Finally Friday

Oh wow.

I could go on and on and on..

Texas Rangers down 2 games to zip in the World Series...

Dallas Cowboys have 1 win and gazillion losses and without Romo...

My impatience shows with dreams I have...

When do they come true? I have my Joy.

Rejoice.

Yet

Got invited to a classmate's house for Thanksgiving--nice.

Heck, I met Rick Springfield-

Because of Facebook, a woman who was once one my pen pals in junior high found me...

Stamps then were either a nickel or six cents. We later met in the same Kansas City workplace, surprised we'd found each other then...

Another chum says to come out out NYC so to do coffee-

All in all it's good.

Finally Friday.

Nothing more need be said!

Still July. Still Donny Osmond.

Still Dallas, Texas. TX. HOT. Got Blue Bell Peaches and Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream in the freezer and watermelon in the fridge. All is good and so on with the story....

Took a trip through time (aka my diary and my blog) because of Donny Osmond. My very first airplane trip took me from Des Moines Iowa to Las Vegas! You see, back in yester-century, namely the 70's, my own experience of Osmondmania was well in hand.

In fact, on this night, July 24, in 1974 I sat smack dab in THE BEST SEATS IN THE HOUSE in the Tropicana Showroom, to see Donny, his brothers and sister Marie. My sweet Big Daddy Don tipped the 'd 40 bucks for our seats . I sat at the end of these steps that came down from the stage. I really didn't get it--at the time.

Looking back, I bet some of the other teenage girls in that showroom hated me for where I sat. I had no clue it was THE BEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE. My dad probably just wondered what in the world he was doing there. The scotch and milk probably erased any of his thoughts.

Being in shock I was seeing the Osmonds so up close and personal, imagine when the moment came I realized I had THE BEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE. Girls crowded around the bottom of the steps as Donny broke out in song--I honestly can't remember, maybe "Puppy Love"? Donny came to the steps, maybe even took a couple steps down. Girls went nuts. I went speechless.

Donny was right THERE! He sang. Girls screamed. He reached and squeezed hands. I finally gained consciousness and raised mine. Donny TOUCHED my hand! We looked into each others eyes. Donny's smile blinded me. For a moment we had--well, a moment.

I asked my dad what he thought of the whole Vegas thing. My dad as only my sweet Big Daddy Don could say: "I thought you were crazy."

And the picture below isn't from 1974, because that picture of Donny and me is so blurry. Way before digital-so this is photo is from 1978. Still Las Vegas Just eight days after Donny married the girl on the left, his wife of 32 years, Debbie .

Even now on this so hot July summer day 2010 in Dallas. I still gotta smile because I was sat in THE BEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE!

Sunday Short II

Sunday bout done.Tomorrow I go back to work. Honestly, I have LOVED this time OFF.

Refreshed.

Rested.

Ready.

To tackle changes that danced in the wind before I left.

Heck, I'll worry about THAT tomorrow!

In the meantime, a chum of mine did an overnight to Phoenix for a wedding-.

He was OK with the 24 hr trip and was glad to be back in Dallas.

For me, I thought an overnight wasn't long enough--he said "It's Phoenix."

Not sure what that meant, but--

I gave ponder and decided if I was to do an overnight--it would be

New York City. Yep for 24 hours. Not so much to see what sites

I could see-it would be for the four chums I have there, who I did the

Whole Donny Osmond and the Osmond Brothers thing with.

My chums and I have not seen each

Other for such a long time now-so for

That 24 hours we'd squeal, giggle and remember

How it was when we were 17-

Yea, for 24 hours I could do that.

For starters anyway!

Stuff

On American Idol: Adam Lambert got my vote. Kris was good. No disrespect, yet that other final spot shoulda been Danny Gokey. My say: Adam wins tomorrow.

Waiting now for the winner of Dancing With the Stars: I hope Gilles. At the senior center I now am a member of, has ballroom lessons. I'm gonna give that a twirl.

And today, a woman I use to be pen pals with, starting in 1974, found me on Facebook! We lost touch about 2003, when I quit my other job. We'd e-mailed pretty regularly, after we found each other again. Never met. Were Osmonds fans, when she sent me that first letter. She lived in Hawaii and me in Iowa. We wrote for a long time and lost and found and lost and found and lost--yet found again. I hope for awhile this time. In 1974, stamps, I think, were 8 cents.

On top of all that

One more day closer to Friday.

Gotta love THAT!

I do.