Might as Well Laugh About it Now

Might as Well Laugh About it Now

Marie Osmond

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 0451227735

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Now available in trade paperback-the illuminating New York Times bestseller from the American icon.

The beloved superstar reveals her thoughts on her milestones and missteps, career pressures and expectations, her popular line of collectible dolls, marriage and divorce, depression, weight issues, and the incredible joys and challenges in being a working mother raising eight children. Marie's resilience and familiar humor will have every reader feeling at home with this international icon as she imparts her insights on surviving the school of life and graduating with a degree in unstoppable optimism.

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delicate collectibles that I was certain Abby would not be able to resist getting her pudgy little fingers on. No. I wouldn’t take her this trip. I picked out something to wear the next day for the speech. As I was zipping up the garment bag, my intuition informed me that, like it or not, I really needed to take Abby along. “Okay,” I thought. “Fine! I give in. I don’t know why I’m taking Abby, but I will.” I had to double-time it to get the packing done. As I located all of the gear a toddler

girl with greasy bangs and a mouth full of cavity-prone teeth, including one that had grown in like a fang. It got me teased for being an “uncommitted vampire.” I now know that some of my weight issues were in reaction to difficult issues of my childhood, which I wrote about in Behind the Smile. I dreaded being on the cover of Tiger Beat magazine along with my brothers. I wanted to hide in the background as much as I could. I must have thought that wearing a girdle would hold me together in all

on ABC, the vote was on the table whether to move the family back to Utah. I was in the minority. I wanted LA. It’s 652 miles from Los Angeles to Orem, but for me, at age sixteen, I might as well have been traveling back to the year 652 B.C. (bye-bye, civilization!), because that’s how isolated and out of touch the whole geographical location seemed to me. I had become a full-fledged LA girl. I couldn’t fathom how my brothers were willing to give up our access to Beverly Hills shops and

to four thirty p.m. I think I missed the partridge in a pear tree. I’d need a spreadsheet to give you the details of Tuesday through Sunday, but let me just say that 0.0001 percent of it belonged to me. Truly, I can’t seem to even acquire a much-needed new four-dollar spatula to flip the French toast after the last utensil was consumed by my rabidly efficient garbage disposal. After watching shards of silicone fly through the air, I now use an extension rod to turn the disposal on from across

and Marie with their families and friends, and they want to share that with their own kids. I’m grateful that they enjoy the Vegas show, but I also know that their pleasure goes deeper than seeing Donny and me. They are there to get a certain feeling back, if only for an hour or two. Even if they are fortysomething, almost fifty, their spirits are still “fourteen, almost fifteen.” I think it’s a lot like the way my kids and I still have a hard time passing up a Krispy Kreme store when we see

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