Crush

I've been alive for 46 years now.  Most of those 46 years, I've had some kind of ongoing crush.  I remember being in first grade and thinking a boy named Mark Anderson was the coolest swinger on the playground.  (and by swinger, I do mean using swings!)  I've crushed on obvious people like Robert Redford, Sylvester Stallone as Rocky only, Robbie Williams, Michael Jackson (WAY back in the 80s!), Michael Jordan, Cristiano Ronaldo.... But, there are some special ones out there from my life.

As you all know, my dad was a football coach, so many of my crushes tended to be athletes.  One of my first crushes was on a boy named John Moseley.  He was a punt returner for the University of Missouri.  My dad was coaching there at the time.  He was about 5'7, had red hair and freckles; not your typical football player.  But, he had an uncanny knack for running back punts for touchdowns.  One year for my birthday (probably number 10?) my dad convinced this poor kid to come to our house and wish me a happy day.  EXCITEMENT!  The Tigers went to the Sun Bowl that year, and at that point, families were included in the trip.  I got to sit NEXT to John Moseley on the airplane.  He slept, but I didn't care.  He was my first big crush and he was really nice to me.  How lucky was I?

My next crush was on Jimmy Connors.  I'm not so proud of this one. Whenever I think of him, I think of this cover of Sports Illustrated.  I do remember pretending to write letters back and forth to each other.   He always signed his, "Love, Jimmy."  He must have REALLY liked me.

I had a huge crush on a boy named Barry Kausler when I was in the 8th grade.  He had the hairiest legs I've ever seen. I remember taking a picture of him the last day of school.  What a dork.

Oh Gosh, then came probably the biggest crush in my life:  Pete Grimes.  People, I have so many blogs to share about Pete Grimes.  I used to write on my calendar what he would wear to school every day.  Here was the typical entry:  flannel shirt, jeans.  I came to realize that was what he wore every day.  Please remember this name, you will see it again. 

Remember Roger Staubach, the QB for the Dallas Cowboys?  After he retired, a young man named Danny White filled his shoes.  I had read an article on him in Sports Illustrated, and was inspired to write him a letter, wishing him luck on the season.  I also mentioned that my dad was coaching with the St. Louis Cardinals.  Well, he wrote me back!  It was in HIS handwriting, and he said he hoped to meet me when the Cowboys played in St. Louis.  And, he was true to his word.  He found my dad before the game, introduced himself (ha, like Dick didn't know who he was!) and we met up afterward.  He wore a purplish colored suede blazer.  Not a lot of men could pull off THAT look.

Probably my next big crush was on Greg Maddux.  I used to watch every single Braves game when he played for them.  Friends would buy his baseball cards for me.  I just loved how he always made things seem effortless.  And, those crazy lips of his just drove me crazzzzzy!  I haven't watched baseball since he left the Braves.  That love affair broke my heart.  I had to break it off with the entire sport!



And, now, my current crush is on Dave.  Dave, the man of silly dances, bad scats, and raised eyebrows.  Dave, the man who can't remember his words in concert.  Dave, of receding hairline and gorgeous voice.  He sings with passion, and I really like that.  I have been fortunate enough to meet him twice.  Both times, he was gracious, funny and appreciative.  Do I know how to pick em or what???

Now, share with me some of your crushes?

Billy, Don't Be a Hero

This morning, I heard this classic song on my radio here at work.  (I have satellite radio, and for those of you that don't have it, go get it NOW!)  This song was followed by "Run, Joey Run" and  "American Pie."  Those three songs have completely turned around my previously mentioned PMS.   

I had to go check out the video on YouTube.  Heh heh heh.  It's classic.  Here's some of my favorites from the video:

The color orange.
The VERY LARGE lapels on Bo Donaldson.  HOTT!
The nice job on the lip sync!
Lyrics at the bottom of the screen.
And, most important, the sideways playing piano player! 
ENJOY!!
Billy, Don't Be a Hero. (WHAT A HOOT!!!)

Grasping for Breath!!

Do you ever feel like you can't breathe?   I don't mean asthma, or any bronchial disorder, but that feeling when you feel like you need to run away from your situation and fill your lungs with cool fresh air? Your lungs feel so tight, it's like some Two Ton Tessie is sitting on your chest?

Wow, I felt like I just had that experience in the last hour.  All sorts of past memories came flooding back to me; memories that I had pushed down down down into my gut.  It's amazing how fast those feelings come back to the top so quickly. 

Granted, I also have this feeling when my pants are too tight, but I can ease that discomfort by unzipping. 

In times like these, I'm really glad it's a night where I can have my windows open and the fan going on slow speed.  I'm breathing in and out and finding that breath again!  I'm blogging.  I'm safe in my bed. 


PS-it also helps when there's four fat cats, one sweet dog, and  a Steven to make it all better. 

PSS-I promise a more interesting and humorous post next time; or at least an attempt at being humorous.

PSSS-Guess who has PMS?

Monday Monday

Ya know, sometimes things just happen in your day that make you scratch your head.  Today was one of those days for me. 

It was a very dull grey day here in Charleston.  It threatened to rain all day long, and even though I know the sun was out there, I certainly never saw it.

I was going through my Monday routine, and trying to keep my mind from wandering.  This has been tricky of late, as we have folks working on our roof.  (Remember, our roof was stolen at work about a month ago)  For the last few weeks, we've heard banging, sawing, walking, pounding and tapping on the roof.  I don't mind these noises, I rather enjoy trying to figure out what's happening above my head.  I have a small window near the top of my office.  I can see tree tops and the sky, that's about it.  So, I can't see much of what goes on in the outside world.

So, today, I'm trying to stay awake and focused.  All of  sudden, I hear someone above me running, and then I see some form of liquid going past my window. 

I think someone lost their lunch just outside my window. 

The thing is, some "residue" got on my window.  And, now that this residue is on there, it will probably be there for life.  Our firm doesn't spend money on washing second floor windows.  So, unless we get a sideways rain storm, there's every chance I'll be looking at this little human art project on my window for a long long time. 

Can't wait to find out what Tuesday holds for me...

I had a great plan today.  I was going to take pictures of my street, the park around the corner, the strange little church, the grocery store, things in the grocery store.  My thought was to share a Sunday in Goose Creek with Cyberland. 

Well, I did take the photos, I edited them, and saved them.

OKAY, well, I thought I saved them.  Duh.  There was a real neat one of the sky.  The clouds were great in the Creek today!  You'll have to trust me on this, as I've already deleted them from my memory card.


So, instead, let me just share something I love and wish I had:  FRECKLES.  I think they are the cutest, sexiest natural beauty marks. 

I think freckles just scream personality, mischievousness , and sweetness.  Of course, I don't have freckles.  Can I get those anywhere?


Look at Prince Harry.  Those blushing cheeks, adorned with those freckles  make me feel a bit giggly. 

Boo!

This is what we will be doing at our house this evening.  Our black cat has lined up the pumpkins and the mice, and they will be performing songs for all the Trick or Treaters. 

The excitement begins when the bats join in the merriment!

(The only way you'll know if I speak the truth is if you come see for yourself!!)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Skip To The Loo My Darling

I spend a lot of time in the bathroom.  I mean, a LOT of time.  I am sure if you examine your day, you will find that you do as well.

By the way, I'm not talking about the bathing and/or showering part of your day.  I'm talking about the bodily function that many of us don't discuss.  My bowels, and their functions, keep me hopping.  Offhand, I'd say I easily have close to three blogs I can write about this very subject.  So, if you are a loyal reader, I apologize in advance if I repeat themes.

Being a frequent bathroom user, I have developed quite the particular preference when it comes to this special room.  I understand that it is normally one of the smallest rooms in the house, but oh, how that room can make or break your day!  Here are just a few of the elements I use when rating a bathroom as good or bad.

Good Reading Materials:   I enjoy the gossip rags, clothing catalogs, or even a sports magazine.   If you are at my house, you will find a crossword puzzle and a couple photo albums in our little haven.  Bonus points to the bathroom with any of the "Uncle John's Bathroom Readers."

Bad Reading Materials:  Any kind of tool catalog, auto part magazine, auto trader.  Even worse?  No reading materials at all. 

TOILET PAPER:  This is one item of which I will never economize.  Personally, I like the Northern 3 Ply.  Many like Charmin.  I do enjoy the Charmin, but can't use it regularly, too much lint.  But, I'll take that any day, over the one ply sawdust I've been exposed to in my life.  Oh, and it must roll over, rather than under.  Ugh.  I've got problems.

Lysol:  HATE THIS STUFF.

Location of the Bathroom Within the Home:  Have you ever been to someone's house where the bathroom is directly off a main room?  Everyone sees you enter, times your stay, and pretty much knows everything you're doing in there.  The best bathroom is one down at the end of the hall, up the stairs, or even the outdated outhouse.

Door Shutability:  How horrible is the door with no lock?  Or, the door that won't quite "click" shut.  I've been in this bathroom many a time.  I pee as fast as I can, stressing the entire time that someone is going to walk in on me.  And, yes, I've had the folks walk in on me.  The only thing worse than someone walking in on me is the polite knock on the door and having to answer, "Just a minute."  Then you have that awkward exchange as you leave the room.  Argh. 

Little Soaps and Guest Towels:  I never use either of these.  I never feel like I measure up to the "guests" goods.  They look so pretty, I don't want to be the first one to disturb them!

EXTRA Toilet Paper:  I have a very huge fear of running out of TP.  (probably because this has happened in my lifetime!)  We keep many many rolls in our house.  If our stock falls below ten rolls, I break out in a sweat.  So, I always find out just where the extras are held.  The bathrooms that have them out in plain sight for me are my favorites.  Thank you Mary and Larry.

The Exhaust Fan:  I've stayed in so many hotels that do not have the exhaust fan.  Honestly, that's one of the first things we look for upon check-in.  (Yes, we are freaks!)  I love the fan.  I love its loud purring sound.  I love how it drowns out any other sound.  I love that is "exhausts." 

Have I missed anything that you have on your list?  Let's design the perfect potty!!!