Smitten...

Okay - I realize that I have posted a record number of blogs lately but there are good reasons.  First, my house has been recently purged.  Not a lot of mess to clean up.  Except dishes, ...by hand, ...still, ...for a lot of months now..... Second, Reed is at work so I have no one to talk to.  "Lonely, I am so lonely...I have nobody, to call my own."  (Jake always sings that song!)  And third because I am kind of using this as a journal.  (Did I just hear someone snicker?)  And fourth because I just got done watching "The Osmond's Reunion Concert" on PBS (love that station).  Let me just say that were I alive in their heyday (you know, the Osmond brothers) I would have been their roady.  I loved, loved, loved it.  I found myself smiling at them for no good reason.  They have got it going on, even though I am pretty sure they are almost dead - or at least in their fifties - early sixties?  No matter.  They have got kind of a twinkle about them.  I think they must be one of the original boy bands, but boy they sure worked that crowd (and me).  So now I must confess that I could become a major Osmond fan, maybe even their fan club president.  Did I tell you about the time Jammie, Esther, and I saw Donny pass the Olympic Torch (not five feet from us)?  Of course I was nine months pregnant at the time, but Jammie and Esther were able to jump up and down like maniacal jumping beans.  It was exhilarating.  Taylor still remembers the squealing and the jumping.  It was magical.  He also came into where I used to work.  What charisma!  I also saw Marie at Footlocker - where I also worked.  Anyway, this blog is written to thank the Osmond family for a night of entertainment and to help me get excited about doing the dishes....by hand....again.  Oh yeah, the Easter lights are still up, if anyone was wondering....You know, cause you might be.