Subject: Year End Musings of a Maniak |
Author: MK [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 10:42:54 12/29/04 Wed (pool-70-18-143-108.pghk.east.verizon.net/70.18.143.108)
Hello Friends,
It has been some time since I last posted for which I apologize. Work and home have been keeping me very busy to the point that I can barely read my email. Recently my hours were cut back to 30 per week so I'm squeaking as much as I can from each penny.
Let me say belated Happy Birthdays and Merry Christmas to All. And an early Happy New Year as well.
Recently on one of my coveted days off (when my husband was at work and my son at school) I began to think about how we all came to be friends and close friends and best friends in some cases because of two completely different things. The first is the Internet. That strange little (sort of) box on our tables or desks. Through the simple use of electricity and metal and wires and silicone, which a few years ago was the size of a house just to calculate mathematical problems, we are now able to communicate with people ALL over the world. Better than we could with our own telephones. And more often. I have been "talking" to friends in Switzerland, Canada, Australia, California, Florida and many other states and countries.
We have all told each other about our days, our families, hopes and dreams (and other various things which I won't mention). We have asked for and received prayers and comfort from our online friends. We have also had our disagreements. We are, after all, different people with different opinions.
The other thing that brings *us* together is our affection for eight gentlemen by the names of Alan Longmuir, Derek Longmuir, Eric Faulkner, Leslie McKeown, Stuart "Woody" Wood, Ian Mitchell, Pat McGlynn and Duncan Faure. Collectively know as The Bay City Rollers or the Rollers.
"Back in the day" when we were in our teens did we ever really think that there were this many fans? Despite the pictures we saw of the throngs at the concerts could we ever have thought about just how many other girls had the same love for our favorite. Did we ever think "no one could love him more than I do"? How many of us said "I'm going to marry him"? How many tried everything we knew to meet them?
How do we thank these wonderful gentlemen for simply being alive and becoming famous? How would our lives have been different if they had not become famous? If they were just eight average guys in this world.
For me - well- I suppose it would have been a few more years before actually began to "bloom". I was a "late bloomer". Because I grew up in with five older brothers and the boys at school were always picking on me, I had trouble thinking of boys as cute or even likable. When I first saw Derek's face my heart started to beat so hard I thought it would explode. He became my only thought and my first love. (I have had other thoughts since then)
To hold them in closely in our hearts with all the affection of our youth to me is the greatest tribute we can give, but it just does not seem to be enough for all they have indirectly done for each and every one of us. For now let us wish them peace, love and joy for the coming year and let us be happy for having had them in our lives.
Thank you for allowing me to rant here. I now return you to you to your normally scheduled life - already in progress.
MK
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