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Judy's House

Hello Everybody, and Welcome to Judy's House.

Growing up in the 1960's, I had a slightly, uh, shall I say "elevated" perception of what real life was like. You see, television was one of my favorite babysitters, and, although there were less channels than there are today, there was no less of fantastic (and definitely memorable) material for my young mind to absorb. I LOVED watching (and was deeply influenced) by T.V, especially the commercials.

With all this "commercially relevant" information indelibly etched in my mind, I had a pretty good idea of who my role-models were, what my adult life would be like...

I would grow up to look like Barbie (my only concern was if I would end up resembling the "pony-tail" or "bubble-head" variety). I'd wake up early and send Ken off to the office, via the bus. You see, I needed the car (the orange convertible with the turquoise seats) to run errands. With Skipper in tow, we'd joy-ride about town, shopping, going to the beauty parlor, visiting other Barbies, etc.

I'd be back home by early afternoon, just in time to be picked up by the AJAX Knight, who'd whisk me away on horseback. We'd gallop happily through other Barbie's backyards, with me clutching tightly around his white-armored torso. Where was he taking me? I neither knew nor cared. As long as I was back by dinnertime, all would be well.

I'd return home with just enough time to smooth a little "Alberto VO-5 Hairdressing" through my pony-tailed or bubble-headed hairdo. Viola! The house would magically clean itself, I'd instantly drop twenty pounds and a mink stole would suddenly be draped over my shapely, elegant shoulders. Then Ken would arrive (laden with dozens of red roses) telling me how much he missed me during the day. We'd change into our always-ready formal attire and go off on an impromptu second honeymoon.

What did exposure to television in the 1960's teach me? To DREAM BIG. Why not? Our dreams fuel so many things (including the orange convertible I've got in the garage).

May your dreams be BIG, and may they all come true,

All the best to all of you,


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Gail Dennison has performed her one person-show entitled, “That Gail” throughout New York City and as far away as Madrid, Spain. Gail is also a proud member of the all-women comedy group, “The Heartless Floozies.”

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