Life number 615

How many lives have you had?  I've been thinking about the many personalities of Bubbely Lou and decided there are so many personalities because of the many past lives.   Some of my past lives I don't recall at all but I know I have lived them from those who witnessed them such as my father.  Dad tells me I was once a yelling screaming pooping hell raiser.  According to Daddy Dearest the doctor swatted me on the butt and I didn't stop yelling for months.  Can anyone blame me?  Is that anyway to greet a new comer? 

Thus the beginning of my many lives.  Life 5 must have been wild if I could only remember it.  Life 5 began the day I learned to walk or as I am told, the day I learned to run.  Mom and Dad must have had quite a time with two little rug rats running in circles getting into everything.  I am told I was a precocious curly haired blond in the 8th life who loved baby brother so much I threw whole raw potatoes in his bassinet to feed him.  Such an endearing child. (Me, not baby brother)  Life number 489 began the day I divorced John and life number 585 began the day Les died.  With every new achievement, new celebration, new crisis I overcame, I entered into a new life.  I became a new person.  In some cases a stronger person, in others a more compassionate person. 

So here I am at life number 615 wondering who the hell I am.  This much I know about myself, I am a loving mother, grandmother, sister, daughter, friend who likes to perform victory dances when I win at anything especially since I seldom win.  I like to celebrate my birthday, any one's birthday, any one's victories, I just like to celebrate.  I love hats and tea cups and tea pots and art journals and old movies and Mel Gibson even if he has gotten a little nutsy.  I love anything neon green especially if it is polka dotted.  I am a feminist ready to defend a woman's rights.  I hate lies and injustices and prejudices.  I hate any type of cruelty.  It just kills me to see people and animals abused.  

All this in a little over 60 years.  I intend to live to the ripe old age of 100.  How many more lives?  Guess you'll just have to come along with me to find out.