Tuesday, December 24, 2013


Who will be my dream date? Could it be the “formal dance” guy, or the bowling date? Maybe the beach or the skiing guy? But let’s hope it is NOT the “dud”! He is poorly dressed, his hair is tousled, and he even needs a shave! What a bum!

I actually had the game “Mystery Date” as a kid in the 60’s, and I remember playing it with friends. It was always exciting to open the door and see what dreamboat (or dream-dud) was behind it. Manufactured by Milton Bradley, Mystery Date first appeared in 1965 and has been reissued several times since then.

Here is the original 60’s commercial for Mystery Date. The girls look like they are having so much fun! I also stumbled across a silly Mystery Date parody (by CrashingCrockery) you can check out if you are brave.  

Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!


Monday, December 23, 2013


Why Marijuana Should Be Illegal Forever: People Actually Think That Raising Tax Revenue from the Sale of Marijuana is a Good Thing

Here is the first of many, many blogs I am planning to write to show why pot should be illegal forever, with very stiff penalties.

So I sign into my Yahoo to check my email, and once again I’m bombarded by marijuana articles, raving about how we should legalize marijuana or about the states poised to legalized marijuana or how great it would be to have marijuana legalized. I skimmed through one of them and it talked about how “the primary allure of legalizing cannabis on a state and/or federal basis is inherent in the taxable revenue that could be collected from the sale of the currently controlled substance.” Aaaarghh!This is one of the top five excuses pot smokers use to justify their drug use. Pot smokers online have told me this for YEARS (usually while cussing me out, threatening me with death and bodily harm, attacking my religion and my looks, and making fun of me for collecting dolls). They all say that pot should be legal because we could make money from it. They just don’t get it! The whole object is to get people to NOT smoke pot! We don’t want to make money off of drugs! How sad would THAT be? What would that say about our society, that we are raising tax dollars from drug use?? The point is to make it so that people DON’T use drugs, not to legalize drugs so that we can make money from it!

This proves my point that marijuana should be illegal forever, with very stiff penalties. It is not because of marijuana itself, but because of the people who use and defend it! Do we really want people like this walking around actually USING mind-altering drugs? Heck no!

Monday, December 16, 2013

Cindybin's Video Pick of the Week: Bad Customer Service Montage

Here’s a little YouTube video I stumbled across that gave me a chuckle—it’s all about bad customer service. Some of these I have seen before—like the clips from “Seinfeld” and “Planes, Trains and Automobiles”, and the others I have not. Which have you seen?

Monday, December 09, 2013

With Andy Williams and Paul McCartney, Christmastime Has Officially Begun

Yay, I finally heard them! I’m talking about my two favorite Christmas songs, “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” sung by Andy Williams, and “Wonderful Christmastime” by Paul McCartney. I have always said that the holiday season has not officially started for me until I’ve heard these two songs.  Well tonight I was out and about and they were on the car radio. I had heard “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” twice while in stores, but not sung by Andy. So sorry, that doesn’t count. But this evening it was that old familiar voice on the radio. So mark this down: December 9 Christmastime has arrived for Cindybin.

I’m in such a good mood now, I’m posting a festive photo of me, taken in 2005. I was a young thing back then, in my late 40’s. I don’t have anything more recent—at least not in a Santa hat!

Merry Christmas and ho ho ho!

Friday, November 29, 2013


It was "black Friday" today but I only ventured to Michael's, where I pushed and shoved my way to the embroidery thread row, and then to the dollar bins in order to find bargain stocking stuffers. I knocked down three ladies and two little kids. I didn't shoot anybody, though. Did YOU go to any stores today, and if so, what was it like? Did you find any goodies?

Thursday, November 14, 2013


We watched a documentary on The Rutles the other night, called “All You Need is Cash.” What a great band! My favorite era was when they were loveable moptops, singing such hits as “Hold My Hand” and “I Must be in Love.” I really loved their movies “A Hard Day’s Rut” and “Ouch!” and the songs of the same name. Those were the greatest—so fun and bouncy.

But by the time they released “Sgt. Rutter’s Only Darts Club Band”, the group was heavily under the influence of tea, and it showed in their music. It’s just terrible they took tea. I have ranted against tea for years. How could they do such a thing? Nobody EVER offered me tea or talked about it to me or anything. I’ve never even SEEN tea!

And then there was that whole brouhaha where Ron Nasty said the Rutles were bigger than God and that God had never had a hit record. I almost burned all my records then! And of course with their final release, “Let it Rot”, the band was on the brink of destruction—probably due to all the tea, their bad financial decisions such as Rutle Corps, and of course Ron Nasty’s German-born Nazi artist girlfriend who was always in the way.

Even so, the film brought back great memories of my youth. I think my favorite Rutle was Stig, the quiet one. He was so dark and mysterious and literally never spoke. Too bad Leppo, the “fifth Rutle”, never made it big. Yes, in the words of Paul Simon, there never will be another band as great as the Rutles.

Here are a few video clips to take you back in time to those good old days:

Sunday, November 10, 2013

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Tuesday, October 29, 2013


"Oh no, she's got another crazy costume!"

I could just hear my black cat thinking that as I tackled him to the ground and put on this cute Halloween ensemble I bought at Michael's recently. Meant for small dogs, I thought it would look perfect on my vintage poodle statue I found at an antique store last summer. But first I had to try it on Bowler, who looks very festive. Here are a few shots of him as he tried to get away and chew off the outfit. And here is a shot of my poodle, who seems happier than Bowler to wear it.



Happy Halloween from my new American Girl and my reborn baby Chelsea! I just bought this pre-loved AG doll a few days ago at a doll show. She is Just Like You number 38, with strawberry blonde hair, hazel eyes and freckles. So cute! She came dressed in a homemade Halloween outfit and black bows in her pigtails. I have named her Holly, for "Hollyween". She's hanging out in the kitchen, anxious to go trick-or-treating! Her black cat Licorice loves this holiday as well. Chelsea is cute and cuddly in her velour "My Little Pumpkin" sleeper and matching hat.

Happy Halloween, my two readers!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013


Why can you never trust an atom?

Because they make up everything!

(I learned that from Geoff the gay skeleton robot on Craig Ferguson.)

Here's another funny thing, this time from David Letterman. Dave was dialing a rotary telephone and got the following message:

"You have reached the U.S. Government. We are currently closed. If  you need immediate assistance, please call Canada or Mexico."

Hee hee hee...

Thursday, October 10, 2013


Purse enthusiasts unite! It’s October 10 and that means National Handbag Day! (And that sure is better than “National Drink Beer Day”—see rant below.)

Yes, the ladies at PurseBlog.com have enacted the first holiday for handbag lovers. That’s a day I can celebrate! And not with booze but with purses! Anybody who knows me also knows that purses are one of my weaknesses (that and dolls.) I love looking at them, feeling them, “playing” with them, organizing them, and most of all carrying them! I have a good-sized collection in various shapes, sizes and styles. My husband can’t understand why I like purses so much, since he’s used the same wallet for 20 years. But that’s guys for you. Most women want and NEED a variety of purses, to suit their various moods and occasions. Sometimes a big purse is required to carry lots of stuff, and other times a more compact, over-the-shoulder bag is more fitting. And sometimes just a little wristlet will do!

I like to have various KINDS of purses, and my tastes run on the girly, retro and whimsical side. No classic, expensive, all black leather handbags for me. Although I’d take one if someone GAVE one to me! But I don’t want to pay that much, and also I gravitate toward pinks and purples and fun stuff.

Take my dog purses, for example. I have a whole collection of Fuzzy Nation doggies—stuffed animals with a handle and zipper down the bag to hold your essentials. I love them! I also have a number of “regular” Fuzzy Nation handbags and wristlets that aren’t shaped like dogs but have dogs ON them. And my Pan Am purses—totally retro and fun. I can pretend to be a 60’s stewardess! I also have two Twiggy London purses, one that is a huge hot pink and orange union jack! And then there are my colorful Vera Bradley handbags. I have about 20 of those. I also like the Juicy Couture velour purses with cute Scottie dogs and other decorations, and real leather trim. And I just discovered Kathy Van Zeeland purses, which also have many bright colors and interesting patterns and bling.

I don’t have anything expensive, though. Most of my purses were bought used online, or even found at garage sales and thrift stores. I know there are brands like Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton, Coach, Dooney and Bourke, Chanel, etc. that can cost thousands of dollars. I would NEVER pay that much for a purse! I have even heard of one handbag that cost $150,000. That is insane! Most of my handbags were well under under $20. One Juicy Couture purse cost just 99 cents!

Here are pictures of some of my cheap, used, but cute purses. And if you want to hunt for them, I have written several blogs featuring my purses—Twiggy London (most recent) and Fuzzy Nation and Pan Am from a few years ago. They are there to check out if you’d like!

Happy National Handbag Day, everyone!



MONKEES AND BEATLES: They all look alike to kids!

Beatles and Monkees, Monkees and Beatles…how is a child supposed to know one mop top or “long haired weirdo” from the other?

For someone like me who grew up with both the Fab Four and the “Pre-Fab Four”, it’s easy to tell John, Paul, George and Ringo from Mike, Micky, Peter and Davy. But for preschoolers, it can be a little challenging. I learned that last weekend while watching both groups with my grandkids. It took her awhile to learn their names, but my granddaughter now fancies Ringo and also has a little thing for George, so she’ll watch the Beatles anytime. She even gets Mom and Dad to pretend to be Ringo and George so she can go on a “date” with them.

“One, two, three, four,” she said, counting each Beatle on a YouTube video. “They’re the same number that I am!”

She could probably tell a Monkee apart from a Beatle in a lineup. And she definitely knows Davy Jones from his appearance on the Brady Bunch.  Her little brother, however, has a bit more trouble, and doesn’t quite get that there are two separate groups.

“Where Monkees go?” asked the not-quite-two-year-old while watching the movie “Help!” with us.

“They aren’t in this movie.”


“There’s George.”

“No, that’s Paul, sweetie. That’s George over there.”

“Where Monkees go?”

“They aren’t in this movie, honey. This is the Beatles.”


This went on throughout most of the movie. So later we popped an episode of the Monkees into the DVR.

“Where Ringo go?”

“Ringo isn’t in this, honey—this is the Monkees.”


Silence for a minute.

“There’s George.”

“No, that’s Mike. He’s a Monkee.”

Silence for two minutes while he continues to watch.

“There’s Paul,” he says, pointing to the screen.

“No, that’s still Mike. This is the Monkees. Paul is a Beatle, he’s not in this show.”

Silence for awhile again.

“Where Ringo go?”

Sigh. Oh well, it will click someday—maybe when he’s the same number as they are.

My grandchildren: they’re pretty fab. Yeah yeah yeah!

Saturday, September 28, 2013


Ohhhh, I wanna dance with somebody…and I wanna dance in the street! At least after watching these videos I do! I don’t know if you have seen any of these, but here are a few cute selections from the “teachers dancing behind students” videos that have been a hit on YouTube. It is so funny to watch teachers flailing around behind unsuspecting students who think they are being interviewed for some legitimate purpose. If you like these, there are similar videos around if you look. Enjoy!   


So real-looking, yet so fake.

Here are some cute rabbit-fur cats I have acquired over the years. I got them out recently and the grandkids were having so much fun, combing their hair and petting them. I thought I’d post a few pictures to show how realistic they are. It isn’t until you get them next to an actual cat that you see how small they are in comparison. The picture of Brisco sleeping with the all-white cat was taken in 2009 when he was still a fairly small kitten. Don’t they look cute together? Unfortunately that white cat soon met with an unfortunate accident when I inadvertently left it unattended for a few minutes and Brisco and his brother Bowler got ahold of it and tore off some of its fur. I think it can be repaired but I haven’t gotten around to it yet. The other photos were taken just last week.

I haven’t bought any more of these cats because I read online that rabbits are treated cruelly in China, where the fur industry is unregulated, and that many little bunnies suffer needlessly just so others can have fur coats and little trinkets. Actually I found some of these at garage sales and thrift stores, so they were already second-hand, but I won’t be buying any new ones.

They ARE cute, though, and so soft! I just have to be sure to keep them away from the real cats! I’m also including an old photo of Brisco with my “FurReal Friends” mechanical white cat. That is made with synthetic fur so I don’t have to worry about anybody eating him. 



Should grannies join Facebook? According to what I’ve heard, yes. Should I join Facebook? I’m not so sure.

I saw a TV news story and read a couple of articles recently about “Facebook for Grandma” and how this and similar social networking sites can give senior citizens a “cognitive boost.” A study from the University of Arizona found that people older than 65 can benefit from feeling more socially connected and learning new Internet skills. They performed about 25 percent better on a function known in the psychology world as “updating”, or being able to continuously monitor and quickly add or delete the contents of their working memory.

I’m not 65 yet, but I AM a grandma now. There are days I have a kid in each ear saying “Grandma! Grandma!” So would it behoove me to enhance my “updating” skills by joining a social site? Sometimes I think it would be fun. I did get a Facebook account several years ago—not using my real name—just to see what it was all about, but I never really figured out how to work it. For some reason I don’t find that site very user-friendly. And then it surprised and annoyed me by sending out invites to everyone in my address book! After a few months I deleted it and didn’t return again until earlier this year when I made another account with a fake name and making sure no address book was connected to it. I still am not comfortable with using it (although I haven’t really taken the time to learn it), but I did manage to poke around just to investigate who all was on it and who was not.

And it seems MOST people are on it! I used my cognitive skills to dig deep into the recesses of my memory and looked up all kinds of people, from old school chums to former neighbors and teachers and co-workers and church friends and even high school pen pals. In most cases I had no trouble finding these old faces, and it has been fun and interesting to see what people I haven’t seen in years have been up to and how they’ve changed. Most current friends and relatives are on this site as well. Wow, I feel so out of the loop!

Of course, nobody knows I have found them, and I haven’t befriended anybody with my incognito profile. But I’m just wondering if I should come out and use my real name in case someone is looking for me, and then actually connect with others as well. But then I have thoughts of “friending” someone and imagining them saying, “Oh yeah, you were that wimpy little nobody in high school” or worse yet not remembering me at all.

But I think most people don’t really say much on Facebook, at least not the ones I have found and especially in my age group. They have a profile picture and a little bit about themselves and that’s it—just enough to let you know they are there. This is probably what I would do, too—friend someone not necessarily to chat away but just to say, “Hey, I see you’re still alive and so am I,” or “It was nice knowing you in third grade, and yep, we’re both still here on the planet.” And I know many people use it to keep in touch with long-distance family and friends, post pictures of kids, etc., but I really don’t have anyone that fits that category, or if I do, our annual Christmas newsletter does the job.

But what prevents me from actually joining Facebook is being afraid of what I might see. I’ve already found out things about people that I do NOT want to know, and I come across sites like breweries and wineries and marijuana-related things without even trying. It’s just like Yahoo and YouTube. I never go actively searching for anything like this; it all seems to come my way no matter how much I try to avoid it. Just for fun I typed in my actual name in Facebook and up comes a pot smoker! And she had “liked” some marijuana sites (recipes with cannabis, etc.), and so then I find there are pot sites on Facebook, which I didn’t know before, and I want to chastise the heck out of them. Or I find someone I knew in high school and they are pictured at a dinner party or wedding with champagne, or I see that they “liked” some brewery or bar that I didn’t know existed, and I have to sit on my hands to keep from writing to them and the bar and giving them a lecture about the evils of alcohol.

Another example: we have a picture of a cute little girl, Angie, in our photo album that was taken with our baby son in the early 80’s. She lived in our apartment complex and she and her sister would often come out and play with him, which I really appreciated at the time. I had no trouble finding her on Facebook. It says she has a wonderful husband and two darling daughters. Awww, how nice. Then I see she has a poem about how good beer is, uses profanity, and has pictures of herself at some Christmas party wearing a skimpy Santa costume with fishnet stockings and holding a wine bottle. ACK!!! My first instinct is to tell her why all of this behavior is wrong, to try and get her see there is a better way to live, trying to make a difference in her life out of love and concern. And I know she’d probably write back saying, “Who the h*ll are YOU, lady?? F*CK off!!!” Yep, it would have been better if I had never looked her up at all. Now every time I see that picture of sweet little Angie, I will think of her like that.

Of course I wouldn’t say anything like this to her if we met in real life. And the same goes for all the other people I would find on this site. I wouldn’t normally be with them at the parties or cooking with marijuana. I wouldn’t even know these things. That’s one of the drawbacks of the Internet. It’s like peaking into someone’s personal diary or photo album.

And this is why I hesitate to join Facebook. My husband advises against it. “No good can come of it,” he says. Sigh. He’s not on the site and doesn’t care to be. But part of me still wants to join and connect with at least SOME people! If only to say “Hey, it’s good to know we’re both still alive!” And I feel like I should do it sooner rather than later, before it gets too late. I’m not getting any younger and neither are any of my old classmates and others from my past!

And so the question remains: Is Cindybin ready for Facebook? Or is Facebook ready for Cindybin? We may never know. 


Here is my groovy Twiggy doll from the Franklin Mint! From 2002, this 16" vinyl portrait doll looks amazingly like the famous English 60's model, in my opinion! I've been having great fun with her, and even made a little bedroom for her, using a gift box and parts of the original box she came in. This doll did have a trunk you could purchase separately, but it is too expensive for me on eBay so I decided to come up with something on my own. I would like to find a smaller dresser since the one I'm using is tipped on it's side. But it's still okay, and cute for display. If you would like a Twiggy of your own, I suggest eBay; I got mine used for under $100. There are also other fab, mod outfits in her collection that can be found on eBay as well.


Twiggy is back!

Actually she never really left. She has worked for decades as a model, actress and singer. But I did not know she is on Home Shopping Network! I just stumbled across the iconic British model on HSN earlier this summer while flipping channels, and wanted to keep watching. I had never really thought much about Twiggy one way or the other; I was just a kid during her 60’s modeling heyday. But now that we are both older “mature” women, I feel like I can relate to her more. She just seemed so nice and down to earth. And it was so neat hearing her talk about fashion and beauty. Her line is called “Twiggy London” and she made it all sound so fun. In fact, she said in an article on the HSN website that “all clothes should be gorgeous, affordable, comfortable and fun.” And I do feel that the genuine enthusiasm she has for her products shines through.

Her most recent appearance was September 19 when she was celebrating her 63rd birthday. I made sure to catch her as often as I could—even though there were a million other things I could have and should have been doing. But I couldn’t resist seeing what she was wearing, checking out her new products, hearing her talk and listening to customers calling in and chatting about her line.

I COULD resist, however, buying anything. Thank goodness! I am proud of myself and hubby is relieved, too. That is because I HAVE bought several of her items through eBay in the past couple of months—including purses, tops, a watch, and a keychain. But, being the frugal bargain hunter I am, I bought them used and saved lots of money!

Purses are my weakness (hubby’s famous words: “Oh no, not another purse!”) but I have limited myself to just two of Twiggy’s (so far): a small black cross-body bag and a large hot pink and orange union jack tote. The black purse wasn’t my first color choice; it was originally sold in cool shades like purple and hot pink, but they’re all sold out on the HSN website and this has been the only one I’ve seen on eBay. I still love it, though. The large pink tote has a matching makeup case and a white dustbag with Twiggy’s logo on it. The keychain can hang on a purse for decoration, and has British-themed charms (the black cat represents Twiggy’s cat and it’s nice because I have a black cat, too). And since my husband is always after me to dress nicer—I tend to wear plain old drab t-shirts—he couldn’t be mad when I bought two tops: a knit sweater with a snowflake pattern, and a union jack long sleeve shirt to match my tote. So cute! (Now if only I looked as good as the models wearing them.)

AND I bought a Twiggy doll—not from her product line, but by Franklin Mint, released some ten years ago. It’s one of those collector dolls for adults—16” tall and very well made, a beautiful likeness of the 60’s Twiggy. (See separate blog for pictures.)

So as you can see, I have had a bit of “Twiggy fever” the past few months. My husband asks why I even bother to watch her if I’m not really interested in most of her products. Well it would be nice if someone GAVE them to me, but I’m not going to pay all that money for a suede or leather jacket or suede boots or shimmery sequin tops, etc., no matter how good a deal they are. Most of the tops I saw were around $50 on sale, which is a lot to me. And the boots and jackets were way out of my price range, well over $100 (which I hear is cheap compared to prices in New York, etc.). Plus, I can’t think of a place I’d even wear them. Twiggy and the show hosts were talking about how they are must-haves for your fashion wardrobe this season, but I still wear the same jacket I bought on sale for about $30 back in the early 90s when my kids were little!

Hubby also can’t understand why I would want to sit and listen to someone like Twiggy talking for hours. I tell him that it’s just fun to hear about fashion and beauty, and also seeing a woman like that gives me hope for the future. She is older than me and still alive and kicking and looking great. So she is a role model of sorts. Although she does drink alcohol. She was talking about how her family was taking her out to dinner for her birthday, and I braced myself. Anytime anyone mentions dinner or a restaurant or “fine dining”, alcohol seems to come up in the same sentence. “Don’t say it, don’t say it…” I said to myself. And then she said it: “And we’ll celebrate with some champagne!” Dangit, she said it! And the show host chimed, “I bet you will!” like this was perfectly wonderful. It seems ALL those HSN hosts drink. Someone will start out the show by telling us to sit down and “pour a glass of wine”. I can’t even watch a segment about their latest wonder cream without hearing about booze. One lady was showing how to mix her cream with your foundation, and the host said, “Mix it like a martini” and the lady said, “Oh yes, we all know how to make martinis.” Haven’t these ladies read a thing I’ve written?

Oh well, booze or not, I still like Twiggy and am looking forward to her next appearance coming up in November. Here are a few pictures of her then and now, and the products I have purchased.