.

As her mother and father tuck her into bed, her mother whispers “Goodnight and we will talk in the morning.”  That next morning Prudence sat at the kitchen table sipping on a warm cup of coffee.  Her father had already gone to work and she felt a huge sense of relief.  Her mother joins her at the table with a pen and paper.  And so the “talk” begins, the awful sense of the real world sets in.  Many hours had gone by as the two of them discuss Prudence’s drinking problem.  The Why’s? The How’s? The I Cant’s! The excuses that seem to not stop pouring out of her mouth.  The sun begins to set and it dawns on Prudence that she is ready for her nightly cocktail.  “Oh Shit!” she thought.  The cocktail hour was not in her playing cards tonight.  The withdrawal of alcohol starts to hit her.  The shaking of the hands, the thought of not having a drink completely takes over her mind.  Prudence feels as if she is going to lose her mind, in fact, she was losing her mind.

Thankfully Prudence’s mother was a nurse and had control over the process of withdrawing from alcohol.  Her mother and father had kept a close eye on her for the next few days and nights.  It was as if Prudence was living in a nightmare, her own nightmare that she had created.  Prudence knew in her heart that this was her last chance.  It was as if she knew that next time well…there might not be a next time. Prudence’s biggest fear about becoming sober was that she’d no longer be that fun crazy girl that everyone knew her to be.  She imagined the rest of her life to be absolutely dull.  Her groove would be forever lost, that funky beat gone forever.

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As the week went by, Prudence knew that she had to return home.  Prudence was nervous, frightened, and scared out of her mind.  The ride to the airport was a quite one.  In the matter of moments she would be alone with no one to watch her.  The airport bar was honestly the only thing she could think about.  “Just one more drink” she thought to herself.  One more drink to calm the shakes, to end the party right?

As her parents drop her off in front of the airport terminal, her father and mother give her big hugs and kisses.  As she begins to walk away she runs back to them for one last hug.  With tears in his eyes her father whispers, “Prudence, make me proud.  You can do this.  Be the winner of the big race.”  When Prudence was about five years old, she’d raced big wheels against all boys.  Yes indeed, she was the only girl.  Her father had given her this very speech right before she had won the “Big Race.”  How could she let him down, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t.

The Big Race!

The Big Race!

As Prudence walked through the airport doors she looked back at her father, with tears in her eyes, and whispered, “I promise papa, I won’t let you down.”  Prudence walked past the airport bar slowly, watching all the people laugh and drink.  She could feel the temptation, the struggle was real.  As she patiently waited at the airport terminal, she could feel her body shake.  The anxiety of returning home was beginning to hit her hard.  As the plane soared through the sky the flight attendant began to take drink orders.  “Miss, what would you like to drink?” The first test sent from above.  Her mother had warned her that she would be tested from anyone, anywhere at any time.  “So soon and why are mothers always right?” Prudence had thought.  “Yes, I would love a Sprite” she replied with tears in her eyes.  The flight attendant gave Prudence a warm smile as if she’d sensed the very struggle she was going through.

When she took her first step off the plane and the ride in the sky was over, Prudence needed to find the first AA meeting and fast.  She knew that the everyday habit of drinking at home was going to hit her and hit her hard.  As she walked through the front door she went straight to the fridge.  “One last glass before my first meeting” she said a loud.  The bottles were gone, her husband had already cleaned out the house.  No wine to be found even in her best hiding places.  “Shit, Damn it!” Prudence shouted.  She runs to the computer quickly looking up the nearest AA meeting.  The closest AA meeting is within a mile and Prudence grabs her coat and darts out the door.

“Welcome, welcome to our meeting” was the first thing that was said to her as she walked through the door.  Prudence was greeted with warm and friendly smiles.  A sense of relief hits her.  That night would be the first time Prudence shares her story, her bottom that she had just experienced.  Prudence makes a promise to herself to attend one or two meetings a day.  Hearing others’ stories and sharing her own was how she got through the toughest of days.

Prudence never had the luxury of a rehab center or fancy drugs to help her detox.  All of the symptoms that an alcoholic feels she felt cold turkey.  The first few months of sobriety for Prudence were extremely hard, shitty in fact.  The withdrawals and physical side effects were something Prudence never ever wanted to experience again in her lifetime.

When Prudence announced to her home group that she would be moving to Las Vegas, the entire room gasped.  “Are you kidding me?  How in the world will you ever survive in Las Vegas?” asked one of the women.  “I have faith in myself and have to trust ME!” she replied.  With the help of her support group and faith in her higher power, Prudence knew in her heart it was the right decision.  Vegas, the city of sin, the town of the 24 hour party, would be the challenge of a lifetime.  Prudence was on her way!  She couldn’t help but feel nervous but knew that it would be the ultimate challenge for any alcoholic.  If she could stay sober there she could stay sober anywhere.

The promise Prudence made to her family and friends but more importantly to herself, was to never turn back to the bottle again.  For an alcoholic, every day is a constant struggle.  Prudence lives by the golden rule of AA…On Day At A Time.  Finding the will of God, the higher power that one looks too, is what absolutely saved her life.

The Serenity Prayer

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can,

And the wisdom to know the difference.

Sobriety Dream Team!

Sobriety Dream Team!

Because In The End…She Won’t Let Herself Down! 

Yours Truly with Love and Peace in my Heart,

G-

A very special thank you to Holly Ann – Editor-in-chief

The Bishop Creek Project…Behind the scenes

For your viewing pleasure of The Bishop Creek Project, please visit the YouTube link below. 

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Mamunia

The Bishop Creek Project

This past summer I had decided to take my daughter, Isabella, on a camping adventure to my favorite spot, Bishop Creek. It was the first time she and I would camp alone for a few nights, bears and all!  The magic started to unfold as we laid together under the shining stars and the beaming moon.  It was as if Mother Nature had set up the perfect scene for two girls with curly hair who would be camping amongst nature.

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Nature Girl

When adventuring outdoors we often leave the luxurious of technology behind…well at least that is what I thought. “I have a great idea mama!” is what she had said to me with the biggest grin on her face.  You see, while adventuring through the forest she found a very “spooky” creek trail.  A trail that she said was full of magic.  As I looked around at the scenery she was describing, the sensation of “spooky and magical” hit me like a bolt of lightning.  In that very moment I knew something amazing was going to arise out of her little imagination.  And so, this is how this tale begins…

As we sat by the campfire Isabella whispered to the sky, “Can we make a spooky movie Mother Nature?” It was the perfect camping spot to film and I of course couldn’t wait to see what was about to unfold.  I quickly grabbed my journal as Isabella started to explain the movie plot to me.

The spooky film’s plot from Isabella’s perspective is just this…

Once upon a time there was a girl with curly hair named Mamunia. She and her baby Snow White, went camping in the magical forest of Bishop Creek.  The townspeople of Bishop Creek had warned her about the wild animals, the forest witch but most importantly about the myths of The Bishop Creek man.  Mamunia sings a lullaby to her baby as she puts her down for a nap.  Prudence senses that the baby is in danger and decides to rescue Snow White.  The baby is safely being watched over by the friendly forest ghosts.  While Mamunia is on a hike, the Bishop Creek man is on the loose.  The dramatic creek trail chase is underway and the witch is now determined to rescue the nature girl.  The Bishop Creek man is outsmarted by the girls with curly hair.  Prudence and Mamunia are reunited with Snow White and are forever grateful to be alive.  The Bishop Creek Man still exists and wanders the forest of the Sierra Mountains.  The end, that’s all.

My father, papa John, would be joining us over the weekend to go fishing. When he had arrived Isabella couldn’t wait to tell him about the film.  With such excitement she asked, “Papa, do you want to be in my spooky movie?”  Papa quickly glanced at me as I nodded yes, and he then replied, “A spooky film, absolutely.”  It had just so happened that we all had packed outfits that would be turned into the official wardrobe for “The Bishop Creek Project.”

The high Sierra Mountains are notorious for late afternoon thunder storms. The dark gray cotton ball clouds had started to roll in quickly producing large rain drops and loud thunder.  We decided to pack up the fishing gear and head back to camp.  Isabella knew that it was the perfect time to film.  She quickly grabbed my Iphone and began filming the thunder clouds.  Mother Nature had provided us with the perfect scene to start filming the spooky movie.  The Bishop Creek Project had officially started production!  The entire production was filmed using an Iphone 5.  All film editing was done using Imovie on an Ipad.

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My promise to Isabella since she was a very small baby was to always foster and nurture her passions, imagination and dreams. I had often whispered these words in her ear as I rocked her to sleep, “Always have a passion for life, run free with your imagination and never give up on your dreams.”  I will continue to honor my promise to my darling daughter, Isabella Gwen.  Papa John has already plotted the next upcoming film…Johnson’s return in the North Pole!

As one very proud mother all I can say is…Watch out Steven Spielberg you might have just met your match!

Yours truly with love and peace in my heart,

G-

One Love!

One Love!

 

The Charm of Underwood’s Fall Harvest Festival!

 

Admiring the incredible pumpkin house!

Admiring the incredible pumpkin house!

In the beautiful city of Moorpark, CA lives one of the greatest farms I have ever been to, Underwood Family Farms. With acres and acres of “Pick-Your-Own” seasonal crops, incredibly fresh farm stand, and adorable furry farm animals that you can pet and feed, is an all-around amazing family fun experience.

Sara Jane and I.

Sara Jane and I.

 

I had the pleasure of visiting with Sara Jane, farm owner, about how magical and inviting her property is to us all.  I found myself charmed by her passion and adoration for the farm and harvest festival.  Being that Sara Jane is typically the first one to arrive at the farm, she loves the early morning’s natural serenity while listening to the chickens and roosters cluck and crow.  As an early riser myself, I couldn’t help but feel the peacefulness of the farm she was describing.  The crisp air and sunshine of Mother Nature at its best!  Her husband Craig is a fifth generation farmer and all I can say about that is, “You’re doing it right!”

 

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Lil B taking a tractor for a joyride!

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My daughter Isabella and I have been regular farm visitors for the past five years. In fact, she has been picking vegetables in the fields of Underwood’s since she was just 7 months old.  We would arrive in the early morning to watch and enjoy the farm animals routine activities.  Feeding carrots to the Billy goats was by far her favorite thing to do.  For small children this is a great foundation for early teachings of Mother Nature, animals and healthy eating habits.

Amazing varieties of squash.

Amazing varieties of squash.

The  Harvest Fall Festival typically begins the last weekend of September and goes until October 31st.  Prices for admission is very reasonable considering the amount of entertainment, food and photo opportunities they have to offer.  Isabella and I spent six hours at the farm and really could have stayed to watch the sunset!!!  The tractor-drawn wagon ride, free with admission, is an excellent way to experience the natural beauty and charm of the farm.  The music we heard today was fabulous!!!  Teresa Russell and the Acadiana rocked the stage with songs that had people groovin’ away, including me!  It melts my heart to see mothers, fathers, children and grandparents singing and dancing to melodies that make them smile.  It was such a treat to hear Teresa play the stage again, as it has been many moons since I’ve seen her amazing and phenomenal guitar skills live.  Don’t miss out on the hysterical pig races that always have the crowd shouting and rooting for the lil piggies!!!  I will admit, it’s one of my favorite events of the festival!  To obtain more information on Underwood Family Farms please visit their website at:  http://www.underwoodfamilyfarms.com/.

The Underwood Family Farm fed our soul with joy, laughter and pure magic! Our adventures at the farm will be cherished in our memories forever.  We are so thankful and grateful to the friendly and courteous staff members and a special thank you to the farm owners for welcoming us to their harvest festival.

Team Bella and Gina!

Team Bella and Gina!

With love and peace in my heart,

Yours truly, G-

“The Mermaid Life” – A tale of friendship

 

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It was the summer of 1992 when “The Mermaid Life” began its tale.  We were soon to be the big kids on campus, the 8th grade girls who everyone would talk about.  As young children we all dreamed of being mermaids, in fact we were mermaids, it’s true!!!  Thank you Ariel.  I mean really, how many times did we watch and sing all the songs of “The Little Mermaid?”

When you grow up in a small town like Agoura Hills, as a kid you find anything to do to make a great adventure.  Our crew, The Baba’s, found adventure in living “A Mermaid Life.” We were all so fortunate to live so close to the beach, in fact just a bus ride away. Just a magical ride through Malibu Canyon to the place we called our second home, our playground, our heaven!!!

The town of Agoura Hills offered a bus ride for $1 each way to our favorite spot, Zuma beach.  Ohhhh the days of Zuma 7.   It was a sense of freedom, independence from the bubble, a chance to do whatever we wanted, to be whoever we wanted.  The mermaid crew would pack a lunch, throw on bikinis, and head on down to the beach bus pick up spot.  Of course, most of us girls were giddy with excitement. The anticipation each morning to see which surfer boys we would be hanging with at our local spot.  I’m sure the boys felt the same way, at least that’s what we all hoped!  We lathered on the sun oil, soaked in the rays of the sun, swam in the waves of the ocean, and always kept an eye on the boys in the water.  A typical summer day for “The Baba’s” of Zuma beach.  We spent countless hours lying in the sand. In fact, most of the time we took the first bus in and the last bus out.  It was our life, The Mermaid Life, the life we all couldn’t get enough of.  The cherished feeling of young summer crushes, the true meaning of summer lovin’ is forever etched in my heart. As the sun began to set, it was the bus ride home that made the day unforgettable. What makes me laugh even to this day are the stories that were told on the way home from a long day of surfing, sun bathing, swimming, and flirting of course!  The beach bus echoed with laughter, silly conversations, sometimes tears, and occasional snores.

As the bus made its way through the canyon and we got closer to the bubble, the planning of our night adventures began.  Our summer beach nights usually ended with pizza parties, taco bell party packs or whatever we could find in our parents’ pantries.  But the best ending to our days were the late night skinny dips under the stars and moon, the dance parties in the backyards, the occasional TP-ing of our boy crushes, and the melodies of Bob Marley playing in the background.  Endless hours of laughter, love, and crazy adventure filled our mermaid hearts.

The Zuma beach crew was special, so special in fact we are all still connected through the waves of the ocean, the sand between our toes, and the sun that continues to shine on all of our faces.  The beach bus days will never be forgotten. I’m sure the crew thinks about all the crazy silly memories on the toughest of days, at least I know I do!!!  We don’t have much of these memories recorded as this was back in the day before cell phones or small video cameras existed and for sure before social media was even a thought.   The best part is we all have those same cherished memories, OUR memories to hold forever in our hearts. The many summers to follow were amazing but nothing ever compared to the summer of 1992, it truly was a gift of mermaid magic!!!

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The Baba’s

On September 30th, 2012, we lost one of our dear friends, our beautiful mermaid Amy who was taken away too soon.  As we grow old sometimes life creates distance between friends and time passes along with the moon.  Life happens right before our eyes, before we ever get the chance to say I Love You one last time.  The mermaid crew along with the Zuma surfer boys were reunited at her funeral. My girlfriends and I cried into each other’s arms, holding hands tightly, and wiping tears away from our cheeks. It’s hard for me to escape the memory of tears expressed that day especially from the men, the surfers that always acted so cool. Those boys who later became handsome, humble and loving men, shedding tears, tears of sadness for a mermaid who once swam the ocean waves that we all loved so dearly.

As we celebrated the life and beauty of Amy, something phenomenal was about to happen. Her spirit connected our friendships once again. We made a promise, a promise to come together.  A promise to create memories like we did on those summer beach days. To always be there for one another, for the happy times, sad times, rough times, and most of all the times to share our love for one another. Our mermaid Amy is now an angel above who continues to look after every one of us.  She is the angel who blesses us with her presence when we all come together. She is the butterfly that lands on your shoulder when you least expect it, the hummingbird that gracefully flies in the sky. I’m certain that we continue to make her smile and laugh at all the crazy things we are still doing.  She gives us the power, the strength to live in the moment and carry out our dreams we had as children.  Amy’s passing taught us one very special lesson, a lesson that not one of us will ever forget…Mermaid friendships will never die in fact they only become stronger as we grow and live in this journey called life.

 

Our angel above!

Our angel above!

Amy left us a gift…her beautiful daughter Sara. May she grow and blossom to become whoever she decides to be. May she shine her light on our world like her mother once did. I hope The Baba’s encourage Sara to surround herself with friendships that love, empower, and nurture her soul.

The Gift Of Sara!

The Gift Of Sara!

 

One Love!

One Love!

As tears run down my cheeks, I will end this magical story with I LOVE YOU!  We, The Baba’s, will LOVE you forever and ever and always and always!!!

With love and peace, your Mermaid sister,

G-

“One Love! One Heart! Let’s get together and feel all right. As it was in the beginning, So shall it be in the end, All right! Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right.” Bob Marley  

 

The Little Mermaid

The Little Mermaid

A very special thanks to my mermaid sister Jessica Newton, Editor-in-Chief