Being bold and walking confidently.

It's a pretty bold statement to say you put the future of your kids life in God's hands.  But, when they turn 18, let's face it, the ground work has been laid. Yeah, I look back and ask, did I pray enough, did I read enough books, did I put what I read into practice, I could go on and on. The bottom line is, my only security is God, and his sovereign plan for their life.  Turning ashes into beauty if needed, working all things together for His good. My plans for my kids life are most likely not theirs, and most likely not God's. I still pray that I prayed enough....

I am one lucky gal...

Who knew I was so dang lucky. In my home growing up, being a kid was easy and staying out of trouble was not that hard when your mom made it her mission to keep you there. Oh, I got in plenty of trouble, but it took a lot of energy, time and planning. At the time, I wished for nothing more than space, I mean there was really nothing more annoying than a mom in your business when you are busy trying to navigate through middle school clicks and high school trouble. I had a serious dose of middle child syndrome. 

I didn't mean to be the trouble child, but trouble did seem to just kinda show up, and so did the Mothership with my Dad in tow. At the time, I was flabbergasted at her intrusion into my world. What really saved me from myself was there was no Myspace or Facebook, otherwise there would probably be a naked photo of me somewhere in cyber space, circa 1983, posted by me. (I kid...my mom would have had my password and she'd have been the webmaster controlling all content) Also, growing up in the Spooner house, phone calls were only as private as the kitchen phone cord was long and that helped in my moms quest to know all things. That strategic phone placement alone made it very difficult to plan any type  of covert and/or unacceptable activities.  My mom was a mom and she took her job very seriously. Her job was to raise good, upstanding kids that would not be the talk of the neighborhood, and I was a time or two much to her dismay. She was always fearless, relentless and nothing would stand between her and her goal: raise Barb without any police involvement. I can't thank my mom enough for not growing weary and not giving up on her quest. I will gladly pass it down to the next generation.

They're so lucky....

If I only knew what my mom knew...

If I only knew what my mom knew. Yes, you get to an age when you actually say it and believe it. My mom had a way of raising kids and handling the trials and tribulations that go along with it, confidently and with ease.  She knew when to get involved in our problems, when to butt out because it was really no use, and she knew when to call in reinforcements. (Just maybe there was some word on the street in our tight knit cul-de-sac  she could tap into) When your child is upset, you want to fix what is upsetting them. My mom knew the only way out of it sometimes was with a hug and some time alone to figure it out. When your child is fighting with a friend or boyfriend, the first instinct is to play meditator and offer up suggestions to help work through it. My mom knew that communication skills were built best when kids find their own style and have the opportunity to see if the relationship is really of value. (If I recall, I had a few that really weren't)

A true lessoned learned for me was when Hayley was being bullied by some mean girls. The funny thing about bullies, is the denial by the parents. You will hear such phrases as "Kids will be kids" "Let them work it out" and the like. Parents of bullies are really no parents at all. I mean, really. Your kid is a total creep and you have no idea? Or, do you ignore their creepiness because it's just easier  for YOU to get through the day?   When Hayley was in elementary and middle school, she was picked on by a pack of bullies. 
Thugs in Roxy-Wear.  
My mom would have stayed out of this one, but she raised me to stand up and speak out and that's what I did. One day after school Hayley got into the car and was crying because a girl called her a vicious name. There was no way I was going to take it for another minute.  I marched right over to that mini-van, knowing that this was a teachable moment and found the devil child with her mom sitting together in their pathetic-ness. I mentioned oh so sweetly  that one of her girls called my daughter a name that was totally unacceptable. True story: The mom looked and me and said matter of fact-ish "...and your point is?"
 Hello. 
This was a life changing moment. 
Clarity. 
Understanding. 
It was as though the seas had parted and I found the way. 
Crappy parent, crappy kid. PERIOD. This mom (and I use that term loosely) could not have cared less about this little ditty. She could not have cared less about the thousands of crappy things this kid did. She was a sucky parent and my mom probably would have smelled it a mile away and not wasted her time. 
I do recall hearing that the mom and daughter did bond on the kids 18th birthday by getting matching tattoos. Happy my mom and I found better ways to bond, and happier yet that Hayley has grown into a beautiful young woman that made her grandma so proud.

Making lemonade out of lemons....

I always say, if it's not fun, or if I can't make it fun, I don't want to play. That goes for just about everything. I really enjoy vacillating between serious and silly seamlessly. Yes, it's a gift. And yes, it can get on people's nerves if they are not accustomed to the way I operate. There was a beautiful picture taken at my mom's funeral of my entire family. Someone commented, "Wow, everyone is smiling." I replied back,  "We had a great mom, there is still much to smile about."

Can you imagine the picture if everyone looked somber, sad or looking down?  That'd be awkward. Like when I went to Graceland, home of Elvis Presley.  You want to capture the moment, but when you're by his grave, do you smile?  Look sad?  What? Of course my sister and I went somber all the way and it made for a great photo.  Like I said, if it makes me laugh, I am all in.

   One of the worst times in my sister's life was when she made the best decision of her life to start a new life back in California. Talk about making lemonade out of some fresh lemons. We took the long way home from Annapolis, Maryland in her Volvo. We laughed, we cried and I toilet papered the Clinton Library for my Christmas card. My sister will talk for years about the best mocha I ever had, bought in Little Rock, Arkansas. (I guess I repeated in the car 100 times to an audience of one that it was FABULOUS!!)  That one drink made it possible to forge on to Oklahoma City.  Most of the tears shed on the trip were from laughing so hard, because that's how you survive any form of death.

I am so blessed with the funniest friends and family on the earth. As my son would say, you can't soar like an eagle if you hang out with chickens, because chickens can't fly. I choose funny eagles....

The holidays are here...

Now that's a legacy, Carol Spooner.

(Minus Miss Hayley who hates fish...)

The holidays are here, and I receive as many condolence cards as Christmas. I think the cards are a very sweet gesture, it lets me know that people are thinking about my family and the pain we feel.  I have way more good days then bad, and that alone will make you feel bad. I wonder why I am OK, and some people who lose a parent lose their self.  Heck, Dog the Bounty Hunter started using crack cocaine when his mother died...makes me think he loved his mom more, and I think that is impossible.
I do have one pet peeve, and that's when someone says "I am sorry about your mom, but it wasn't unexpected" like that makes it easier.  Or, something with the caveat "you knew she was going to die". Really? Well everyones mom is going to die, and no matter what, it sucks. Our journey to death may have been different than others, but once your loved one is dead, it's a level playing field. Gone is gone. From that day forward, the pain is real no matter how they died.  At first I agreed with the person, I mean,  they didn't mean to minimize my pain, but that's how I see it. When this happens, and it does often, I know it's a time for me to offer nothing but grace...AFTER I explain, gone is gone.  I miss my mom, and I miss watching the way my dad loved my mom.  I miss her sweet smell, that is slowly fading from my world. But, when I step back and look at my family,  and the legacy my mom has left, I am reminded how great my God is.

Life without a Mom.

It's only been two weeks since my mom passed away, and I can't decide how it feels. To say it

sucks is an understatement,  and when life goes on, I to pause to question if that's O.K.

Who do I call when I need to cook something? Yes....every time I cooked a meal I had to call her about something. Who do I call when planning the holidays, or even a family BBQ? She has always been the nucleus of our family. She was so strong, and so brave. Never letting us see her weakness. Always wanting lipgloss. I have a sweater of hers, and I can still smell her. It's a definite sweet smell that can only be described as my mom. I will never wash the sweater, and I wonder how long her sweet smell will linger. I wonder if it will always make me cry. It's all new territory, and the questions can make me a wreck, but in the grip of Jesus, I am functioning. Out of ashes...beauty will rise....(thank you Steven Curtis Chapman for that last line) 

And, thanks dad for choosing mom to be your wife. 

Antelope Valley Family YMCA

I tell all of my mom friends who want to take on more either in work force or with philanthropy "If you always make your decisions based on what is best for your family, you will be blessed." I have been a living example of that since my daughter Hayley was born. I have been offered fabulous jobs, projects or assignments that at the time didn't fit into my families lifestyle. I remember my ego being hurt that I could not do what I was born to do, but I put my family first. My family is what I was born to do.   I always thought as my kids got older, I would have more time to spread my wings. What I have discovered as my kids have gotten older, not only do I have less freedom, but they need me around even more. After 17 years with 24 hour Fitness, and slowly taking on more as my kids got older, I realized I needed to be in one place where they knew they could find me. I left 24, took a leap of faith and joined the YMCA. God has blessed me. I can pick up my high school son from school, bring him with me to work out, never miss a football game or a moment where he may need me on a dime. (I traveled a huge radius with 24 hour) I think the best part for me is when Hayley just stops by my office to chat about her day, randomly. I didn't have that before because I may have been in Bakersfield when she needed me.

If you plan your career around your family and doing what you love, you will find joy....even if the money is less.

Holy cow....what a year!!

From Hayley's graduation, to Hayden's journey into Friday night lights.....I have to say I am the luckiest girl in the world. Life's not perfect...but Gods plan for my life is. After 17 years with 24hour Fitness...I took a leap of faith to join the new YMCA in my home town. Instead of traveling to eleven different clubs, I drive to one fabulous green facility and to a group of people who really value their employees and relationships in the community.
Although my mom has been in the hospital twice and is fighting for her life, our family remains close and strong and funny as ever.
Who knows what the heck 2010 will bring us. I do know this, if it full on sucks....we will find a way to laugh at it!!!

There is nothing like my family......

On our best behavior for mom and dad.

But a few hours earlier.....

The whole crew Zip lining in Honduras. Please do not make me do it again. I have checked it off my list of things to do.

AUNT OF THE YEAR!!!!

Nancy and Hayley high above NYC enjoying a perfect view from the top of the empire state building.
I know you thought that was me.....that's why I clarified.



When flying home from NYC, Nancy offered her first class seat to Hayley in honor of her 17th birthday. What a great aunt, huh?? Well it gets better. Hayley boards first and sends us a text...."when you see who I am sitting next to, you may want your seat back." How can this be???? Nancy flies 10,000 miles a year and only gets fat, bald and drunk men in the seat next to her. Hmmmmm, what can she be talking about??


uhh......yeah, meet Hayley's seat mate across the entire country.
http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/tradingspaces/meet-the-crew/brandon-russell.html


The HOT new contractor of TLC's "trading Spaces" Brandon Russell. Ty Pennington, who??? He was absolutely adorable and so sweet to Hayley. Nancy stayed in the back of the plane with me, while Hayley enjoyed hot towels and a gourmet meal. On the other hand, our American Airline flight had on board trivia, so you know the "sista sista" team kicked some AA butt. You would have thought there was a cash prize for the winner....did I mention that was us?

Barb and Hayley hit NYC Fashion week....

Oh let's chat...shall we? Just because you are a designer does not mean you have taste, let me put that out there right off the bat. Please, if you don't mind....design clothes for women that do not need to be built like a hanger!! We all do not have shoulders 5 feet wider than our hips. Clothes you crazies design don't hang on us unless we buy the 5 sizes too big and then, we look like a cow. For crying out loud, work with me here....
Hayley and I had a great time in NYC, attended the US open and shopped like professionals. I know it's cheesy, but I LOVE NY!!!!!!

Sad day....

It's the day you dread the minute you make the decision to bring them home and love them.....the day you have to put your dog down. Samantha, our 11 year old golden retriever that has been central in my families life died on Thursday. She had cancer and could no longer stand up. She was the greatest, sweetest and most loving dog EVER to live on earth. No offense to other dog owners out there.

We put the "D" in DIVA

Both of us nailed it the first try....naturals. We get it from my daddy. Too much fun!! It fills the snow boarding void, though in Cali, you need wetsuits. BIG TIME!! I need my friend Chalene to design wet suits you look good in, because there is not one available. Thanks to my sister Nancy who introduced us to SURF DIVAS. We are now proud card carrying members. All scuba trips MUST incorporate surfing. I love my life.

Meet Bob Marley.....but we just call him Marley

Adorable. Other than the fact he doesn't sleep through the night and his need to pee all of the time, he is ADORABLE. The hubby was none too pleased until he smelled the puppy breath. Then it was all good.

Mothers Day 2008

Favorite quote of all times:

"If you bungle raising your kids, anything else you do in life well doesn't really matter"

Jackie O

Now, that's a cool mom.

You may quote me on this one

"If you have drama in your life as a parent, you are stealing from your teenagers, their life is full of it and as a parent you can not be distracted"

Barbara B.

Not as cool as Jackie O, but I know this to be true as well.

Jr Prom 2008....memories.....

Hayley is in the pink on the right. All of her friends had the look of complete fabulos-ity. QHHS loaded the kids onto 16 buses took them somewhere in Los Angeles. Santa Anita race track to be exact. (Classy, I know) As a horse girl, Hayley felt right at home dancin' in the paddock. I had to pick up the gang at 2am from the high school and I made them a breakfast ten times better than Lenny's, I mean Denny's. When I left for Hayden's baseball game at noon, they we're just starting to move. I'm still recovering today from the prom as well. The last time I stayed up until 3:30 am was when Hayley was puking on me as a baby, or maybe my Jr. prom.....both were so long ago, it's hard to say. Oh what I'd give to have her be a baby puking in my arms again at 3:30 in the morning.

So, You missed my Birthday......

It's not just another day.....March 21st is my Birthday!! Riddle: What does Rosy O'Donnell and Barbara Brodowsky have in common???......We share a birthday and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE!!!!!!!! Another Riddle: What does K-fed and Barbara Brodowsky have in common??? Well, actually several. One we share a birthday. But moreover, we both feel Britney Spears in an unfit mother, a bad dresser, mad crazy and should not own any pets. (I am just guessing about the pets, pretty confidant about the others) Anyhoo, we spent my birthday in LaJolla at Nancy's house and had a great time. For those dying to know, I turned 29.

Fun happens here.....

http://youtube.com/user/barbb143

Movin' on.....

Heck yes:)
We sold the horse, whhaaa. But cha ching, that will save me about 700.00 a month. I took the kids and a few few of their friends to mammoth. The best trip ever. Soooo much fun. I've written several letters to the editor, and made the Sunday edition. BRILLIANT, I say. I'm waiting for an invitation from the Valley Press to be a voice of reason in a chaotic and stupid world. Kids are great, Jeff is great (still semi retired and golfing daily) Life is great.

Through the Holidays and into 2008

Hmmmmmmmmmm

Sell the horse

lose 5 lbs

stop shopping so much

take more vacations

huge list!!! What a great year 2007 was. So much fun with my family (even with broken arm, face treatment, tumor removed and mother in law passing away) I am so thankful for everything. It's all good. And yes, Hayley and I AGAIN won the annual family fudge cook off