My father had a beard for a while. I thought it was… interesting. He kinda looked like Paul Bunyon. He looked a bit scary - but it grew on me. I like the 4 o’clock - or is it 5′oclock? shadow look. I’m stalling.

I don’t know if it’s the beard thing or not - but I have a few musical crushes. They will probably shock you - but I’m a complex person. I’m still stalling.

Ok - fine. Here it is: I love the bearded guys of the late 70’s early 80’s. I’m talkin Kenny Loggins and Jim Messina, Dan Fogelberg, and even a bit of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. I really love those bearded guys. The music always makes me think of campfires and marshmallows and my father’s guitar playing. Even though John Denver isn’t a bearded guy I even like him. Annies Song is one of my favorite songs of all times. I think I mentioned it once before on here and it deserves to be mentioned again. What ever happened to Dan F? I’m sure I’ll hear him this New Year’s eve like I do every year…I like that song - but I prefer Longer Than. God…he’s so romantic AND cute.

You know what it is? Those bearded guys really knew how to sing about love. You fill up my senses like a walk in the forest? and what about Longer than any bird ever flew - I’ve been in love with you? And Even though we ain’t got money… I’m still in love with ya honey… Dang. That’s beautiful. Summer breeze makes me feel fine… blowin thru the jasmine in my … never mind. That didn’t count - there were drugs involved with those group of bearded guys.

Anyway - I just thought that you should know. If this makes you love me less then … I don’t know what to tell ya. LOL. But I’m sick of hiding it. I’m a proud 70’s beard lover. So bushy and out of control but mushy and sensitive underneath it all. *sigh*

Ok - about this being on alerts thing. I’ve been really under the weather. I’ve been so ill that even Danny’s Song can’t cheer me up. First I had a really bad cold. I caught it - I’m blaming Jackson because I distinctly recall hearing a slight sneeze from that adorable snout. But before that I had my monthly visit with the Dr. of Agony - or the Orthodontist as he likes to be called. Rubber bands and thicker wires makes for a very achy CeCe. I thought that if I just left the phone on “alerts” that when I caught a little bit of a break I would be able to … you know… take a call or two. It’s not deliberate - the calls I take, I mean. I just take the ones that I happen to hear when I gain consciousness. I’ll be going to a concert tonight via telecast (St. Olaf Christmas Concert … it’s very important in our family. It’s a Lutheran thang) and then I’ll be logging in tonight if I can possibly make it - around 9:00PM or so. I figure a hot shower and a shot or two of brandy will do the trick.

Sorry about the lack of updates - but I did manage to write 2 times this week. 1 post shy. Maybe I’ll make my goal this upcoming week. One can dream.