Davy Jones

I held my first Monkee Spectacular magazine in my hand. My dad stood beside me as I sat on the floor. I recall we waited for the dentist to arrive. I also recall being mesmerized by man on the cover: Davy Jones.

I looked at my dad and asked: "Isn't he cute?" My dad asked me who the man was. I could not believe Dad didn't know! I'm sure my dad thought I was nuts. Yea, nuts in LOVE at eight years old.

This photo was taken in Des Moines, Iowa around 1987. Davy sang "I Wanna Be Free." This was the closest I was going to get Davy and the rest of the Monkees, to my own backyard.

Davy's pictures from the teenybopper magazines were the first I put up on my wall. And the first my Mom said I had TOO many pictures up and made me take them down. I hated Marcia Brady when Davy showed up at her house after she lied to everybody that she could get Davy to come their prom. She even got to kiss Davy on the cheek. Bitter. I STILL am.

The "cute" Monkee is now part of Heaven's choir. I am sure is Davy play the tambourine better than the rest. The deaths of Michael Jackson, and recently Whitey Houston, touched me. Yet, there's something about Davy.

Davy was/is such a part of my youth. Now he's gone. Davy's passing shines the light of mortality.

No matter what, Davy will always be that "Daydream Believer."

Rest Davy. Rest.

Just a Few

On a gorgeous Saturday, as I toiled with school work, these kitties kept me company. They perched by my PC monitor. You can tell one of em is kind of a wide load! :) His purr is as big as his hind side!

Anyway, once the school work was done, I headed out to enjoy the day. Splendid, spectacular day!

On of my stops was at a theatre to see Tyler Perry's "Why Did I Get Married Too?" Parts of it were quite good, because I saw improvement in Tyler's writing and direction. And I marvel at Janet Jackson. She whispers so when interviewed, like on Leno and Oprah, for instance--yet in this...something so different. Janet has mentioned this movie was being filmed around her brother Michael's death. I feel that you will feel her pain...I did.

I admire Tyler for all he puts into his movies, however there are times I wish he'd let somebody else direct and/or co-write the script, then Tyler could concentrate on his own acting. Just a thought. Oh, and I will say--at one point I had a big ol' smile on my face. If you go see "Why Did I Get Married Too" I bet you'll know when it was, because it just rocked me over. As did everybody in the theatre.

That's it for now. Just a few on this Saturday. The sun still shines and gotta go enjoy it some more!

Tuesday Orange

The Orange Bowl 2010 is at Halftime. My Iowa Hawkeyes lead Georgia Tech 14-7. Kool and the Gang now entertain.

Yea. I danced and partied to 'Celebration' I don't how many times. Good times. Even bought some Kool and the Gang vinyl. Nice memories. Was "Celebration" really out in 1981-ish?

Time flies is also what I think when I watch the Jacksons Dynasty reality show on A & E. Have you watched it? I've missed an episode or two. Yet, I've seen enough to have opinions. I do like Tito. Marlon has sexy smile. Jackie is the gentle soul I always thought, while Jermaine is a whiny wuss. To watch this show is bittersweet. They miss their brother. I feel that is genuine. I also wonder if this is really suppose to be "The Jermaine Show."

OK. Kool and the Gang are sing "Celebration" now--I'll go back and rewind. Gotta watch and remember. After that- headed to the warmth of my bed and under the covers.

Kind of a chill here in Texas. One of the moments I wish I had a man 24/7.

More heat. :)

Friday Feel

It is the weekend. Am so glad. Was pretty pissed the other day.
Eased up--well, trying to anyway. One of those moments
Where you try to think of THE moment
You called yourself taking control-
Instead of to leave all your troubles in God's hands.
Kinda scarey, when I realized when I had that 'moment.'
So now as I'm at another crossroads where my trust
Needs to be in Him. I need to repeat Psalms 50:15
Am I smart enough, more so
Humble enough to admit I can't conquer on my own?
How I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired?
Life is a banquet and I refuse to starve myself.
Stay tuned.
In the meantime, I'm feeling a little Michael Jackson and Corner of the Sky...RIP MJ

Sun Shine Day

Walked into a grocery store this afternoon, and saw not one, nor two, but THREE decorated and lit up Christmas Trees! What is UP with that? It' is about 75 degrees here--and I'm sorry, the Halloween CANDY isn't even all gone for the clearance bins yet!! UGH. Too bad Blue Bell Ice Cream wasn't on sale, then I remembered I had plenty in my freezer-My Blue Bell will make Christmas Five Minutes After Halloween more tolerable.

Get this, at Inspiring Body of Christ Church today, we all lifted our bibles to the music of "Beat It"--yes, MJ's song--however we said, "Read It." Trust me, it worked. On top of that, Pastor Rickie Rush spoke how sometimes when we hurt, we direct our pain to other people and focus on ourselves or even direct it towards God--which can make us bitter. The healing can hurt, yet the Holy Spirit soothes. The soothing feels nice.

And when the sun is gone for this day, I'll be plopped right in front of the TV to watch the Dallas Cowboys and the Philadelphia Eagles battle it for 1st place in the NFC East. Will Tony Romo and Roy Williams connect on passes--FINALLY? Will Miles Austin keep taking it to the house? Will Patrick Crayton prove once again, if a man loses 2 jobs, he proves WHY he is a star? Will Marion Barber realize I'm his biggest fan? Will Blue Bell's Coffee Flavored Ice Cream charm my tummy?

'cuse me, while I go enjoy this Sunday Sunshine before it disappears from view.

Stay tuned.

Friday Feelin' It

Just because I choose to remember how it was...

This Day

Bittersweet-

Would have liked

MORE

Of Michael's interface with the dancers or just him

More speaking. Just to get more of feel for him---

Guess you always want what you can no longer have.

Loved to watch the reaction of the dancers-

All so young and got so off just watching Michael rehearse and sing on stage

...alone...

They were gonna perform with MICHAEL JACKSON!

"This Is It" is for the us -

My misty eyes proved that--

To remember what really came first:

The talent. The genuis of

Michael....

Rest Now...

Did you know...

I was part of Michael Jackson's posse? Yes, I was. Michael loved the way I made a peach crumble top pie. Sure. Michael would fly into DFW, with the kids, and come on over to the house. Yep. The kids loved my neighbors dogs. Would run and meet the ice cream guy as he jingled down the street. You bet. While the kids would romp in the fenced in backyard, my cats would watch them through the windows. Then Michael and I would sit on my patio, sip ice tea and take in the fragrances of the flowers in my back yard as we would chat and laugh. Sure did. Michael would get the grill going. Oh yea. He'd have his hair back in a pony tail and wear an apron that had "Smooth Criminal" embroidered on it--which by the way I did myself. As Michael grilled our burgers, he would repeat how he could come to Dallas and nobody knew he was there. OK. So, Michael, the kids and I chomped on burgers and other picnic fare. Really? The kids loved to throw pieces of their buns to the birds in the back yard. Even a squirrel would come only so far. Hmm. For dessert we'd have my peach crumble top pie with vanilla ice cream. Michael turned into as much of a kid as his kids as he dug into his pie ala mode. Uh-huh. Just peaceful for him. And a place where the kids were just kids. And just as quick it was over. Hmm. The SUV that had brought them to my house, was now back to get them. Michael and the kids piled into the SUV that was permitted to deposit them right by their private jet on the runway. Yea? I hugged all the kids saving the biggest hug for the biggest kid: Michael. I wanted him to take his "Smooth Criminal" apron with him. So when he cooked it would remind him of Dallas. WOW. Michael said he didn't want to. The apron would be worn only during those special times-like being in Dallas. And now those times are done.

Don't I sound like some of these people coming out of the woodwork and cracks in sidewalks to say how they knew Michael? It's all ridiculous now. Get the toxicology reports--Quick. Keep the kids with Katherine who should give them to Janet--Quick. And let Michael just rest in peace.

Quick.

July 9, 1928 was Monday

And the day my mom was born. Eighty-one years ago. If Mom had lived I try to picture her at this age. Would she still be as fiesty as I remember? Still savor her gin? Let her hair go naturally gray? That part I kinda doubt. Would she still love me as much?

I know this part to be true. I wonder if Mom would be as proud We didn't have time to get into 'chats' about what I ought to do as a grown up. Mom died of complications from weight loss surgery in 1971. Yellow liver atrophy got her on a Friday and by Monday Mom was gone. So I always think of how it could be. I do remember my interest in taking French in high school, while Mom thought I should type and such--it was the 70's.

When Mom was second of five kids, plus second daughter I wonder what her parents thought? I can imagine Mom being a fussy baby--needed stuff done that second. Her family was poor--and I'm not sure of how much love was shown. Mom's mom passed when I was a year old. While by the time Mom died, she and her father were estranged. I later asked my own Dad if my grandfather attended his second daughter's funeral. Dad said he did. I still wonder.

With the deaths of Marilyn Monroe, Elvis and now Michael Jackson, maybe Mom wasn't suppose to get old. Maybe she always knew. Mom told me how she wanted to be buried when I was about 11 years old. Mom died at age 43 when I was 13. I've since crossed that 43 plateau and gone onto territory Mom never had a chance to get to. That's why I wonder what she would think? Honestly, I picture Mom's stare and then squint while asked--using my FULL name-"Just what are you doing?"

Nonetheless, on this day I do smile to think Mom and Dad sit on some cloud. A cloud with a pond so they could fish. Hey, it's Heaven--so everything is possible! And in this picture where Mom gets our food ready on one of many weekend fishing jaunts. Now back on that cloud, Mom and Dad watch over me as they cast out their line. I hope they smile. They loved to fish together. And they loved me--together.

So just what am I doing?

Stay tuned.

A Chapter Closes

With all the mess, all the bad decisions Michael made in later years, he never let go of the gift God gave him.

Lionel Richie sang the truth at Michael Jackson's Memorial: Jesus is Love

We have been blessed.

Today

I'm off today. It's really my 4th of July holiday. My part of the company didn't get a day off, but a floater to use within in 60 days of the holiday its for.

I lasted 3 days.

Gotta hike out to the doc's office to get my coumadin check. I've been in my 'range' for months now. Been fortunate I've had no major setbacks. A little fatigue every now and then. Hard to believe I've been taking this stuff since March 2006. When prior to that I barely popped aspirin for a headache.

Today. Speculation about Sarah Palin's abrupt exit. If she doesn't try to run for president, won't we all be surprised. I'm not a Republican, yet when she did that first speech--I thought "WOW!" But that first speech became the only speech, just switched around. And if I hadn't heard the bit about seeing the coast of Russia, myself--the chopped first speech was enough. But she did give some needed excitement to the GOP. Stay tuned.

Michael Jackson. I still can't believe he's gone. I've admitted after "Bad" Michael just lost me. The facial and skin color changes were apparent. Still admired Michael for what he continued to do musically, even if it didn't grab me. And I didn't want him to die. Where are these doctors who supplied him? Michael got people to get him what he wanted. Money can do that. Breaks my heart Michael made a choice to do this to himself. May Michael finally have peace. You now have your Corner of the Sky.

Today.

Week Off The Wall Done

What a week!

All this Michael Jackson stuff. My GOODNESS! More questions in death than in life-the kids not being biologically his--OK, I always hoped some how they were. Even tho Michael turned lighter over the years, pigmentation for his natural offspring would not. However the babies could still be lighter--so I was in denial. All this mess about drugs. Folks knew. Family knew. Michael new. Just sad. Michael had it all. Yet didn't know it-which to me, goes back to family. What really happened?

Stay tuned.

For me-had to work today. Yes, while just about everybody didn't. Got off at 2pm though and figured I'd make it to the rec center to bike and tread. Wrong. As I drove home, I noticed trash still remained by the curb. Uh-oh. Holiday. No trash pick up. And the rec center is a city deal--so alas no rec center open. *sigh*.

Done well on my diet. Can see subtle changes. So because the rec center is closed and I don't feel like mopping the floor, I'll go splurge on the best burger in Dallas at Burger Island. Been awhile.

Cue up Michael Jackson and Diana Ross with "Rock With You" around 1981 on her TV special I don't ever remember. Honestly, I also don't recall Michael even looking like this! Very attractive. Seem happy. Too bad he never saw it. RIP MJ

It's Friday and World Still Moves...

Still in shock on Michael Jackson. Wow. A chapter of life ends. Yet, the world does go on. To cut to the chase--it still is Friday which means we need to cue up some music. Click on Michael Jackson's name to see my all time fave-O-rite dance tune of his.

Oh MAN! You talk about strut the stuff to this song! And for me, there was a particular guy, name Wayne--that --well, shook his groove thing just so EXCELLENT to this song. Even tho it was 30 years ago-a smile comes to the face. Don't Stop Until You Get Enough--so much truth there!

And another song I loved from all the Brothers who ask: Can You Feel It?

Always.

Rest Now, Michael. Rest

Michael Jackson 1958-2009

Shock. Still can't believe it. Cardiac arrest. Michael Jackson.
Even with all the mess Michael went through in later years. I admit I hoped there would be US concerts, namely here in Dallas!

Memories. The fact my mom bought the Jackson 5's Third Album, with "I'll Be There" on it. She feared, her almost teen age daughter wasn't getting into the music of the day--or at all. She worried. Mom had me play the entire album over and over. I thought it was good-yet I had a thing about movie and play soundtracks--like 1968's Best Movie Oscar winner: "Oliver!" I BEGGED for that album. LOVED it.

Had a chance to see the Jackson 5 at the Iowa State Fair in 1971. Their hit "Maybe Tomorrow" was out. I wanted to go. My cousins were. Yet I decided to stay home. Even when Mom kept urging me otherwise. Why? Because I wanted to be with my mom as much as I could. She passed a month later.

Then the Victory Tour. Saw that in Kansas City at Arrowhead Stadium. I paid an unheard of 40 bucks for my tickets. Some kind of lottery I think. Madness. Yet history. We sat so far back--yet didn't care. Saw Michael again --solo--this time, around 1988. Right before I moved to Dallas. Better seats. And I wonder how it would be to do coffee with him.

The world stopped when infant network MTV put itself on the map with the premier of the video "Thriller." WOW. We watched. Stunned. Magic. This guy had it ALL.

Then started different verses of Bubbles, the young boys, the Elephant Man bones, behavior, face, Michael Jackson's skin color and the bizarre situation of his children. We didn't want to believe the King of Pop was about to drown in his own mote.

The last years were not kind. Michael Jackson will forever be remembered for those horrid choices he made. Close to dim all the musical genius of his.

Michael Jackson had it all. On this day, I want to remember how it was before the spiral began. When the night of "Thriller," my friends and I were in bar--yapping how extraordinary it was, then the bar played it on the big screen--which was just a sheet on the wall--it was the 80's, you know. :) Once again, the world stopped.

Just like today.

May the troubled soul of Michael Jackson now find the peace now he search so long for.

American Idol and Michael Jackson

Uh. Yea.

OK.
After I get over the fact the Top 13 were either babes in swaddling clothes, toddlers or not even born yet when "Thiller" made us listen to music in a whole 'nother way-I gotta be honest, none of the Top 13 blew me away to any new Corner of the Sky.

If I had to like somebody, because I wouldn't get any Blue Bell Cookies n Cream Ice Cream if I didn't: Danny Gokey, Allison Iraheta and last: Adam Lambert. While everybody seem to give Adam a beaded glove, I felt there were times Adam screamed "Black and White." I bet they hear that when they play it back.

I can't believe Allison is 16. Good Rocker. However, can she do anything else?

But Danny--unless, he messes up along the way--this is his thing to lose.

...and Anoop Desai--such a sweetheart. Hope he gets another chance.

In the meantime, Anoop and everybody else, click on the link to see how "Beat It" was and still should be done by Michael Jackson....when, well--before faces and things changed.


Gotta get my Blue Bell Cookies n Cream Ice Cream.

And Corner of the Sky? Um. Yea. A song from the Broadway show 'Pippin' and that the Jackson 5 turned into a single. A vinyl 45. Which I had. Cue it up.

Another 5 moment...

As I scripted a note to Movie Man about Michael Jackson, made me ponder about Michael, aka The King of Pop, back when before everything happen. And to look at these videos--WOW---the kid and his brothers-such talent. You knew Michael's star would rise far. You could just see his luster. You just knew. Gotta give kudos to the folks that post these paths to the past. Just makes you remember how things were--back when....yep, back when before everything happened.

And So...

It was so hard to get outta bed this Monday morning! I mean, I was so curled under my blankets, while some cat cut off circulation in my side and...

Huh? It's not Monday? Oh wait. It's FRIDAY. Christmas messed me up on my days. Unfortunately I did have to head to work today. Took my taco soup again. I got not a taste of it--again. Yet the folks liked it. And we left at 2:30pm today. That's a good kind of Friday.

Thought about a jaunt to the movie theatre. I did see Curious Case of Benjamin Button yesterday. I've had a thing about for Brad's hot-ness for quite a while now, plus never having really been a Cate Blanchett fan--her performance won me over. Sincerely recommend the movie even if it is this decade's version of Forrest Gump minus a box of chocolates. I thought twice on the movie, and came on home.

I like the serenity of my cluttered cottage. Plus some corn needs to be popped (I'm out of Blue Bell ice cream) and the decision for once and all if the splotch of color I have on my living room wall, will be the color for the entire wall.

With it being Friday, which brings us to the Weekend--makes it all SO good. Can you feel it? Cue a little Jacksons Action--a song repeated over and over on my stereo back in the long ago century...

.....and so it's Friday!

Long, long ago in a decade far away--where my spandex skirt, four-inch heels and jheri curl where the norm (remember that gunky moisturizer/activator?)I counted the minutes and seconds to Friday. When my chums and I headed to the Joker on E. 14 in Des Moines, Iowa. Of course, we'd all ready been there for Thirsty Thursday the night before....however, that is another post. This night, Friday, was more the pre-lim for Saturday, while Thursday has just a reminder we hadn't forgetton to drink beer since the last weekend.

Yep. Fridays in Des Moines, Iowa. Where to get inside The J0ker was two bucks. Where the hum drum of the work week was quickly and solidly forgotten. Where I had the biggest crush for this skinniest guy because he could shake his groove thing so right to, Don't Stop Til You Get Enough, by Michael Jackson, when he really was a genius.

Fridays. Yep. Kinda miss all that partying I use to do. I'd have to take out hazard insurance if I wore four inch heels now. That would be twisted ankle and fall flat on my face. 911 would be on speed dial.

Hmm.

But ya know....if somebody threw a disco night, a GOOD disco night, for folks that really lived it...make sure I get my e-vite...Thank God It's Friday!

Being Nifty at Fifty...

The cover of current JET Magazine announced Prince is 50. Same age as me. Imagine to sit and chat with him at Starbucks. If the crowd was too much, there’s my kitchen to munch on my scrumptious peach pie with crumble topping. Has Prince joined AARP yet? I haven’t. When Prince sang ‘1999’ in 1983, did he think 1999 forever away? I did. Now 1999 is almost 10 years ago and that song still sounds good 25 year later. I’d let him know, Little Red Corvette was my favorite song. Not so much the whole “When Doves Cry”, even tho he sizzled as he rose from the tub in the video—even with the not as beefed up bod as I prefer. I’d inform the Artist Formerly Known as Prince who is Prince again, the first time I saw him was on The Midnight Special singing, “I Want To Be Your Lover.” Dressed in black and big hair, I wasn’t that sure if Prince was a boy or a girl. Song kicked tho. I’d ask Prince if he still thinks he’s in his 20’s or 30’s, even when his body reminds him otherwise. Does he wear reading glasses? I do. So does Donny Osmond. Oh, and I’d tell Prince how much I loved the instrumental of “Diamonds and Pearls.” Yep, Prince is 50. Madonna and Michael Jackson will join our ranks in August. Hey, come on over—there’s enough pie and questions for everybody.