Everything was looking rosy this morning. Well, mostly everything.
And then it didn’t.
Sometimes I handle work stress really well. And sometimes I don’t.
Kind of like Mounds/Almond Joy… you know what I mean.
But now, it’s Monday night.
The boys are in bed. Andrew is out watching the Ravens get slammed by Green Bay. Well, slammed might be a bit harsh.
Anyway….
I was looking through some things in the basement. There I saw my 45 collection. I couldn’t help but smile.
Billy Don’t Be a Hero (The Legend of Billy Jack. Remember?)
The Night Chicago Died (I never understood it)
Popcorn (catchy)
Half Breed (yikes, I bought that?)
Seasons in the Sun (my first kiss)
Lots and lots of records.
And my all-time favorite. I know all the words: Life is a Rock, But the Radio Rolled Me.
What’s your favorite from back in the day?



“Band on the Run” takes me back to lying on the lawn surrounding our huge city pool (since closed), frying in baby oil and iodine, with the smell of chlorine and that coconut butter crap they put on popcorn.
“Fly Robin Fly” = Chains of speedracers at the roller rink.
I bought “Billy Don’t be a Hero” also, and had a friend tell me “this is crap!” and proceed to snap the 45 right in 2. I was stunned!
“Dark Lady” came on every time my crazy aunt (who I assume will never read this) made my mother take her to a local psychic/palm reader. Eery.
Theme from the Exorcist was memorable because my mother would shriek “That’s the devil!!!” and turn the radio off.
Oooh, those are some great ones! I can’t believe your friend broke your record though! Yikes!