When I was in sixth grade/seventh grade (early, early 70's for all you young punks out there) I fell in love. I didn't know and hadn't met MOMD yet (and wouldn't for two more years), so it was okay. The person I fell in love with was Donny Osmond. I'm not talking infatuation. I'm not talking a crush. I am talking almost-TRUE LOVE. I surrendered myself to intense study, learning everything I could about my almost-TRUE LOVE. I learned all the important facts regarding him (favorite color: purple; always wore purple socks ... isn't that adorable?), collected all the photos I could, and made a shrine in my bedroom dedicated solely to Donny.
Here is an example of one of my encyclopedias of love.
One time the Osmonds were in concert at the Salt Palace (a different Salt Palace than the one we have now - this was a long time ago) and fans were lined up forever to get tickets. My brother had a hockey game scheduled that morning at the Salt Palace so we got to walk right through the doors. I started BEGGING my mom to let me buy tickets but, of course, she wouldn't let me. She was SO mean. (My 50-year-old self realizes now that it wouldn't have been very fair to jump into line ahead of all those other so-called fans but who cared about them?)
We always water skiied at Pineview Reservoir in those days and the Osmonds had a home right on the water. My constant daydream was that I would be water skiing by their home and have a nasty fall. Our boat would have to take me to the Osmond's home for medical attention. Of course then I would meet Donny and he would fall in love with me and we'd live happily ever after. I am not even kidding about this daydream. What kind of demented person was/am I?
Did I mention that sometimes I cried when Donny sang "Puppy Love" on the radio because I was so in love with him? True story.
Fast forward my life to last night. I did not realize that I was still in love with Donny. The crazy part was that I (my 50-year-old self) was not in love with the 50-year-old Donny (who is a grandpa). Somehow last night I was transported back to my early years (possible Conference Center time machine?). As soon as the brothers started singing "Down By the Lazy River" I started bouncing up and down in my seat. I got happy feet and my hands starting clapping. I think I may even have squealed! The Donny highlight of the night was when he sang "Puppy Love" to me. I almost started crying. I am not kidding! (Donny and I were finally together!) I heard other women around me swoon and squeal, but they were love amateurs compared to the deep feelings I had/have.
The concert ended, and the time machine transported me back to being 50. MOMD was still the man of my dreams. Weird - it wasn't really Donny after all (who may dye his hair). All in all, the entire night was wonderful. I love the MoTabs! I love the Osmonds! I love Pioneer Day! What a great night!
3 comments:
Hilarious. I love your waterskiing daydream. I was in LOVE with Almonzo from Little house on the prarie. I dont know what he saw in Laura. If he had only met me he would of dropped her like a bag of bricks and married me.
I had to give my tickets away b/c Ryan had to work, but that's okay cause he kind of looks like Donny and even has purple socks. That opens up a whole new daydream for me!
Ok, remind me to tell you the story about watching the Donny and Marie show when I was a youngin. It involves a peanut M&M and my nose.
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