… well maybe??!?!?! I am not quite sure yet. But I am super excited and ready to find out!!!
When SNL first aired I watched it pretty regularly. My parents were a social pair and they were typically out somewhere. We’d stay up late to watch TV until they got home. Back then, I was not quite mature enough to understand most of what went on and I remember on Monday mornings before school talking about some of the sketches with a few of my classmates. If you saw the show, you were avant-garde. Gilda was and always will be my favorite – all the females actually – Jane and Laraine too. Jane you ignorant slut! Oh my – that was shocking to hear with my tender ears. And who could forget two wild and crazy guys??? And other variations that were reincarnated as the years went on.
In the 1980s, I was always out on Saturday nights. Too cool to stay home and watch TV. Instead we ran around with the EC punks, amazing that we did not get into more trouble. But I digress and today I will avoid the rabbit hole. The 1980’s were a time before or at the advent of recording TV shows. And even if such technology existed, we didn’t have it … we were last on the block to get cable TV. I missed the whole … what I call Victoria Jackson era. Though I hear it was just so-so.
In the 90’s my viewing was hit and miss. I was definitely at home, raising Pony Boy but not something on my list of priorities to see.
Nowadays I rarely watch because I fall asleep by 10 … though it is a treat when special hosts grab my attention. Which is why I say SNL got good again :). Are you ready for the WHY??????
Tonight we have Margot Robbie – seriously cool evil villain Harley Quinn with musical guests the Weekend and next Saturday … brace yourselves … OMG my heartbeat just went through the roof … we have the one, the only, Lin Manual Miranda and musical guests Twenty-One Pilots. Shut the front door and hold the phone! How cool is that! Only thing cooler would be if they flipped musical guests and Twenty One Pilots played Heathens while Robbie hosted!
Not sure yet but I will either watch live or DVR it. Either way, this makes me happy.
As always, more to come …
Self esteem or lack there of … how do you teach someone to value his/her own self-worth? I kind of vacillate – strong independent to weak doubtful and the gamut all around. By example, Lulu is following my lead. Some days I want a do over. To only model for her the strong and independent Jill.
I saw the movie Juno when it first came out and recently I ran across the following quotes from the movie:
Mac MacGuff: Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with. Juno MacGuff: Yeah.
Yeah, that about says it all. Unconditional, in spite of everything … the RIGHT person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. Don’t settle for less than that my loves.
As always, more to come …
I’m in a bit of a nostalgic mood. I’m remembering my zany friend Liza Ann. We met each other in kinder or first grade. She lived one block and three streets over from me. Here we are at my birthday party 🎉 I’m in a hot pink dress with white knee-high socks and she is standing right next to me in a green plaid dress with white knee-high socks. Right next to her is a friend named Pam. I think she’s wearing a “fall” hairpiece. Pretty pinafore. You’ve got to love that 70’s fashion. Everyone else in this pic are neighbors – we as kids roamed the streets in packs.
As Liza and I grew up together our parents really kind of encouraged our friendship. Left to our own devices, I am not sure we would have been friends. I was quiet and shy and loved to read and loved school work … a real geeky nerd. She was outgoing, pretty and popular. She didn’t really care for school; not the book part anyway. She was always getting in trouble for something.
In seventh grade, I was tutoring her in Literature. Her parents thought I was a good influence on her. That I calmed her down. My parents liked that she got me out of my shell doing things I would not have normally done without her bringing me along. Flashlight skate at Carvel Skateland is a particularly fond memory. We also played volleyball and softball together. And we both were in the Girl Scouts. We carpooled to and from school for a long time even through freshman year in high school. We lost touch when she transferred to Highlands.
Anyhow in case you didn’t know and I’m pretty sure you did … looks can be deceiving. It’s always the quiet ones LOL. With my help, she may have got a B in class but I got a lesson in life. The laughter and the pure unadulterated joy was remarkable. Boy do I have some stories to tell.
I would pop the screen off my bedroom window and walk down the block take a left walk about a street and a half up to meet her halfway because she had done the same. This is the middle of the night during summer break and we are walking in a neighborhood where now I would be afraid to get out of my car. Mainly we wanted to hang out with the boys that lived a few houses down from her. Yep we were certifiably boy crazy. On the 4th of July, we’d shoot fire works off down the hill into the cross street as cars were passing … crazy. Both her parents and my mom were smokers so we tried cigarettes. I’d be lying if I said there was no underage drinking because there was a little of that going on too.
One New Year’s Eve she was staying with me. My parents were at Martinez Hall at the annual NYE dance. Her parents were doing something that night too. I don’t remember what. They all decided we were old enough to be trusted at home alone. Of course we were not content to stay home … we had to go wandering around. We collected soda bottles to return and were at the icehouse getting penny candy – sour apple jolly ranchers, sweet tarts and double bubble. As we were walking back, we see her parents car. We dove behind the dumpsters to avoid being seen. Then, we hightailed it back to my house. Later she told me her parents had driven by to check on us. They saw us dancing through the living room window. I’m sure to some Columbia House record on a stereo that looked like this:
Ah to be young again. The good ole days.
As Always, More to Come …