Obsession

Hello, I am Annie, and I am an obsessive.

Obsessive about "Glee." Have you seen it? Of course you have. If you haven't, you should. You'd be obsessed, too.

When I was in high school, the small town I lived in had one radio station. One AM radio station. The evening air personality (ok, ok, they were disk jockeys then) was named Capri. Like the car. She was a friend of mine, and I'd listen every night. Didn't like the music she played, but she was my friend. The song she'd sign off with was "I Am...I Said." Every. single. night. I couldn't stand Neil Diamond then.

Glee has converted me...at least to "Sweet Caroline." How could one not love it? Especially as sung by Puck.

Ahhhh. This would be my sign-off song. But then, when I hear "Don't Stop Believing" I'm reminded of meeting Steve Perry in the airport in Kona. And again on a corner in Old Sacramento. Coincidence? I think not.

Do I have to choose one "Glee" song? How could I?

It seems appropriate

I know I haven't been here in a while.

In order to write, one must actually make the attempt. To sit down, to put pen to paper (or more appropriately, fingers to keyboard). Haven't felt like doing this in a while.

And this morning, when I set out to write of my mother, it didn't come easily. It's been 41 years today since she passed away, and I miss her every single day. I am so sad that memories dim, but thankful for the ones that remain. Watching Alfred Hitchcock movies late at night. Making snow angels and lollipops and Barbie dresses. Being held.

She was beautiful, and smart, and courageous, and strong. When I was a baby, I'd cry when she'd sing me to sleep (so she wrote in my baby book). Now I'd give anything to hear her voice.

I wrote about her a while ago. If you haven't been following long, you can read the post here.

In loving memory of
Yvonne Marie Wilson Bakaleinikoff Oakley
June 3, 1919 - December 5, 1968