michelle ward

thank you kevin

sometimes you just need a good cry.  this very dear performance last night did it for me.  thank you kevin for going out on a limb to share your talent.  wishing you much success.

the things we do....because of a crush

I'm not talking just about what a crush makes us do for ourselves....I'm talking about what someone else's crush makes us do.....for them. 

Like say for instance, I have a crush on caution tape.  My kids, and my friends, know I like to collect tape.  I have some great stories about tape - but one of the best ones was posted HERE, when my friend Penny had her son (who was visiting Greece), get me some foreign language tape...and then she made me a cool piece of art with it.  She KNEW I would go wild.....because she KNOWS I have a crush on tape, and because IT'S FUN when you know that about someone, and can get them stuff that will make them swoon. 

Above is my tape drawer, filled with some of my own finds, and some items that were gifted from friends.  Below are some of recent related scores....Halloween tape, found at my grocery store.  And how about those bandages????  H.C.I.T.?

And just today, I got to be a CRUSH-ENABLER.  Our son Peter is a huge gamer, and has been waiting for Halo3 since we pre-ordered it months ago.  It was released today!  So I got to run over and have it for him when he got out of school.  Nothing better than making someone happy with something you know they'll love.

Crush-enabling for myself:  Paul Potts.  I wrote about him earlier this year but in case you forgot, he's the gentleman who won Britain's Got Talent.  Because I watched this video clip nearly 100 times, and each time I got goosebumps, I had to have the album.  (Bought it today!)  Jolene remembered my post and reminded me to GET THE ALBUM.  She knew I was crushing on Paul.....so her little note was such a sweet crush-enabler.  Her thoughtfulness made my day - but she never would have been able to share that glee with me if I hadn't made that post.  It's a good thing to share your crushes, big or little.

EDIT:  I took out the embedded video of Paul Potts because it was screwing up viewing for some people.  (Thanks for the heads up Lisa). 

I could fill a month of blog posts if I shared everything that's been shared with me as a result of admitting a crush.  Like how about this from Judy, and this just in from Flo last week. 

Last year, some friends and I prepared a gift for a crush of ours.  It was a big hit because we know his crushes and knew he needed this, even if he didn't know it yet.  It even got mentioned by this person in a magazine as a favorite fan-gift.  I'd like to be able to add to the collection of grave dirt we started.  I already have one new thing to give him (dirt gathered by Maj in Denmark!).....just need a few more.  So, if you can help me out with this I will be forever grateful and will offer you something in trade. 

I will post details about this request tomorrow (or later tonight).  Yes, I admit I am crazy.  But it's a good crazy.

Know what your friends crushes are?  Start making a list of things you can get them because CRUSH-ENABLING is just as much fun as crushing!  Am I right???

Belated Wishes!!!!

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What Dad takes an 8 year old to see a concert?  A Dad that knows he's got a rabid fangirl in the house and he'll get to see her flip out with the purest enthusiasm a full heart can express.  Then when she's 13 he'll take her and a group of friends to see another concert (KISS).  Now that I'm a parent I can comprehend why my father was willing to escort me to these dreamy events.  Creating memories, powerful ones.

I'm certain I had no idea David Cassidy was coming to town - I was only 8.  Dad must have read it in the paper and knew I'd get a kick out of it.  To put the fangirl scenario into perspective for you - I would play my albums on my bright orange close-and-play record player continuously.  My friends and I would lip-sync to the Partridge Family for the neighbors who had to PAY to see us perform in our garage.  (So that's where garage bands came from!)  I even had a faux microphone stand made from a t-ball "t" with my twirling baton stuck in it.  Occassionally I would use a screwdriver as a mic with a piece of yarn dangling....because remember, all mics had cords and it was cool to do stuff with the cord while singing.  Oh yeah, I had all the moves.  And I had the hair-cut....shagged out just like his so I got to be Keith.  Hair, check.  Mic stand, check.  Bell bottoms with hip-hugger waste and big belt, check.  Lip-sync, check.  (Hang on....a girl playing Keith Partridge?  I was proud to do it...I knew all the words.)  And Friday nights?  In front of the tv watching the show, of course.

Still love ya David.  Can you stand it?  Brown Eyes on YouTube.  There are more clips....dig around.  Swoon.