Face it. She is Barbara

Nouns are some of my favorite words. Among them today are the nouns blond, fantastic, and most certainly Barbara.  Barbara Bates needs no introduction nor can she be found in your Thesaurus, this gal has no synonym.

Barbara has resurfaced after a year like a teenage Madonna reinvented. After a single year this perky and creamy vexing and dreamy Virginia Beach charm-o-matique clicked effortlessly into the lofty corporate offices of San Diego's most prestigious Scripps hospital with the elegance and dignified presence of fine southern crystal. Sporting a sharp east coast power cut this natural blond, degree achieving, sorority swinging, suspicion appeasing slightly southern mid coast Swedish goddess began her campaign carpet bombing the hearts and minds of everyone in her path and gratefully San Diagan's surrendered.

No devil could survive the charms of her southern comfort delivered in new york minutes. The hope and the dream of seventies power-girls is personified in the greased lightening wit and soothing charm of this Barbara.

You quickly realize it is no coincidence that competitive superiority, education, experience and class have less to do with corporate ascent than what Barbara delivers through the power of sincerity kindness and what she describes as "the genuine love of people." What wind blows that takes this Barbara from one promotion to the next is no mystery. It is that old nor'easter we San Diegan's have learned to expect from east coast transplants. Unlike most when the gentle elegance of front porch wicker greets you with highly trained corporate style you are disarmed and intrigued. The Scripps board never had a chance as they happily surrendered to her clear vision. She that brings order and fulfills dreams becomes the institution the constitution and the guiding light. Whether at the helm or across the dinner table, a flip of her wrist or a hint of a smile she is riveting and leaves us wanting more... as if we boys could remember what it was we wanted in the first place. She keeps us all swimming at the edge an ocean of quick silver intellect while we happily fail to find the right words that might penetrate her warm and sincere depths. No lady twee here, this girl takes french tips to the horns of bulls and with lace glove gentility she quiets every doubt and every concern before we can think of them... and why would we think of them? We are in good hands, for she is Barbara.