Gore

Let's talk Lesley Gore.

Most people would at least recognize one of her songs, even if they couldn't tell you who sang it. It's My Party has graced our ears in 50% of movies these days. But, what about her other stuff? I bet you didn't know that she made a sequal to that song. And, although it actually tanked when it first came out, I like it better.

Judy's Turn To Cry came out the same year and did hit #5 on the charts while #1 was It's My Party. So, technically it didn't tank, but most people have never heard of this song. Yet, I believe, the story in the second song was much stronger. Love it.

Then there was Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows. Just all sorts of fun. Apparently this song is in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. I have yet to see that... But, I am glad its there! There is something so amazing in Lesley's voice! So soothing....

Pat-A-Pat

Let's talk about Patsy Cline for a minute.

Now, there is a name I had always heard growing up, but I never could have told you a song she sang or what her voice sounded like until recently. To be honest, even the "Oldies" Station didn't play her stuff. But, of course, my "The Paris Sisters" station on Pandora, does play her. And, frequently.

I was quite impressed by what I thought of her. With a name like Patsy Cline, I just was not confident she would be any good. Good singers of the day had much more young, hip, sounding names. Brenda Lee. Connie Francis. But, to be fair, she is a good deal older than them... So, I suppose she has every right to an old lady name.

"She's Got You" was the first song of hers that really impressed me. Some really strong lyrics, tied with emotional clarity. She knew what she was singing. She felt what she was singing. This had actually happened to her. Something Taylor Swift may never learn... You sing about what you know. Period.


"I've got your picture that you gave to me
It's signed "with love", just like it used to be.
The only thing different, the only thing new,
Is I've got your picture, she's got you."

Appreciation of Old Things

So, I think I have decided to mostly turn this blog into an appreciation of old music and old movies. Not like in a "That's so retro! Awesome!" type way. More like "Wow! I really appreciate the talent you had to have to be in movies back then." Or sing. Or what have you.

I just feel like other people my age will hear an oldies song and say " Oh yeah. That's cool." But, most of the time, I feel like they aren't really listening to what is happening. Or they will see a movie, and notice that it is just a slow paced, lots of the time no color, movie. And they just don't understand the humor, or emotion, or inteligence behind it. So, I will enlighten you, should you be one of the unfortunate many who misunderstand the past and it's wonderful hidden treasures!

Revival of a Dead Past

Wow. I just read the last post on here, and, I must say, I have come a long way. The sad truth of the matter is he did come home, and, just like I thought, he didn't care about me anymore. All that special stuff was in my head. I am in a whole new, much better place right now!

I am married to a wonderful man, and we are about to hit our 9 month mark. We have almost been married for 9 months. Crazy! Brian is the best thing in my whole life. He encourages me to go for things, and he thinks the world of me. No matter what anyone else thinks. I am so lucky to be married to such a sweet guy!

I have been reading blogs today, and I remember what I love about them. They are so fun and interesting, especially if you follow people you don't see regularly. Oh man! It takes me back to high school, for sure. I am going to try and keep all of my blogs up. One for photography, one for my "Family" which right now is just Brian and I, and one for just me. For my thoughts, and whatever else I want! I love blogging! If I can't have all of the fun things from my past back again, at least I can have this. :)

The One Who Dreams Of You At Night

Some nights, after a particularly long, busy, maybe even stressful day, it's harder for me to fall asleep. Even after I take two natural pills and some pain killers, I just can't always turn off my brain. But, when that happens, I usually start to think about you.

The way my hand fits perfectly in yours.

The picturesque moment of what our First Kiss will be like.

The feeling of your arms around my waste.

That time we "kissed" with ring pops in our mouths.

All the little moments we've shared together. How precious. I always smile. You would think these memories, and hopes for the future, of pure joy would be enough to help me slip easily into dreamland. You would think.

But, as inevitably as the good thoughts, the bad ones come. Creeping in like shadows in the night. They quickly and quietly replace the happy thoughts with sad ones. "If he loves me, why doesn't he write?" "Maybe it was just me who felt those special moments." and the most dreaded of all, "What if he comes home and he doesn't care about me anymore...?"

And then the tears... And then the lack of sleep.

No wonder I have high blood pressure. I'm in love.

It's funny how a day can start out so well, and change in the blink of an eye. There I was, talking to my best friend and we started talking about marriage. Not to each other, just in general. I should have known to stay away from that subject with him, but it never seemed like a problem before. We could always talk about anything.... Before.

I can't believe he said it but he did. My whole world turned upside-down. I couldn't move. I think for a full minute. It seemed that long, anyway. My fingers were all resting on the proper keys, but had nothing to type. I zoned out. All I could hear was my own heartbeat. Why would he say something like that? I thought I knew him. Not fully, but at least to SOME extent. Has he really changed that much?

My eyes welled up. Who was I talking to? What just happened? My thoughts were racing as fast as my heart. The warm tears slid down my face as I tried to regain focus. From the things he was saying, it hadn't even phazed him.

Fine. Maybe it's just me.

Little Moments

Every so often I have little moments of inspiration. They are hard to explain, but I will tell you this: They give away the future. It could be brought on as easily as something you crave and make yourself for lunch. Or, a song you sing your niece/nephew to bed with. Have you ever had one?

In that moment, time freezes. You realize how comfortable that thing is. Say, for instance, that your little moment told you who you would marry. A normally scary thought for someone who isn't in a relationship at all, and is so unprepared for marriage, suddenly becomes pleasant and comfortable. Let's say this person is someone that you normally dislike a great deal. Well, in this moment, the idea suits you. It feels natural. Normal, if you will.

For this brief moment of revelation you want to run through the streets screaming that you have been foretold the future. You want to share with everyone, your news! But, after the moment is gone, you feel you cannot share it with anyone. For, just like a wish, it may not come true if you share your moment with someone else. That is why it is "personal revelation", is it not?