Wayback Wednesday

Life

Christmas 1974
We have arrived at Christmas 1974. Here I am opening a present and giving (what I think is) a thumbs up. I wonder what I got? I calmed down a bit on Christmas day as I got older.

My scanner is completely confused and doesn’t know what to do with the carpet. Also, the couch. What is that? What in god’s name were we thinking when we chose that colorĀ palette?

Here is my mom preparing a turkey. I love her hair!

Christmas 1974

And my dad. What a handsome guy!

Christmas 1974

My parents in this picture are at least ten years younger than I am now. Probably closer to 15. Why does that make me feel weird? Like the weight of time is crushing down on me…

I look at these photos and realize that I am living in a whole different universe then this. The colors and style and the house we lived in and everything about it is so far away.

Wayback Wednesday

Life

Easter of 1973. I was 4 years old. Evidence that I am not a morning person and not fit for human consumption first thing. As an adult, I have forced myself to be a morning person. Which means I get myself up at 5:00 am so I can have some alone time (essential to my sanity). My mornings are generally still pretty much the same as in this picture. Grumpy and tired until the coffee kicks in.

All by myself

Books, Music, Art, Movies

Many years ago I bought a set of 5 CDs: Billboard’s top hits from the 70’s. Each CD contains the top ten hit of the year. I kind of listened to it a couple of times and put it away. About 5 years ago, when we were living in Family Student Housing at UCSC, I heard my hubby upstairs just cracking up. Wondering what he was laughing at, I went upstairs and found that he had found this stash of CDs and he was listening to the songs and laughing at thier utter corniness. I mean, they are either really manic – from the disco scene, or they are just so god damn depressing that you want to just take a gun and shoot yourself in the head. And then there are songs like “Undercover Angel”:

“Undercover Angel, Midnight fantasy, I’ve never had a dream that made sweet love to me”

This is the music that we grew up on! Oh.My.God. So we just sat around, listening to this music and laughed until we cried.Well, the other day I dug out these CDS and put them on the IPod and decided to have some fun listening to them this morning. And I’ve got to say, “All By Myself” has to be the most depressing song of all time.