Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Sunshine Family

When I was a little girl in the 1970's, my favorite dolls were The Sunshine Family. Oh, the hours I spent looking at them, playing with them, and imagining they were my own family! (Yes, I was warped. Also? Lots of stress at home. Very ill brother, unemployed father, parents who should've been divorced twenty years earlier. But that's all for another post.)
When I was about 9, my dad and my best friend's dad got together and decided they would both build us huge, beautiful doll houses for Christmas that year for our Sunshine Families. My parents worked on mine for months. My mother made a miniature quilt for the bed that my dad built, she stitched a rug, made curtains -- you name it. The house was two-story and just darling! Renae's dad made her dollhouse several stories tall, using an old upright dresser as its base. Her mother made us both little Christmas trees with ornaments, and tiny, wrapped presents to put under them. It was amazing! Truly, that dollhouse was the best Christmas present ever. I appreciate my parents' hard work even more now that I'm a parent.
On a different note, I'm sorry I haven't written more lately. I am feeling so... rotten. Blah. Not mood-wise; strictly health-wise. I had blood work done recently (not sure how extensive it was, really--just checking my iron & WBC levels, mostly, which have been an issue in the past), and supposedly everything came back okay. But you know what? I don't feel okay. I feel 100 years old. Some days, it's all I can do to get out of bed, or stay awake in the evening. Most nights this week, I've been asleep in the recliner by 7:30 or 8:00 p.m. On Sunday, I took a shower and shaved my legs. (Really not trying to give you too much information here; I'm going somewhere with this.) My point being--I looked at my legs. That night when I went to put on pajamas, I had a *humongous* bruise on my left thigh, as if I'd really clobbered myself on something. Like 2" in diameter, easily. What the heck! It was actually startling to see it there, you know?! I would've remembered injuring myself to that extent--guaranteed. My husband says one of these days I'm going to be on one of those Medical Mystery shows. I think he's right. Anyway, I just don't have the energy to blog much. I'm sorry. I hate checking peoples' blogs and seeing the same old post day after day after day. I don't mean to be one of "those people."
On that bi-polar note (Sunshine Family one moment; death's doorstep the next!), I will wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble, gobble!


Life with Kaishon said...

Oh baby favorite. That makes me sad for you. I will pray that they can discover what is the matter with you.

I am also going to pray that you have a WONDERFUL time with your family tomorrow on Thanksgiving!

Your doll house sounded amazing! Where is it now?

Busy Bee Suz said...

The sunshine family memory is wonderful. don't you sometimes wish you could go back and redo all those old "good" memories. We can drop the bad ones.
Keep after the Dr's. If you don't feel good, then you know something is wrong. They checked for anemia? Are you sleeping well through the night?
Keep us updated. I hope it ends up being something very simple to fix.
Take care,
Happy Thanksgiving.

Life with Kaishon said...

I can't believe you sold it. Was your Thanksgiving lovely? Hope you are having a fun, family filled break! Did you go black Friday shopping?

Cherri said...

Dang, I LOVED those Sunshine Family Dolls, I bet that house was something. Your mothers sewing was always so beautiful.

Sorry you aren't feeling well. I have been sick with some "malaise" on and off for like the last month, I feel your pain.

Ok girly, you totally know what that bruise needs...a mosquito bite right in the middle of it!! When you see a bruise like that, think of me and think of Canada!! Love ya!

Suz Broughton said...

I don't remember The Sunshine Family. Not even the picture jogged my memory. You doll house sounds wonderful. Isn't it funny, if your parents would have bought you the Malibu Barbie camper you probably never would have remembered it, but that house you will always remember.
I hope you start to feel better soon. Feeling fatigued is THE worst. I've been there.
Thanks for coming by my blog...
Suz (the other Suz--not the busy one *)