Nadine on…Foundations

Nadine on…Foundations

Today I received an email from the CEO of Third Love to come and join their team! As flattered as I was, I can say without any remorse that it just probably wouldn’t be a ‘good fit’.

You see Third Love is a foundations company based in San Francisco. For the layman… they make bras. Really comfortable and well fitting bras. As much as I love the California climate, demographically this definitely would not be a good idea since I currently love my island and would not want such a long commute.

I did respond with my regrets and promised to continue to purchase their product. I also offered my endorsements.

For one, this is the only online foundations company that will let you try it out for 30 days and return it for a full refund no questions asked! Who does that?!! Third Love does.

Sizing is a snap as long as you have a tape measure and can answer a few questions. They even have an Android App! How clever. And with sizes ranging from A-K, including half-cups, they truly are a one size fits all company!

I personally own three of them!

Integrity wise they are a really thoughtful company. Not only do they value their customers, they value their employees.

Marketing is done primarily through Facebook and Pinterest or you can just google their site http://www.thirdlove.com.

As a youngster in the early trailer park years, I grew up around women who wouldn’t dare leave their front porches without donning the proper foundations! It would have been considered ‘tacky’. A girl back then was brought up to know that the proper foundations make every outfit. “It all starts with the foundations,” my Gmaw would explain as I watched her hoist those buxom bosoms into her ‘over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder’.

Thank you for the interest, Third Love, but, I believe I will stick with teaching.

In closing, I will testify, these foundations are truly my third love. Guess what my first two are.

Supportingly yours,

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world 🌎☮️❤️🚋

Three cakes and two tricycles

Three cakes and two tricycles

A couple of years ago I still had birthdays that counted. As my Daddy would interject, this is the 39th anniversary of my 18th birthday! Yeah. Whatever Daddy.

Reading the Farmer’s Almanac, as I do each day, I discovered an awesome fact! I share a birthday with England’s Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge! He was born 07/22/2013. I might have a few years on him.

Dr. Google revealed I also share a birthday with Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy, the original Matriarch and Queen of the Kennedy family and Camelot; she was born in 1890.

His heiness, Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Vice-President and Prime Minister of the UAE and the ruler of Dubai also shares my day; he was born in 1949. We lived there for about 1 year and he was a most generous and extraordinary man. He gave us tickets to the FIFA Youth U-20 World Cup!

Surrounded by royalty it is no wonder I feel like a Queen! 👸🏼

I have a vivid memory of my fourth birthday. As the only child and only grandchild I was a tad doted on. Not to be outdone…each of my grandmothers and my sweet Mother made me a cake! Three cakes! 🎂🎂🎂 And each of my grandparents bought me a brand new tricycle! Two tricycles!

I have had difficult birthdays in the past. This isn’t one of them. No kicking or screaming. I will accept it with grace and humor. In this season of life I will gladly take all of the birthdays He wants to give me. We’re just not counting them anymore. We can celebrate them…we just don’t count them. As the Queen of the trailer park, I proclaim that I am now and will forever be Ninety-nine.

You’re as old as you feel and as young as you act. Feel free to quote me.

Old is the New Young!

Happy Birthday to me. And to the Prince, our dear departed Rose and the Sheik!

Happily yours,

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world 🌎☮️❤️🚋

Nadine on Blended Families ~ a “How to” to succeed

Nadine on Blended Families…How to succeed.

We all either have one or we know someone close to us that has a blended family.

My first exposure was when my parents divorced. I was twenty-one years old. And my Daddy took on a newborn. At the same time my Mother married into a family with 4 children, who felt like cousins, since I had known them all since birth.

So there I sat…in the middle. An only child to ‘my’ parents; and, all of a sudden I had 5 siblings! What?

At the time of the blendings, I felt more like a Cousin or an Aunt than a Sister to these kiddos! I was twenty-one. And we all adjusted pretty well to this new wave of blended families.

Even with the demographic change I never called them anything other than brother or sister. For me there was no ‘Step’ or ‘Half’.

A number of years later my Daddy added one more sister to the count. She was four at the time. I was twenty-seven. Bringing the count to 6.

And then a Really strange thing occurred when Mawdine’s husband found his long lost daughter from Pennsylvania. The count now was/is up to 7!!!

Seven siblings and only one that I actually share DNA with. But guess what?! They are all mine. Because I made them mine. Because I choose Not to differentiate between blood lines.

When we talk about each other or make introductions we don’t call each other ‘step’ or ‘half’. We are just brothers and sisters.

And I don’t make a differentiation between my Mother’s husband either. When we make introductions…he’s just my Dad. People who know me well know the truth of the relation. And people who don’t know us well, don’t care.

When Jose’ and I blended our families we had a fourteen year old, a sixteen year old and an eighteen year old. Yes! I would say we were very brave in that adventure. And we sat them all down in the beginning and told them up front, “You are all brothers and sisters.” The End. They refer to each other as brother and sister. We also told them it was us against them in any argument or battle. Don’t even think about asking Momma if Daddy said no.

It’s all how you set up the model.

You too can succeed at blending if you give your new spouse the authority that goes along with their position in your family. Or you can fail if you don’t. Their authority in the blend must be the same as any other parent the child may have. By handing your new spouse their Parent Card you will establish an order. You will set them up to succeed. This is probably the most important part of the blend. And it will prevent your blended children from dividing you.

Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt…twice.

Blendedly yours,

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world 🌎☮️❤️🚋

Nadine on Blended Families ~ a “How to” to succeed

Nadine on Blended Families…How to succeed.

We all either have one or we know someone close to us that has a blended family.

My first exposure was when my parents divorced. I was twenty-one years old. And my Daddy took on a newborn. At the same time my Mother married into a family with 4 children, who felt like cousins, since I had known them all since birth.

So there I sat…in the middle. An only child to ‘my’ parents; and, all of a sudden I had 5 siblings! What?

At the time of the blendings, I felt more like a Cousin or an Aunt than a Sister to these kiddos! I was twenty-one. And we all adjusted pretty well to this new wave of blended families.

Even with the demographic change I never called them anything other than brother or sister. For me there was no ‘Step’ or ‘Half’.

A number of years later my Daddy added one more sister to the count. She was four at the time. I was twenty-seven. Bringing the count to 6.

And then a Really strange thing occurred when Mawdine’s husband found his long lost daughter from Pennsylvania. The count now was/is up to 7!!!

Seven siblings and only one that I actually share DNA with. But guess what?! They are all mine. Because I made them mine. Because I choose Not to differentiate between blood lines.

When we talk about each other or make introductions we don’t call each other ‘step’ or ‘half’. We are just brothers and sisters.

And I don’t make a differentiation between my Mother’s husband either. When we make introductions…he’s just my Dad. People who know me well know the truth of the relation. And people who don’t know us well, don’t care.

When Jose’ and I blended our families we had a fourteen year old, a sixteen year old and an eighteen year old. Yes! I would say we were very brave in that adventure. And we sat them all down in the beginning and told them up front, “You are all brothers and sisters.” The End. They refer to each other as brother and sister. We also told them it was us against them in any argument or battle. Don’t even think about asking Momma if Daddy said no.

It’s all how you set up the model.

You too can succeed at blending if you give your new spouse the authority that goes along with their position in your family. Or you can fail if you don’t. Their authority in the blend must be the same as any other parent the child may have. By handing your new spouse their Parent Card you will establish an order. You will set them up to succeed. This is probably the most important part of the blend. And it will prevent your blended children from dividing you.

Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt…twice.

Blendedly yours,

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world 🌎☮️❤️🚋

Nadine’s Free Advice Friday ~ 07/20/18

Nadine’s Free Advice Friday ~ 07/20/18

It’s FREE! As in No Charge. Nada. Doesn’t cost you one single thing. As head Queen of the Trailer Park and the Self-Appointed Life Coach to many, this is just another service I provide. Remember yesterday’s? …Embarrassing my kids and Grandkids.

So this week’s Free Advice is this: USE YOUR GIFTS! 🎁

Simple enough. Embrace your uniqueness and your marvelous ability to dazzle the world with your talents. Or your bullshit. Whatever…because your talents are a gift to you from God and the Universe; and they, like all gifts, were NOT bestowed upon you to hoard for yourself like a fat kid hoards Twinkies! They were explicitly given to you to use for the good of others.

Essentially, your gifts are your super powers.

And here is the rest of the advice…You better use them lest they be taken away from you for misuse or disuse.

And stop whining you didn’t get to choose them. (rolls eyes)

Here’s the good news. You can hone them and tweak them and make them your own. In fact! God, the Universe and I encourage you to do so.

Maybe your gift is cooking for the masses like my Uncle Hooter-Bob? Or my sweet Aunt Cuisine? Or my sister Grenadine? So then Cook dammit! You just get in there and make your magic in the kitchen or out on the grill! And then give that food away to people around you! You may want that triple chocolate cake. But you probably don’t need to eat all of it. #NotFatShaming Share the love. You feel me?

Maybe your gift is the creative arts. You sing baby? Can you sing like my baby sisters Kerosene and Grenadine? Then sing. Sing at church. Sing in a local choir. Join a women’s/men’s group as they are everywhere! You can act? Ok…go join the local Community Theater or volunteer at the High School. You can dance? Oh heck yeah! Go find a place where you can entertain or teach others your skill. And if you are a Triple Threat, like my sweet little Dramamine, then definitely get up off of your assets and go do you Boo! Or maybe you write? Or you should write? What does Uncle Chuckie always say? “Writers gotta Write!” @ChuckWendig @TerribleMinds.com. The world is craving your talents. It can’t live without them.

Maybe you are like Jose’ and can contact a Satellite with a colander, a potato masher and a car battery? Great! Go do that technical thing that makes you and other people happy.

Maybe you’re a Mom? A Dad? A Cook? An Organizer? A Coach? A Teacher? A Nurse? A Granny? A Tinker? A Tailor? A Soldier? A Spy? I don’t know. But you do. So figure it out.

Because this life is too dang short. And your skills and talents are valuable in ways more than the dollar. It is the ‘Why?’ we are here. You keep wondering why we are here? It IS THE “Why?”.

Make a plan for this coming week. Do that thing that you can do a little each and every day. Because if tomorrow never comes at least you can rest your head tonight knowing you did your best thing today. What are you waiting for?!

Advisingly yours,

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world 🌎☮️❤️🚋

Coffee talk…with Nadine ~ Talk is Cheap

Coffee talk…with Nadine

Talk is cheap.

Anybody’s brains ever go from, “Hey, sweetie, maybe you shouldn’t say that?” to “What, the hell! Let her rip tater chip! Let’s see what kind of rise we can get out of them today?” Yeah. Me neither.

Anybody ever let their mouths write checks their butts can’t cash? Right. Me neither.

Some might say, “She’s lost her filter.” Or “She’s getting a little crazier with age.”

But maybe it isn’t crazy. Or like Ouiser, in Steel Magnolias, “in a very bad mood for the last forty years.” Maybe it is just putting the truth out there. For fun!

We have an underlying understanding here in the Trailer Park by the Sea…and that is, ‘don’t go dishing it out if you can’t take it.’ If you blaze a trail by saying everything off the top of your head then you might better expect the same truths in reciprocity. If you find yourself inclined to speak your mind, please don’t be mean spirited about it. You can’t go around being mean and not expect some of it to splatter back. Being mean will also get you kicked out of the trailer park. Anybody remember Fayline?

Rule #1 is don’t be mean in the first place. Also, don’t say stuff you don’t mean. Keep it to yourself.

Like Chaco the Macho Chihuahua advises, “Talk Purty. Says [sic] nice words.” Choose your words wisely. Speak them with very good intentions. Because you never know when people are listening to your crazy ass. And you might find yourself eating them…without ketchup!

And watch your body language. It speaks louder than your words. Body language should be consistent with your words; or, people just won’t trust you. Any Trailer Park Momma knows that.

Sometimes it hurts biting your tongue all the time. I know this!

But a little self-sacrifice can be worth it. Trailer Park Mommas raise their children to be seen and not heard. A character trait the dates far back to the early child development Trailer Park years. And tongue-biting is just one of many genteel southern behaviors modeled. With or without ostentatiousness.

It isn’t until the last half of the century when the filters become less dense and things just get said. Out loud.

But you don’t have to say everything that is in your mind. As Mawdine often reminds, “You don’t have to use all of your words today. It’s ok to save a few for tomorrow.”

Tongue-bitingly yours,

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world 🌎☮️❤️🚋

Coffee talk…with Nadine

Just where DO you park your high horse?

Once, in fun, I posed that very question on social media. One of my witty friends snappily replied, “Any damn place I want to!”. She made us all laugh at the pure irony.

I ask that question now in all seriousness; because, it appears to me, most of us are not a big fan of being judged. It is a common thread that binds us all. Similar to family ties, just not as binding or choking. And nothing compares to that lethal judgement that can be dispensed by us Trailer Park Mommas.

Being pulled up short is never fun.

No one likes being judged; and yet, we all judge others. And the people who HATE being judged are the ones I see doing it with increasing frequency. Sometimes for the slightest little things! Why is that?

Here’s my theory.

It is our little ethnocentric trailer parks’ nature to look at someone else’s flaws and place an invisible measuring stick against our own; and, if their transgressions are even a tad bit worse than ours, then we feel a little but better about ourselves (points finger at self).

We have all been there. Looking across the street and thinking to ourselves…Well, we might not have the newest trailer in the park, but at least we’ve got underpinning! Yeah?

Or how about this one…Well, at least all 6 of my rug rats have the same Baby Daddy!

Or…My black roots may be coming in, but not as much as hers! Giirrrllllll?! Stop spending money smoking that dang vape and go and get your har-did! Ring familiar?

Finally, my personal favorite and ever popular…Well, at least I have only had to get my husband out of jail once so far this year!

Am I right? Of course I am. We are all so busy riding on our little high horses that we fail to empathize with those of us less fortunate.

Our eyes are so blinded by the log in them. Don’t you see?

(Pun intended.)

In the trailer park we try to maintain a high standard of being non-judgmental. Emphasis on the word ‘try’. Because we are human. And we do not always get it right. Most of the time we don’t get it right. But we keep aiming.

Maybe we have crawled up there and can’t remember how to get down?

It IS easy to be the critic. It is easier to arm-chair quarter back than to actually play in the game.

Here’s a suggestion…instead of being so darn judgmental let us come together and be a little kinder. Show some compassion. Put a hand out. Crawl back down off that high horse we have been riding.

Even if we think they don’t deserve it.

Judgmentally yours,

Nadine Bodine

Your VERY Best friend in the whole wide world 🌎