We Are Through!!!

I loved him with all my heart.  I knew that one day I would marry him, and so I began to sign my name Bobbie Jo Lindsay.  His face was everywhere on my wall and ceiling and I was faithful.  

With the Grassroots guy.  He was so nice, and I don't even know his name.

I never missed a night of kissing his lips before going to bed.  He was always smiling, so I was sure he felt the same way about me.

With the guy from Grassroots

I will never forget the day my uncle brought me home from his house (I had spent the night with my cousin) too late to see Happening '68.  It was just over (2:00 PM) and all that was left was Paul Revere and The Raiders waving  bye as they sang their last song that Saturday afternoon.  I cried for the rest of the day!

I was thirteen.

But I grew up and we grew apart, Mark Lindsay and me.  He went his way and I went mine.  I named my daughter after him, remembering the love we once had and wishing to have a remembrance with me forever and always.  (okay, I may be exaggerating a bit)

Anyhoooo.....

My dream came true was shattered on Thursday night at the Hampton Inn (our hotel) after The Happy Together concert in Jim Thorpe, PA. where I had a front row seat to the awesome, wonderful, fun concert!

After the show we were in the lobby talking to some other people that we had met, and getting pictures with the Grassroots guys (Nice fellas!), when who should walk in!!!    Mark Lindsay!!!

One picture is all I wanted.  And maybe...  just maybe I could tell him how when I was thirteen years old I spent every single dime of my dollar-a-week allowance on his albums, his records, and Tiger Beat Magazines in search of new 8X10 glossies to tape onto my wall.  It was my moment.

He saw me standing there.  It was obvious I was excited to see him in person!

 First he rolled his eyes.

Then he tried to walk away.

I don't know if he heard my husband say that he would break his legs if he didn't stop long enough to get a picture with me, but he did stand beside me and force a half a smile, not saying a word and disappearing quickly before we could engage him in any conversation at all.

 He was rude.

Someone I met at the concert said that at the Meet-And-Greets he charges for his autograph.

Really?!!?

He's a good entertainer and a great showman.  But I am erasing my faux name 'Mrs. Bobbie Jo Lindsay' from every album that I signed from back-in-the-day.

In the words of Mr. Wonderful on Shark Tank "He's dead to me."

Mr. Mark Lindsay, we are through!

Me and Mark Lindsey.  I should have charged him!  LOL

Pink Floyd Experience and Love Your Pet Day

I'm back.  I had to take care of 

a few things out of town.  

Like...  

Having a piece of the best chocolate cake ever...

and attending a Pink Floyd Experience concert

 in Lancaster, Pa. 

 It was great, by the way, and our seats were wonderful...  took the above video on the way out!!  

And watching this sweet pooch get his hiney shaved at the Pet Smart Grooming center.  Look at that face.  Isn't he a sweetheart?!  And he was such a good sport.
If he could talk, what do you suppose he would say?  

It's good to be back to my Gracie.  And by the way, I think I fixed her poopy problem before I left.  It seems she had some matted in her butt fur so I cleaned and cut her fur there and she hasn't had an accident since then.  She was probably just trying to get that disgusting stuff off of her.

Dear Diary,

February 20 was 'love your pet day'.  Wouldn't you know I'd be left alone on the very day I was supposed to be loved?   

And is it any wonder that I tore up a newspaper and spread it through the house, threw pillows on the floor (along with other important stuff), and refused to eat....  

Well...  I refused to eat until Lindsey and Rissa came and fed me.  Then I caved.

  

So as a peace offering I get this funny looking toy that squeaks real loud.  Oh, don't get me wrong.  I love the toy.  But I smell a rat.  Or should I say I smell a dog...  on Mom's clothes.   It seems to me she might have been "loving another pet" on Love Your Pet day. 

I guess I'm supposed to forgive, forget, and watch the house like a good dog.  And I guess I will.  Gracie.