Sometimes it's fun to think about the past, to wallow a bit in nostalgia, because when the present kinda sucks, the past looks very rosy.
Anyway, I wanted to post something more cheerful than the posts of the past couple of days.
Michael is lying on my bed watching That 70's Show. I am listening to Charlie Rich sing "Behind Closed Doors," a song that takes me back to my 1970's childhood, and my dad's car radio, which was always tuned to WIVK, the country station.I hated country music, but Dad was hard of hearing and you didn't dare touch his radio in the car, so I know a LOT of lyrics to songs I actually despise.
I do like Conway Twitty, but only because I think his songs are hysterically funny.
I well remember my dad singing along to Tight Fittin' Jeans. You should watch that video because it's a fascinating glimpse of all Conway's various hairstyles over the years. He is actually a very homely man, but the hair is like a completely separate entity with it's own fame. I wonder if the hairdo demands a luxury trailer and signs autographs?!
And I bet you thought only the ladies had some big hair in the 1960's?!
I showed Michael this photo and he said "Elvis?" - nope, Conway. The low rent Elvis...
Nothing can beat the beautiful poetry of "I'd Love to Lay You Down" - a song that made me laugh so hard the first time I heard it that I nearly wet my pants. It wasn't the bad grammar of "lay you down" - chickens lay, people lie, I can hear my mother say. Nope. The second verse talks about how he wants to have sex with his wife when she's standing in the kitchen in a faded old nightgown with her hair up in curlers.
I wonder if he'd be willing to mess up his hair for some action on the kitchen floor?!?
That evokes a whole mess of images I like to pressure wash out of my brain right now.
I Googled hair curlers to see what would pop up, and lo and behold I found that Lady Gaga wears curlers!
Isn't it a shame she can't afford better curlers?!
[I don't care for the Gaga. Her name starts with "gag" - tells you something huh?! She's like Madonna but without the talent...]
Over at Pioneer Woman Ree did a post about one of her dogs, and products from the past.
I headed over to the Vermont Country Store website because [cough cough] I have a birthday coming up on July 4th. I always drool over their catalog. So, since I'm sure you were actively wondering WHAT to get me, here are some ideas:
The Slushee Mug - nothing beats a grape juice slushee!Seriously, I curse the day we sold our mugs at a garage sale.
What about some reusable bowl covers? There's a blast from the past, and it's eco-friendly, too. If you're needing a shower cap, these can do double duty.
I had to drink a glass of milk every night of my life until I was an adult, and I don't like milk. I tolerated it by putting enough Netle's Quik or Bosco to give it some flavor. We were always forced to drink skim milk because Dad had high cholesterol - then we grew up and discovered whole milk. My brother still drinks a glass of milk about every day.
And he drinks milk from a COW, even. He doesn't care about being politically correct and drinking soy milk.Nor do I. We put soy sauce in our roasts and that's all the soy we need...
Anyway, back to birthday gift ideas.
I actually covet some SAS Sandals that I'd love to own. They would fit my fat little hobbit feet just right.
I told my brother I want a new mailbox for my birthday, and his [free] labor to install it. Our mailbox looks pathetic. I'd also like one of these cute covers.
BUT -
If you really want to delight me, look into some pink flamingoes. Nothing says class like the flamingos...
And now, in honor of this nostalgic post, I am sharing a photo from the past. Can you recognize the chick in the two piece suit?!
Yep, that's the last known photo of my bare midriff. I was about 10 years old...
Admire the muscles?!
