Donny Does Dancing With the Stars

Before 1977 to Now 2009-LOVE IT!

Just give Donny Osmond the DWTS mirror trophy. He earned it.

In my opinion, Mya lost the competition during her free-style. As good of a dancer she is, I never warmed to Mya. It does make me wonder what Mya wanted to do that was so spectacular for the free-style? Wonder if she'll blame Dimitri for it? I think he had the roughest time with Mya--Dimitri should get a 10 for just that!

Nonetheless, Donny showed the young bucks how it's done. Kelly and Mya could have been his daughters--yet he hung right with them. Donny's moves why I continue to ignore membership invitations to join AARP.

Just give Donny the Dancing With the Stars Trophy. He WON it!

Monday Mud

Soak to the soul rain today. More in the forecast. Lawns needed the drink, so all is OK. Especially because the work day is over, my trash is by the curb, plus Dancing With the Stars to hold my attention.

A couple things. First, the Time Magazine pictures of President Barack Obama, in my opinion, are wonderful! Goosebumps still rise on my arm of the event on November 4, 2008. The man is not Moses. I admire what President Barack Obama attempts to do with the issues of our nation. Issues, by the way, he inherited. These pictures make me smile. I am so grateful I continue to experience this History.

The other thing--to get out of my comfort zone. Pondered it all day. The steps I can make, which includes to register at a rec center where a discount is given to my demographic. Heck, they even offer Tai Chi and ballroom dance lessons to members! How cool would that be? Even AARP gives a discount for car and home insurance for my demographic-so a quote will be asked for---ASAP!

Granted, I've not exactly embraced this 'golden' age as I should. Yet I realize, regardless of age, I chose to be forever golden. So I best get over it. Got things I need to do. Discounts to get. And He didn't bring me this far to leave me.

Then snapped pictures to show off one of my rose bushes. Notice the beauty a little rain and a traipse thru some mud will get ya?

Not bad.

...And The Oscar Goes To (II)

Oscar Host Hugh Jackman.

No joke. I actually liked the guy. More impressed than I thought I ever would be. Enjoyed and smiled during the opening number. All seemed to have fun. Ben Stiller came out as Joaquin Phoenix with gum on the podium---PRICELESS. The Oscars tried to be hip. It didn't seem as stogy as past years. Was it perfect? Naw. With five past winners announced the five nominees, I feared it would be five EVERYTHING, and show wouldn't end until 2 am. Lasted three and a half hours. Not bad. Queen Latifa needs to fire the person who dresses her. This is the second time I saw her in an unbecoming dress--the first being the Kennedy Honors. Yet, her voice was in fine form. I still do wish Mickey Rourke would have won. Oh well.

A chum sent an e-mail, how she had one of the happiest days of her life this weekend. Her grand kids and family produced such joy. It's one of those moments, I realize I never planned to be this age and not have a kid or two in tow. Like where did time just zip by and now I look at my invitation to join AARP? All in all, I'm glad my chum is happy. We all make choices--good and bad--that's how we get to this moment. Choices dictate our destiny.

Too bad, Eddie Murphy didn't think destiny when he chose to release "Norbit" during the Oscar voting process when he was nominated Best Supporting Actor for "Dreamgirls."

I digress.

Personally, I plan to still have me a lot more destiny.

Get my envelope ready.

Donny Osmond...Encore

Last night watched the Pioneer Days Concert on the BYU channel. Clueless I even had the BYU channel. Beauty of having over 200 channels—a surprise everyday—I digress—back to last night--I sat speechless. It was LIVE. It was NOW. It was 2008, not 1978—when I flew to Salt Lake City. I was going to help celebrate a girl’s birthday in the Osmonds’ Studio Green Room in Provo. We hoped Donny would surprise her (and us) by coming in for a moment.

Had to change planes in Denver. As I entered the plane and located my seat, I almost passed out because it was behind Alan and Jimmy Osmond. My eyes and Alan’s met. The guy, who sat in that row’s aisle seat, didn’t know who they were. Alan schooled the guy about their family and history. I stared at the garment bag, which hung with “Osmond” written on the front. Once we landed in Salt Lake City, the flight attendant took Alan and Jimmy off first. When I did off the plane, my friend asked, “Were you on THAT plane?”

Last night. Older. Grayer. Smiled just as broad as ever. Oh yea, and the Osmonds too. Through the years there was my Mom who asked if the Jackson 5 sang “One Bad Apple.” There was my first ever Osmond concert, Aug 21, 1973, Row 4, Section B, seats 11 & 12, if I’d reached up as Donny threw that infamous purple cap from the stage, it woulda been mine! It sailed to the girl directly behind me. And the time we drove all night from Allentown, PA to Norfolk, VA. We crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge on fumes. And from Norfolk, we headed to Washington DC. After being checked in the DC hotel for about an hour or so, we spotted Donny walking toward a tour bus—alone. We got pictures, plus a chat. Donny also informed us they were heading to Allentown (really Ft Washington, PA) right after the concert. So we checked right out of the hotel and back to Allentown, from wince this adventure started.

Through the years Donny was here in Dallas, to promote “Pyramid”. We bantered from the stage. Told him I really didn’t like him until his voice changed. He took the mic away from me. We all laughed. Or after a Dallas radio interview, Donny asked if I had a car to get him to the next place because his driver was nowhere to be found. I panicked more because I had Doritos crumbs all over my car floor. Donny’s driver showed in the nick of time.

Last night. Where did the time go? When did time fast forward from me being 16 to a offer to get an AARP membership? The Osmonds weren’t the Jackson 5—even tho I thought Jermaine was cute. The Osmonds seemed more accessible for me. That could be a whole ‘nother post—sometime. Not now. Right now, I just want to remember through all those years, the memories of people, places and things.

I’d do it ALL again.

Oh, and did Donny show, in the Green Room for the girl’s birthday party? Yep. The picture above is from that day.