Last night’s Hit Me Baby One More Time was lots of fun! Loved seeing Glass Tiger again. But a few observations about the show:
Greg Khin – Sure has put on a lot of weight! (But then so have I since the 80s, so I suppose I shouldn’t point fingers.) And how cool is it that he writes novels? One of these days I’m going to have to check out his mysteries.
Glass Tiger – The guys are a little heavier than they used to be, but not outrageously so. But about the lead singer (whose name escapes me) and his earrings. That may have worked back in the 80s. Now when he’s in his 40s, not so much. I thought it was pretty cool, too, that he and his wife have been married as long as they have. And I got the impression the keyboard player’s been married a long time, too.
Thelma Houston – What the heck was the deal with that blue baby doll nightie thing she wore for her signature song???? Can you say tacky??? I knew you could!
I wasn’t overly surprised Thelma Houston won, she’s still got an amazing voice. But I went to the website and voted for Glass Tiger.
While transferring my never-ending Zorro collection (Guy Williams’ Diseny version), I noticed something which sort of ties in with a post of Shannon McKelden’s. There was a flamenco dancer in the tavern. This chick had THIGHS. Not skinny little toothpicks. Wow.
When did we become a world that considers skinny little toothpick girls (and I don’t mean any offense to those who are, btw!) the “ideal”? What happened to Marilyn Monroe being the ideal? And she was size 12! :shock:
Let’s bring back the Good Old Days!
On a sillier note… while glancing out the back door window earlier today I saw a squirrel waddling across the yard kind of funny. I thought at first something was wrong with its leg or foot. Then all of a sudden it plopped over in some dry, dusty dirt under one of the trees. It flipped on one side, swished its tail, then flopped over to the other side. Repeat, rinse. Then it just squirmed around in the dirt. I guess it finally solved whatever was bothering it (I suspect a bug or something was biting it) and zipped up the tree.
But it was funniest thing I’ve seen in awhile.
It’s crop dusting season.
I live in a small town in farming country. Our house is about a block from the start of the fields. Cotton, soybeans, rice, corn. And every summer–all freakin’ summer long–the crop dusters fly over our house.
To put it mildly, I wish they would go away!!!!
They’re noisy, distracting, and the chemicals they spray stink to high heaven!!! I long for the good old days (even if that was before my time) when the fields were sprayed the old-fashioned way. ON THE GROUND. Of course, I know that’s unrealistic. But still.
Must finish and sell a book. Lots of books. Make more money than J. K. Rowling. Then I could move. :grin:
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