It's been one heck of a day. Three major icons dead in the past 48 hours. Two of them today. It started yesterday with Ed McMahon. Famed for his role on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, then as a professional spokesman for things like Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, host of the original American Idol--Star Search. He died at 86 years of age. Lived a long life, had a successful career, a family.
Today, Farrah Fawcett, sex symbol of the 70's, the most famous Angel of Charlies' Angels, even though she only did one season as Jill Munroe. Her image was on posters in every teenage boy's bedroom across the country. She had Emmy nominations for her portrayal of a battered wife. She battled cancer for two and a half years, and lost that battle today at age 62.
Sadly, overshadowing Farrah's tragic death, is the death of Michael Jackson. He entered the spotlight of fame at age 11, as the youngest of the Jackson Five. His career skyrocketed during the 80's, with Thriller being one of the highest grossing albums in history. In recent years, he's been plagued with legal and financial battles, as well as speculations about serious health issues. Such extreme talent, yet mental illness severely affected his life. Because of his fame and fortune, most just said he was eccentric. But we all know the truth--he was seriously mentally ill. He died today at age 50, after paramedics were called to his home for an apparent cardiac arrest. When icons of your youth start dying, it certainly makes you realize how much older you are getting. On top of all this, an old friend from high school lost her father today, as well.
On to less depressing matters, we had frustrating events this morning. When the phone rings early in the morning, it's never good news, right? My cell phone rang at 8:15, about 30 minutes after Kelly had left for work. He was stranded on the side of Briley Parkway, waiting for a tow truck after the timing belt broke on his diesel Jetta. Just 18 days past the warranty. Spending money on car repairs, plus the inconvenience of a car being in the shop, just sucks.
So I had to pick Kelly up after his golf game tonight. It was 8 o'clock before he texted me to drive up there--all the way to his office across town. And what happens? Road construction. It took me nearly 40 minutes to drive less than 5 miles. I was so irritated! So it was past 9 PM by the time I picked Kelly up, and neither of us had eaten dinner yet. So we popped over to Macaroni Grill for a quick bite and headed home.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.
Today, Farrah Fawcett, sex symbol of the 70's, the most famous Angel of Charlies' Angels, even though she only did one season as Jill Munroe. Her image was on posters in every teenage boy's bedroom across the country. She had Emmy nominations for her portrayal of a battered wife. She battled cancer for two and a half years, and lost that battle today at age 62.
Sadly, overshadowing Farrah's tragic death, is the death of Michael Jackson. He entered the spotlight of fame at age 11, as the youngest of the Jackson Five. His career skyrocketed during the 80's, with Thriller being one of the highest grossing albums in history. In recent years, he's been plagued with legal and financial battles, as well as speculations about serious health issues. Such extreme talent, yet mental illness severely affected his life. Because of his fame and fortune, most just said he was eccentric. But we all know the truth--he was seriously mentally ill. He died today at age 50, after paramedics were called to his home for an apparent cardiac arrest. When icons of your youth start dying, it certainly makes you realize how much older you are getting. On top of all this, an old friend from high school lost her father today, as well.
On to less depressing matters, we had frustrating events this morning. When the phone rings early in the morning, it's never good news, right? My cell phone rang at 8:15, about 30 minutes after Kelly had left for work. He was stranded on the side of Briley Parkway, waiting for a tow truck after the timing belt broke on his diesel Jetta. Just 18 days past the warranty. Spending money on car repairs, plus the inconvenience of a car being in the shop, just sucks.
So I had to pick Kelly up after his golf game tonight. It was 8 o'clock before he texted me to drive up there--all the way to his office across town. And what happens? Road construction. It took me nearly 40 minutes to drive less than 5 miles. I was so irritated! So it was past 9 PM by the time I picked Kelly up, and neither of us had eaten dinner yet. So we popped over to Macaroni Grill for a quick bite and headed home.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.
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