Mondays are the best days of all for me, typically. Generally though, I only feel this way because of my child. She's back in school after a weekend spent at home, and while I love having her home with me, I am kinda glad when she returns to school so I can start putting some resemblance of order back into the house. How many people are faced with a complete write-off of a home come Monday morning?
I've been wasting time on the computer after dropping my neice off at daycare, but I am in that mood where I can decide to accept my responsibilities and go home, do the dishes, and start organzing laundry for tomorrow. I can do a whole lot more after that, or I can go upstairs to the coffee shop and get a beverage, a bagel, and come back down for more time-suckage. Let's face it, in a few weeks I'm going to be wishing so hard for times like these again. (Well, times of more free time, not less money!)
I've been listening to Michael Jackson's History this morning, and I long for those days when he was the MTV darling, the killer-Thriller dancer, and the icon of the industry. It's sad to look at his sorry life now. I'm not going to make any judgements, but sit back and appreciate why many of us loved him... for the music and the magic of it all.
Pizza Hut has this promo going where you can pick up a free DVD after ordering their special. Kole and I have plans to spend a rainy evening just sitting back and watching Weekend at Bernie's. Andrew McCarthy. If any actor could speak of the 80s it would have to be Andrew. Let's face it, he wasn't really a part of the Brat Pack like Rob or Emilio. He never went around having sex with minors and then pretended to be the next Stephen Speilberg of porn... he didn't go Superstar and in later years hook up with a partner 20 years his junior who's basis of a career is brought to you via the MTV of today where videos fall in line way behind shmaltzy You're Live on Candid Camera for the Unplugged Cool.
Andrew, what did you see? Did you see Molly Ringwald wailing about her It girl status gone awry? Did you want to be Emilio when he hooked up with the Next Big Thing Paula Abdul? Did you cringe when you accepted your fate as Direct-toVideo actor extraordinaire? Did you know that there were some who were expecting a whole lot more from you?
Even though I loved the 80s, I am completely grateful that my whole life wasn't chonicled starting from that time period. I doubt I would feel so confident if I knew that half the world had immediate access to my yearbook photo: the one with my spiky gelled asymetrical hair, blue glasses, and neon clothing. I would have hated having my acquaintances and I being matched against each other, to be determined who was the greatest success or failure since then.
I read once that Andrew missed it all. He never got calls from the Brat pack. He recognised them all right, but he just faded into the background when the media implosion of their lives took wind. He quietly did his thing while the others made the headlines. And the funny thing is this... he's still around. Still working, still trying to entertain. In that same article, he expressed a gratefulness that his life never took on the circus-like atmosphere like those around him. He was just glad that he was taking it day by day, in his own way. I can identify with that, at least.
Peace to all.