I’m ready to focus on happy things now, and for some reason this old song by the Brady Bunch keeps playing in my head. And luckily, those little voices have quieted down. I’ll tell you why this song has special meaning today in a bit, but for now, I’d like to take some time to reminisce about simpler times.
I’m referring to the world of the Brady Bunch. Where a fun-filled day meant potato sack races in the backyard. Where using your Greenbax stamps meant learning to compromise and buying a family TV instead of a sewing machine that would enable you to make groovy clothes. When a pay phone in the house taught you to limit your phone time and share the house phone with the rest of the family. Where a broken nose was a life lesson in dating. And where all your “problems” were resolved in a mere half hour.
Wouldn’t it be great to have been a part of that? I mean, BEFORE you found out that the family was closerthanthis when they later published their autobiographies?
Regardless, that saccharin-sweet, if slightly twisted, family unit stood together through thick and thin. When they needed extra dough, they joined together and entered a talent show, wrote a hokey song about sunshine and walking in the park, put on their finest neon orange and yellow duds and WON the freaking contest.
Well, maybe that’s not as far-fetched as it seems. Awards are rampant these days, after all.
And though my last few posts have centered around orange people, crying, and crazy fear, it seems ironic that I’ve been nominated for The Sunshine Blogger Award. Not once, mind you, but twice! Can I get a whoop whoop? Or should I just settle for “Groovy”?
It doesn’t matter. I’m tickled orange. Marcia’s got nothing on me!
So I’d like to thank Dawn of April. She’s a fairly new blogger who shows great promise, and I look forward to watching her blog develop. She’s real, she’s personal, and she’s a good writer. A great combination.
And another big thank you to Stuff I Can’t Put On Facebook’s Blog, another blogger I really enjoy. You’re going to have to visit her blog to find out what “shit dipped in glitter” means. Classic–she makes me laugh.