It's true.

It's a sad day...Davy Jones dies...Hey, hey we're the Monkees

Hey, hey, they're the Monkees!!  Mickey, Davy, Peter, Mike 1966

Davy, no date but recently.  Still a cutie.

In 1966, I was 9 and living in Bagdad on Juniper Street.  That year, The Monkees walked into my TV and although I was not the biggest fan, into my life.

Davy, Mickey, Peter & Mike were goofy guys who all strangely lived together, had strange adventures and managed to break into song at least once every episode.  The show was a big hit and they went on to record some really catchy songs like 'Daydream Believer' and 'Last Train to Clarksville'.   These guys were the first "teen idols" in my life.  They--and especially Davy--were on the cover of Tiger Beat and Fave and we gobbled up every tidbit about all their lives, or what we were fed was their lives--and some daydreamed about meeting them and falling in love, much now like a Jonas brother or Justin Bieber.  Like I said, not me, because my heart belonged to another...Bobby Sherman...a couple of years later.  I don't remember actually being in love at age 9.   I remember Davy, like Bobby, married a girl and hid it so it would not spoil their images.  Married teen idols lose a little luster.  Oddly, for some reason, I remember Davy being on 'The Danny Thomas Show'' as a teen idol who hid his wife and DT telling him that if he was sure of his talent, he could handle the scandal of being married.  It was kind of a surreal moment as I'm sure it was meant to be.

Davy died yesterday at the age of 66.  He left behind his 3rd wife who I saw with him one day on Dr Phil and who seemed to nag his ass beyond reason, and 4 daughters.   His death, at such a young age, (trust me, the closer we get to it, the younger it seems!! ) stunned a generation.  For me, not even the biggest fan, it is a piece of childhood and innocence that is lost.    And it makes me really sad.   RIP Davy!!

Mama and Daddy, I miss you.

February is a black month for me...I lost my mom February 3, 2003 & my dad on February 21,2009.  Cathy and Jo are gone too.  The pain of losing them has faded and the good memories have replaced the pain.  I always felt guilt that I did not do enough but I know now I did the best I could and that I did enough.  But I sure do miss them.

I don't like sharing things but its ok here since no one reads this blog.  I can get it off my chest without putting things on the line.  I am lonely.  More than I thought possible.  I survive ok but sometimes I am overwhelmed and this is one of those nights.  It's a big pity party.  I'm tired of being alone.  I'm tired of being lonely.  I'm not sure what bad thing I did but I must have done something or I would not hurt this bad.

I'll be ok again tomorrow.

Apparently, My Ideal Look

Virtual Me

This is me, well, virtual me, on Farmtown.  As anyone who has been around me knows, I am working very hard on getting healthy and losing some weight and am doing ok.   I have a ways to go but am happy with my progress.  I have learned today that this must be my ideal look as 2--yes 2, count them--people today on FT flirted with me.  I was just standing around, apparently looking very cute in my pink shirt and leggings, (thank goodness those overalls are gone!!) and Jim and Tony both decided I was the one to strike up a conversation with!!   Jim was more bold...he pm'd me and wanted me to add MSN messenger to talk to him while Tony just 'Private' messaged me right there in front of everyone.  Alas, I did not add MSN for Jim and I lost Tony when I went to chop trees for someone.   But I have decided this is the look I'm going for.  I hope I can find the exact sweater.  And the purple hair dye.   I have my work cut out for me!!

It's no longer gray...I think it looks good!!

Is that the most gorgeous picture ever?   I vote yes!!   Texas Tech campus, Will Rogers, Soapsuds, west Texas sunset.   Beautiful picture.   I did not take it...got it off Pinterest...not sure who did but major, major snaps.

Whitney Houston & The Star Spangled Banner

This is one of her shining moments.  The first Gulf War had begun.  We were at war.  She sang of pride in America. This is what I'll remember.  Now she's dead.  And I'm sorry she's dead but she was a junkie and the end of junkie is dead too young.  Her choice.  The truth is she is a woman who had it all...a truckload of talent, money, a family who loved her, a beautiful daughter.  And she chose to suck it up her nose and then piss it away.  It's time to stop idolizing her.  No sainthood for her.  There are a lot of talented people out there who make better choices.  They make better idols.

It's Gray

My blog, that is.   Needs a makeover.   Gonna go work on that.