The New Miss Marilyn Monroe

Since we are dreaming today for Daily Post: The Show Must Go On I have chosen to act and to be the new Miss Marilyn Monroe.

My idiot producer just came into my dressing room and screamed at me, “Be out there in five minutes and DO SEXY!”

Flippantly, I answered, “Sorry bud, I don't do sexy!”

His anger was burning red hot in his face.

“Like I said, be on the stage in five minutes and BE SEXY!” He growled.

Continuing to put on my make-up and without turning to look at him I retorted, “NO! I am NOT going to BE sexy!”

“What the hell Marilyn?! That is what you were hired for, to DO and BE sexy!”

This is when I turned to stare him right in the face, “To HELL with you Bob. You hired me to be ME. GOT THAT?! ME ME ME!”

I turned back to the mirror to finish my makeup while Bob sat down on the couch,

“Marilyn, that is what your legacy is, it is SEXY! The show will be ruined if you don't do SEXY!”

Once again, I stopped putting on my makeup, “Bob, you know how my life ended. I took a fistful of pills and KILLED MYSELF! Are you wanting me to do that again?”

He put his face into his hands, “No, of course not. I just WANT YOU TO BE SEXY!”

“Nope.” I answered, “I will not be what you want me to be.”

“Why?” He asked with obvious frustration, “You don't drink anymore. You don't take your pills anymore. NOW you don't do sexy? Why for Heaven's sake?”

“Because I want to live. I get ONE CHANCE for a do over, and this is my chance to change what happened to me. I am changing! I have changed!”

Sounding defeated, Bob replied, “Well Marilyn. The show must go on.”

Bob left the dressing room with his head down and slowly walked out on the stage and announced to the audience, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to the New Miss Marilyn Monroe.”

I walked out onto stage and the entire theatre stood up clapping and whistling. I had a nice peach colored gown on. It was slightly fitting to my body, but wasn't considered “sexy.” I still had the audience. They still loved me. I was so happy. What was even better, Bob was too.

The play, “The New Miss Marilyn Monroe,” was a hit. The audience loved me! They loved a girl from a hick town that doesn't get up in front of them and shake her “girls.” I was finally being treated with respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, something I didn't have in my previous life and it felt good. It felt DAMN GOOD!

But that was forty-five years ago. As I look at my reflection in my mirror, I see a beautiful woman that doesn't look a day over thirty. My acting days are over. All I want to do now is to spend time with my husband and family. Today, my grandchildren are here and my husband and I are taking them to the zoo.

As I hurry down the stairs, I see my precious grandchildren and my loving husband. I am so thankful, so very thankful to have been given another chance. My maid, Maria, has prepared a nice breakfast and it smells delicious. I hear the children as they coming running toward me with my husband in tow,

“Grandmother! Grandmother!”

“Hello my precious little cherubs!

Suddenly, Richard (my husband) yelled out, “CUT! THAT'S A WRAP!”

It had been a long day of shooting and I was very glad the day was over. My husband, the producer, walked over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. Through the corner of my eye I saw a movement coming toward me. I turned to see and it was Marilyn Monroe. She walked up to me and grabbed my hands, “You were wonderful playing me!”

I was shocked! I didn't know she was even here. As I gasped, I managed to ask, “Marilyn, I didn't know you were here.” I felt so small compared to this big name celebrity.

“My husband and family were up in the loft watching the take.”

About that time a handsome man, about her age, and two small children walked up to join her.

I shook her husband's hand and introduced myself.

“Sure, I know who you are. Marilyn has been talking about how wonderful your acting is.”

My husband gave me a squeeze.

Marilyn introduced us to her two young grandchildren, Isabella and Christian. She and her husband both said their goodbyes to us and then took the hands of Isabella and Christian saying to them, “Let's have breakfast and take off for the zoo.”

Still in shock, I looked at my husband, “She doesn't look a day over thirty!”

(Photographs from Pinterest).



Learning a Lesson at Walmart

After being snow bound for three days in my home from the heavy snow and ice that hit our area, I needed to get out of the house. I really needed to get out of the house. I thought if I didn't, I was going to start climbing the walls. Since I needed to replenish a few groceries, I decided to take a walk to the nearby Walmart.

The weather had turned beautiful. The sun was shining and the snow that was left was glistening from the sun dancing on top of the white fluffy flakes. I enjoyed the beauty for the short time it will stay. “Snow is beautiful”, I thought, “but it sure makes a mess when it melts.” Just as I thought that, a newer green car passed me splasing some of the mess from the puddles onto my clothes. “Serves me right,” I thought, “I should have just said “snow is beautiful and leave it at that.”

The walk was short because Walmart is only three blocks from me. I took my list out of my pocket and scanned over it again. “Milk, bananas and avocados.”

The parking lot was full of cars. “Oh no, this is going to be awful. There is so many people in Walmart right now,” I said aloud to myself.

As soon as I entered the door carts full of groceries with half crazy people came rushing at me. “They're using the ENTER door as an EXIT door,” I thought. I was slightly annoyed about it because they almost hit me. As I moved farther into Walmart I realized that it was packed with people and I was horrified because I don't have much patience.

I moved over to the produce and just as I was putting a bunch of bananas into my basket, I saw an elderly woman barely able to walk, pushing a grocery cart. Along side of her was an elderly man that appeared to be in slightly better shape. I heard him say,

“Darlin, should we get some bananas?” He said sweetly to the elderly woman.

“Yes honey, pick us up a nice big bunch of bananas and make sure they aren't too ripe.”

I moved over to the section where the avocados were and put five into a plastic sack and tied the top of it.

The elderly man and woman moved slowly down the produce isle. “Honey, we need some potatoes.” The elderly man picked up a small bag of potatoes and set them in their basket.

Then it struck me, the love and respect they showed one another and how well they worked together. As she was shuffling down the isle, he had his left hand on her shoulder, as if comforting and guiding her through their grocery shopping. Then I heard her say,

“Get us a bag of carrots and a bag of celery.”

Then I watched as he quickly moved over to the celery and carrots and picked up a bag of each and went back to the elderly woman and placed them in their basket.

I moved away from them quickly to get to the section where the milk was. I grabbed a gallon of 1% milk and placed it in my basket. As soon as I set it down, it occurred to me I needed some canned tomatoes to make chili. I briskly walked to canned goods isle and ran into the elderly man and woman. (Actually, I didn't run into them, they were on that isle).

“Honey, get us two cans each, corn, green beans, and spinich.” The look in her eyes told me she was exhausted and in pain. The elderly man picked up the items two by two and placed them in their basket.

He turned to me and asked, “Would you mind going and getting us a loaf of whole wheat bread?” I said, “Certainly.” He further told me, “My wife has cancer and she wanted to get out of the house so badly and asked if she could come to the store with me, but I'm afraid she has already done more than she should.”

I quickly went to the bread isle and picked up a loaf of whole wheat bread. I placed it in their basket. They both thanked me and left toward the cashiers.

The lines were long at all the cashiers. I noticed the elderly couple in line with several customers in front of them. Directly in front of them was a child sitting in the child's seat of the basket. I overheard the child say,

“You are old.”

The elderly woman and man just smiled. Then the elderly woman said, “Sweetie, it took me a long time to get this way and I am proud of it.”

The child's mother turned around with a look of exasperation on her face, “I am so very sorry. Please forgive my child.”

The old man wrapped his arms around his wife and smiled, “It's quite okay. Don't worry about it.” Both of them looked at one another with such love and tendernesss, I felt tears coming to my eyes.

I walked home from Walmart that day realizing that this was one time that I didn't get upset about Walmart being so crowded. Then I realized, today, I was thinking about someone other than myself.

Daily Prompt: Group Think


Life’s A Choice – Spiritbath

Today's zerotohero challenge asks us to link to a post that we made a comment on and further expand on our comment.

Yesterday, for our zero to hero challenge we were asked to find three blogs to follow and leave comments on these blogs.

I am linking to to the blog post of Spiritbath. The video shown on this blog post was awesome and I wanted all those who are following/reading my blog to see/listen to it. However, there was not a button to “Press This”. My comment asked them to add this widget to their blog.

Please take a minute and listen to this video. It really is awesome.

Spiritbath: Lifes a Choice Between Love or Fear/Come on People We Got This

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.



When I Die

Let me get this straight, I am not looking forward to dying and I certainly don't want it to happen anytime soon. But… I do look forward to going to Heaven.

You see, I believe in the Afterlife. I believe that being on this earth is NOT where it ends for us. I believe that our loved ones are in Heaven and are waiting for us to return so we can all be a family again.

I believe we all began in heaven as angel spirits and our spirits were sent to this earth to be born from our “earthly parents.”

I believe we are all our Heavenly Father's children and therefore, we are all brothers and sisters and that Heaven is our Home.

I believe in a Forever that is so astonishingly beautiful, our earthly minds are incapable of imagining how beautiful.

I believe we will see colors that we have never seen before and they will be so beautiful that no words exist to describe them.

I believe we will live in a state of pure happiness, joy, and bliss; there will be no sorrow, no pain, or no tears. We will also be able to feel the pure Love of our Lord, Jesus Christ and of our Heavenly Father.

We will not have the aches and pains that we have on this earth. Our bodies will be young and beautiful again. We will also understand what our purpose was on this earth and we will understand things that we cannot understand as earthly humans.

I believe that my sweet niece, who took her life in October, is in Heaven, and that I will see her again; and I will see my cousin who died when she was 19, I will see my beloved grandmother, and I will see all my loved ones who have passed from this earthly life before me.

I didn't live a plenary life in my younger years. Yet, I know that I am forgiven, and I have been given the awesome Atonement of Jesus Christ. I know I am loved more than I ever thought possible. His Love has embraced me in His Grace and in His Mercy.

This is what I look forward to; Heaven. I don't look forward to the dying process. (As a matter of fact, it scares me). But I do believe when that time comes Jesus will be right there so that I no longer will be afraid.

Daily Prompt: Fast Forward (What do I look forward to?)