So Steve Tyler

The rest of Aerosmith singing with an orchestra back up. Who in the world woulda ever thunk? Not me. Back in the day, I so raised my can of Schlitz beer to this song many a time. Thought Steve Tyler was kinda hot in a my Thomasina weird "I'm not sure why because he wasn't really Donny Osmond and I liked Donny a whole lot"kinda way.

That was back then. Now it's 2011 and Steve is a judge on "American Idol"--just one of the two 'reality' shows I do watch. Honestly, I thought he was a poor choice for judge. I mean come on, drugs, sex, rock n roll were his anthems. I just didn't get it.

Now I kinda do. Gotta admit, I know American Idol's 10th Season is just underway as I write this, however I am pleasantly surprised with him. I started to get that way when I caught Steve's interviews about "Idol" on TV. More soft spoken and seems to genuinely like the kids. He's firm, yet loving---so far, and I love when he has on his reading glasses. Then I know Steven and I are simpatico. Anyway, just have a feeling when they get to Hollywood Week and then when the show goes live--Steve will expect more.

Steve is a member of a band that's sold 150 albums. Alot of wanna be's can only "Dream On".

Doctor It Up

It's Thursday. 5:55 pm as I write this and it's midnight black outside. Yea. Not feeling that.

Downed my 74 ounces of water today. Wish it had been a cherries, pecans and cream malt from Braum's Ice Cream store. Alas, it wasn't. More healthier...whoppee.

Also at work today, I sauntered up to my racquetball chum Maria, even tho we've not racquetted any thing for months--I digress--and asked her if she had a snack. Maria munches healthy snacks, so I knew that was better than the bag of peanut M & M's I desired about 4302% more. Maria didn't disappoint. My chum handed me a pumpkin pie flavored granola bar. I figured at the most, a tad of sweetness, would tie me over.

Wrong.

To swallow a mouthful of sawdust would cause a sugar over dose compared to this bar.Didn't even finish it. When I walked to my car, I threw the remainder on the ground. I figured the birds might get healthy...might...

In the meantime, it's almost Friday. I smile at Gene Simmons, decked all in his KISS gear, in that soda pop commercial. I like the song "Calling Doctor Love"--I even had it on a 45--and got it here right now!

Just a...

Middle of the week thing. Was going to script about females wearing platform shoes again and also how stilettos are the accent to a pair of tight jeans. How something old is new again. How I use to don such high things on my feet--at least three inches and if I could handle four (which I did), I would. Back in the day, I considered anybody who wore flats--that is outside of tennis shoes- was a Grade A 100% loser.

See, I was going to write how I am so the biggest loser these days. How I now traipse around in flats-and I just don't mean tennis shoes-. Let's say I do wear a heel, it's about a half inch or if I'm a girl gone wild-it's a full inch. And even that's not all the time. I'd be so thrown out of the shoe-me club.

Ahh, I'd write how shoe times have changed. How I had a multitude of colors when it came to my Candies. How they were my casual shoe of choice at a time I drank beer for a quarter and wondered if a VCR would ever be a price I could afford.

Instead, I will say I downed my 74 ounces of water today and now cue up Bob Seger's classic, "Hollywood Nights."

Why?

'cause it's just a middle of a week thing.

Shout it Out!

Because it's Friday---finally! And also my day to visit Hogwarts and Harry Potter and chums in the Half Blood Prince. /Excited about it--and of course I didn't get the book finished. Almost though-yet not all the way. And I realize some people will think I am so wrong to not have finished because I had so much time to read it. Oh well. Doesn't mean I'll enjoy the movie any less!

The thing is, I think I started the book way over a year ago. Perhaps before I moved. Enjoyed yet, yet seemed to get all too wordy. Plus the 7th and last Harry Potter? I've yet to even purchase it. I admire what JK Rowling conjoured--especially because it looks like she started out in longhand on her books. I will get the 7th and last Harry Potter because I really don't know what happened. And besides I got another year or so to try and get through it-before the first of the last two movies are released. :)

In the meantime, let's get back to it being Friday and "Shout It Out Loud"--with a little help for that oh, so conservative band; KISS!

Friday Fuel

Alumni of my High School are in the midst of putting together a reunion for 4th of July 2010.

Why so far away?

Because the reunion is for all graduating classes of the BEST decade ever: 1970's! Even tho our town is small, I didn't know everybody! A good chunk, but not all. Will be great time had by all.

Right now the Alumni are on the search to get us a good 70's band. Hey, I put my vote in for Three Dog Night. I mean, every class from the BEST decade ever (aka the 1970's) can hum a little Three Dog Night. Alas, they may be out the realm of our wallet's reach.

A girl CAN dream---4th of July 2010, is still a few weeks off! :)

In the meantime, it's Friday finally, so lets cue Three Dog Night as we heard them in the 70's. Before video or CD. When vinyl and having an 8 track were the only games in town--like the way I listened to Cory Wells say: Let Me Serenade You-with my eyes shut and smile on my face.

Enjoy!

Rick Springfield Last Night

He was in town last night. Rick Springfield. And I MISSED him. Oh wow. Back in the 80's day, I usta know every tour stop the man had! Hot! Hot! HOT! Found out way too late --like too late last night-Rick was here.

I evidently didn't pay ANY attention to papers, the radio or even the all knowing world wide web! UGH. Woulda gone alone. No biggie. I've seen Journey, to Three Dog Night, to Tina Turner solo--so no prob. Heck, I coulda rode the rail to the front door of the venue. UGH.

I've not seen Rick in concert in about 4 years or so. There was an 80's time, my chum, Fifth Street Friend, would see 4 Rick Concerts in a week's span. One time after experiencing Rick's hotness on stage in Omaha, Nebraska, we started the trek on I-80 East to Cedar Rapids, Iowa. A good couple or so miles away and Rick's next concert stop.

About forty or so miles outside of Omaha, Rick's tour boss took an exit in Atlantic, Iowa. How did we know? Because we were following them. There were two gas stations across the road from each other. We picked the wrong one. They went to the one that had the diner! Looking back, after a concert, I'd be hungry too! So we bee-lined it across the road. The time? Some where around midnight.

We got brave and went inside. Some of the guys were at the counter doing a chowdown on some good Iowa home cookin'. And Rick? A sign of the times: Rick was on a PAY phone! I recall Rick wore white boots with fur at the tops, and this was summer time. And oh, what did me and Fifth Street Friend do?

Nothing.

We had Rick Springfield to OURSELVES. In a gas station/diner, Norman Bates would find grand, and no other girls, we did NOTHING. I recall I had on some purple blouse with RUFFLES down the front and Rick Springfield was so close I could reach out and touch him. And we did NOTHING. No picture. No autograph. Hmm. Maybe I bought a pack of gum.

As Fifth Street Friend and I walked to the car, we were in the path of some of the band guys tossed a frisbee in the parking lot.

Wow. A pack of gum and a frisbee. No Rick Springfield.

Later on, when we watched Rick on some TV show, my step-mother shook her head, "You run after that man all over the country. And the way you run your mouth about anything, you don't even open your mouth when you had a chance! You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

I still am.

And I missed Rick last night....UGH!

So cue up "I Get Excited"--because Rick Springfield, who turns 60 in August, still gets me just! This ain't your granddady's AARP!

To Drift

Magnificent Dallas! Sun, just a bit of breeze, yet not too hot, not to cool. This is when I love Dallas. And love it more since the afternoon is not spent at work. Took a half day of vacation. Just so nice.

I like being home during the day--OK--who doesn't? Yet, I recall through my recuperation from open-heart surgery, I dreamt of a job at home. One that would sustain me and what feels like the neighborhood of cats who live with me (they still need get a job!). I liked the feel of doing what I needed to get done. The cluttered comfort of my own home. I called the shots. That feeling was in 2006.

Still strong on this day in 2009.

As I drove home from work to get changed, chow some lunch and get on with the rest of the day, a 70's classic song burst forth from the radio. Got me to smile. Got me to nod to the beat. Got me to dream about the things that are still possible.

Got me to want to cue up Dobie Gray. See, he's gonna tell us to free our soul, get lost in some rock n' roll and Drift Away.

Listen.

Finally Friday...

Tis the weekend.
Just glad.
Let's cut right to the chase
Cue up Three Dog Night
For a few moments to
Celebrate!
Don't get any better than this.
Always loved me some Cory Wells!

Next to the Last Day

Can you believe it?

2008 will soon be a vision in the rear view mirror. Does it seem possible? On this night before the BIG night, do you reflect of what's transpired in this year? Or do you wait to do that tomorrow--since that will be the BIG night? Do you ask chums what their plans are? Do you ask them if they remember the New Year's Eve where y'all were high school seniors and knew that the New Year would bring change like you never thought--graduation for one? Or were you just content to party then, with the entire town, in a chicken coop, drink lots of beer and dance to the high school guys rockin' in best garage band style? Does that memory make you smile to this day?

2008 ends tomorrow night. Can you believe it?

Right now--maybe not so much. Because today's episode of Young and the Restless still needs to be watched, plus a piece of fudge still needs to be savored, a cat still needs curl in your lap and purr, and then to top it all off--you still have a 7 AM phone interview before heading off to your current-and hope soon to exit because of a better opportunity-job.

As we head toward the finish line, 2008 still carries alot of generous, goodness and gracious weight.

You should like that.

Some Smoke on This Friday

On the way home from work today, I was behind a black pick up at a red light and noticed some smoke. My first thought was that my Pumpkin was smokin'. Much panic on those things, since back in the long ago day, I've experienced busted alternators in traffic and a blown an engine on I-35. That particular time was an era before the invent of cell phones, so I hiked to this truck stop to use a phone. So seeing this smoke brought flashbacks. \

As the light turned green, a cloud of smoke puffed from the pick up's tailpipe and on out into the ozone, as the truck jetted on its way. Lovely.

Because of that smoke and it being Friday, I remembered "the Methodist Church dances' held on said Fridays during my high school days. Live bands would play in the basement of my hometown's Methodist Church. The cover was maybe a dollar or two to hear local bands, including a group of guys from our high school (they would dedicate "Brown Sugar" to me--but that's another post!) Everybody was there. Some adults to chaperone, rockin to some rock n roll. Ya know, I was too naive to realize some kids. under 18, which was the age then, came there drunk. At the time Pabst Blue Ribbon seemed to outshine Sprite for beverage of choice. Hmm. I was a late bloomer on the booze scene and yes, that's another post too...

Anyway, in memory of those Methodist Church dances, cue the song that EVERY band, who rocked in that church's basment in that small Iowa town, had on their play list: Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple.

Chevy Chit Chat...

As I coasted to a red light and began the search for my Doobie Brothers Greatest Hits CD, I noticed the car stopped beside me. Twas a Black Chevy HHR LT, the same model I have—and a woman sat strong behind the wheel. I rolled down my window and told her I was checking out her car. Didn’t tell her that even tho her chariot was quite sharp, doused in black, mine, with its Citrus Sunburst, aka orange, pigment sparkled more on this Dallas afternoon.

During that red light, we discussed gas mileage, space to carry her three grandbabies and whatever else we could fit in there, the articles about the HHR’s high rankings, and the fact we both didn’t fall in love at first sight with it-however look at us now! After our Chevy Chit Chat we wished each other a great night, rolled up the windows, and hit the gas as the light turned green. .

And the Doobie Brothers? They poured a little ‘Blackwater’ in the car as I zipped on to my next destination.