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Someone in my circle of friends on the Ted Neeley group, turned me on to Johnny Depp several years ago. He was never on my radar and until the first Pirate movie, I don’t believe I’d seen anything else except “Sleepy Hollow”.
How I could have missed his sexiness is beyond me, but now that the discovery was made, I became a super fan once again, joining the ‘overthirtydepp’ group. It was very fun –they know everything about Johnny there and I learned so much.
He’s pretty extraordinary; much like Marlon Brando, whom he admired and patterned his celebrity after. His movies are much more violent and gruesome than I like, and many cannot be viewed more than a time or two. But the ones I like are on the top of my viewing list always. “Benny and Joon” comes to mind. What a sweet character he created for this movie. And all the Pirates movies were sensational!
So it was with no hesitation at all, that when a call came out for fans to autograph quilt squares, I was right on that. You see my square below, but if you would like to see the entire quilt, please feel free to go this link and view the entire piece, along with the letter penned by Johnny thanking us for it.
I will always feel connected to him now that my name is on his quilt.
Johnny's Quilt
My Name is on His Quilt
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Groups
The months that followed meeting and hugging Ted where filled with the gals on the yahoo groups. I met so many people there but two who became good friends of mine. We discussed Ted, the show, the website, and anything related to Ted. I learned of the many projects and films he had done since the original movie that I never knew. We did a special project for his birthday using ideas from among us. The idea chosen was mine, a scrapbook of pictures we had all taken with him at the show. There are hundreds of pictures out there of us with him, but we were pretty sure he didn’t have many of him with us.
It was a good idea and everyone was having a good time working on their pages. They would show us previews as they progressed and it was certain Ted would be thrilled with it. As it turned out, someone else on the group took over my project behind my back.
In the middle of the project, however, something else happened. A relative of mine was in the business of making things with fragrance. We had learned very early on in our ‘Ted’ information, that he uses one fragrance and is identified by that scent.
She found an oil of that scent and made some air fresheners with several images of Ted from the movie. I got to see them and was so excited to share them with everyone in the group that I bought all she had and sent them, at my own expense, to anyone who asked for one. They were fabulous! And when the reviews came in, all were thrilled as I was to have them. There was a website link given to the recipients who may have wanted more, and they only had to pay for materials and postage. We thought that was more than fair; no money being made – just making Ted fans happy.
Unfortunately, one of my two good friends from the group alerted me to a post on Ted’s website by the webmaster. This guy was bad news from the start and his post basically accused us of using Ted’s image for profit and threatened legal action.
A storm ensued—for both points of view—that it was and was not true. I hurried to the site and read an unbelievable accusation! And the posts to follow were angry, vicious, and out of line. Ted’s website was closed down and by the next morning, it was out of commission. It remained down for many months.
Of course, being a reactionary, I posted a scathing message to the groups which was intended for the webmaster and the guilty party who told him the lie to begin with. My friend and I have always believed these two are wolves in sheep’s clothing, but Ted can’t see it. I don’t use names out of courtesy, but these two know who they are.
It was the end of my time on the yahoo groups, mostly due to the lack of trust displayed in this incident. I was not able to get a message to Ted because everything online goes through these two people. So I waited.
In March of the next year, when the show was close by, I made arrangements ahead of time to see Ted after the show. He wasn’t doing a meet and greet there, but the marketing gal, bless her heart, messaged ahead of the show to tell Ted that I wanted a chance to see him. He knew it was me and agreed to the meeting. I was so happy to see him; we hugged, I apologized and he said he knew I didn’t do what was said. It was all good.
Then, I handed him a mini scrapbook, with wonderful pictures of people he met during my times in line and meeting him. It was so much better than the one the group ended up with that I felt vindicated. And he LOVED it! His face lit up and he couldn’t believe I would go to all that work for him. It was a good end to a nasty incident. Ted and I will continue to be friends. He will coming to Omaha February 1&2, so I may just message ahead and find out if he will see me again. That would be the perfect ending.
It was a good idea and everyone was having a good time working on their pages. They would show us previews as they progressed and it was certain Ted would be thrilled with it. As it turned out, someone else on the group took over my project behind my back.
In the middle of the project, however, something else happened. A relative of mine was in the business of making things with fragrance. We had learned very early on in our ‘Ted’ information, that he uses one fragrance and is identified by that scent.
She found an oil of that scent and made some air fresheners with several images of Ted from the movie. I got to see them and was so excited to share them with everyone in the group that I bought all she had and sent them, at my own expense, to anyone who asked for one. They were fabulous! And when the reviews came in, all were thrilled as I was to have them. There was a website link given to the recipients who may have wanted more, and they only had to pay for materials and postage. We thought that was more than fair; no money being made – just making Ted fans happy.
Unfortunately, one of my two good friends from the group alerted me to a post on Ted’s website by the webmaster. This guy was bad news from the start and his post basically accused us of using Ted’s image for profit and threatened legal action.
A storm ensued—for both points of view—that it was and was not true. I hurried to the site and read an unbelievable accusation! And the posts to follow were angry, vicious, and out of line. Ted’s website was closed down and by the next morning, it was out of commission. It remained down for many months.
Of course, being a reactionary, I posted a scathing message to the groups which was intended for the webmaster and the guilty party who told him the lie to begin with. My friend and I have always believed these two are wolves in sheep’s clothing, but Ted can’t see it. I don’t use names out of courtesy, but these two know who they are.
It was the end of my time on the yahoo groups, mostly due to the lack of trust displayed in this incident. I was not able to get a message to Ted because everything online goes through these two people. So I waited.
In March of the next year, when the show was close by, I made arrangements ahead of time to see Ted after the show. He wasn’t doing a meet and greet there, but the marketing gal, bless her heart, messaged ahead of the show to tell Ted that I wanted a chance to see him. He knew it was me and agreed to the meeting. I was so happy to see him; we hugged, I apologized and he said he knew I didn’t do what was said. It was all good.
Then, I handed him a mini scrapbook, with wonderful pictures of people he met during my times in line and meeting him. It was so much better than the one the group ended up with that I felt vindicated. And he LOVED it! His face lit up and he couldn’t believe I would go to all that work for him. It was a good end to a nasty incident. Ted and I will continue to be friends. He will coming to Omaha February 1&2, so I may just message ahead and find out if he will see me again. That would be the perfect ending.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Sports Car Ride
As promised, my favorite hitchhiking story; some of you may have heard me tell it.
It was a bright, sunny day when I set out on the A1A to go north to Daytona Beach. A friend of mine from Sioux City had contacted me that she would be in Daytona Beach soon and could I meet her there.
I was enjoying the weather, the OCEAN, the palm trees, sand and wind while walking. Being on the road, (literally) was such a rush. It was exhilarating to experience the wonders of the tropics that Florida had to offer. I had my own “hitchin’ position” that I always used to grab a ride; it usually included a big smile, and on that day it was quite huge!
Quickly, a pickup truck stopped to offer a ride so I asked my usual questions. They had to tell me where they were going not the other way around and what the area was like that I would be left off. No answers of ‘where ever you want to go, sister’ or ‘I’m only going a few miles’ because being left off in the middle of nowhere meant I was walking a distance.
The driver of the pick up was a very cute, young guy about 21 or so. He was going to Daytona Beach so would take me all the way there. That was great! It was always a bonus if their destination was the same as mine. About 10 minutes into the ride after spirited conversation, he says, out of the blue, ‘Do you put out?’ I started to laugh and asked him if he was serious? He stated, “Yeah, I am” and he meant it. Trying not to have my mouth hanging open, I asked, “You are a good looking guy! Why in the world would you give a lift and want to hook up?" I was still laughing as I continued my line of questioning. “You must have a girlfriend. Why don’t you just go find her and have your fun?” He was nonchalant in saying that she was in school and just not available right now. I thought I was going to fall off the seat laughing! My next question, of course, was “does this ride depend on it?” Apparently it did! And he let me out!
As I stood there on the A1A, I wasn’t paying much attention to the traffic because I was LMBO! Then, this brand new, hot-rod red corvette whizzed by, but I didn't pay much attention to him. I had never had a sports car give me a lift. You know, picking up hitchhikers was just beneath them. Then I noticed the car stop at some distance ahead of me, back up and stop where I stood! He asked me, no – almost pleaded with me to allow him to give me a ride. I asked him where he was going and he said DB. What a deal, huh? I was more than happy to have a ride in a convertible Corvette! WoW! It was a great ride! The wind in my hair, great looking guy; what more could a girl ask for?
We exchanged some info and then I told him that sports cars never stop for me, let alone, backing up to reconsider! So what gives, was my burning question? He said, and I quote, “I wasn’t going to stop, but I saw you laughing so hard I couldn't have continued on without knowing what was so funny!” I told him of the funny ride that had just occurred. We both laughed till our sides hurt! He drove me all the way to DB and even bought me lunch. We had a fabulous conversation and for the time I lived in Cocoa Beach, managed to get together once in awhile. The world is a funny place if you can find the humor in it! His name? I have no idea...
It was a bright, sunny day when I set out on the A1A to go north to Daytona Beach. A friend of mine from Sioux City had contacted me that she would be in Daytona Beach soon and could I meet her there.
I was enjoying the weather, the OCEAN, the palm trees, sand and wind while walking. Being on the road, (literally) was such a rush. It was exhilarating to experience the wonders of the tropics that Florida had to offer. I had my own “hitchin’ position” that I always used to grab a ride; it usually included a big smile, and on that day it was quite huge!
Quickly, a pickup truck stopped to offer a ride so I asked my usual questions. They had to tell me where they were going not the other way around and what the area was like that I would be left off. No answers of ‘where ever you want to go, sister’ or ‘I’m only going a few miles’ because being left off in the middle of nowhere meant I was walking a distance.
The driver of the pick up was a very cute, young guy about 21 or so. He was going to Daytona Beach so would take me all the way there. That was great! It was always a bonus if their destination was the same as mine. About 10 minutes into the ride after spirited conversation, he says, out of the blue, ‘Do you put out?’ I started to laugh and asked him if he was serious? He stated, “Yeah, I am” and he meant it. Trying not to have my mouth hanging open, I asked, “You are a good looking guy! Why in the world would you give a lift and want to hook up?" I was still laughing as I continued my line of questioning. “You must have a girlfriend. Why don’t you just go find her and have your fun?” He was nonchalant in saying that she was in school and just not available right now. I thought I was going to fall off the seat laughing! My next question, of course, was “does this ride depend on it?” Apparently it did! And he let me out!
As I stood there on the A1A, I wasn’t paying much attention to the traffic because I was LMBO! Then, this brand new, hot-rod red corvette whizzed by, but I didn't pay much attention to him. I had never had a sports car give me a lift. You know, picking up hitchhikers was just beneath them. Then I noticed the car stop at some distance ahead of me, back up and stop where I stood! He asked me, no – almost pleaded with me to allow him to give me a ride. I asked him where he was going and he said DB. What a deal, huh? I was more than happy to have a ride in a convertible Corvette! WoW! It was a great ride! The wind in my hair, great looking guy; what more could a girl ask for?
We exchanged some info and then I told him that sports cars never stop for me, let alone, backing up to reconsider! So what gives, was my burning question? He said, and I quote, “I wasn’t going to stop, but I saw you laughing so hard I couldn't have continued on without knowing what was so funny!” I told him of the funny ride that had just occurred. We both laughed till our sides hurt! He drove me all the way to DB and even bought me lunch. We had a fabulous conversation and for the time I lived in Cocoa Beach, managed to get together once in awhile. The world is a funny place if you can find the humor in it! His name? I have no idea...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Wanderlust
Growing up military stifles the ability to grow in relationships. Friends and you are together for a year, maybe two, and then *poof* - gone. Keeping in touch will last for awhile, but eventually, it becomes an effort in futility. Trying to have a friendship with the current set of individuals is difficult enough.
Moving from place to place also presents challenges. But for the person with a wanderlust spirit, it makes life very interesting. Which is where I found myself after graduation. I went to college for a year, but found I like hitchhiking back and forth more than I liked school. It hooked me and for the next 12 years, that was the lifestyle I chose.
It began with a jaunt from Minnesota to Florida. It was wonderful being on the road and I liked having my thumb out for a ride.
After a couple of years, I developed my own rules for taking a ride. First and foremost, be certain you are not going to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere. To determine this, you must always ask the driver where THEY are going; not the other way round. If they can't tell you what their destination is, definately do not take that ride.
Second, make certain you are standing in a spot where someone can pull over to pick you up or they will just pass you by.
And most importantly, talk to the driver with humorous and fun conversation. My thinking was always this: if they think you are afraid of them and they have a bent toward being dangerous, they will take advantage of that and you might end up dead. But engage them in conversation that makes them feel good and important, and you could very well diffuse a situation.
There were probably rides taken that could have proved my end, but for my continual banter with the driver. And, of course, God watching over me --probably more than one guardian angel. LOL!
I did have one serious situation, but it was my fault and it involved pot. Some good Samaritans took me in and let me stay until the driver was gone, but he put up a good fight for me. And a memorable ride with a neighbor from my home town who lived just two blocks from my house. That was fun and we spent some hours together talking about that.
The road provided many stories that I will continue to tell.
Moving from place to place also presents challenges. But for the person with a wanderlust spirit, it makes life very interesting. Which is where I found myself after graduation. I went to college for a year, but found I like hitchhiking back and forth more than I liked school. It hooked me and for the next 12 years, that was the lifestyle I chose.
It began with a jaunt from Minnesota to Florida. It was wonderful being on the road and I liked having my thumb out for a ride.
After a couple of years, I developed my own rules for taking a ride. First and foremost, be certain you are not going to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere. To determine this, you must always ask the driver where THEY are going; not the other way round. If they can't tell you what their destination is, definately do not take that ride.
Second, make certain you are standing in a spot where someone can pull over to pick you up or they will just pass you by.
And most importantly, talk to the driver with humorous and fun conversation. My thinking was always this: if they think you are afraid of them and they have a bent toward being dangerous, they will take advantage of that and you might end up dead. But engage them in conversation that makes them feel good and important, and you could very well diffuse a situation.
There were probably rides taken that could have proved my end, but for my continual banter with the driver. And, of course, God watching over me --probably more than one guardian angel. LOL!
I did have one serious situation, but it was my fault and it involved pot. Some good Samaritans took me in and let me stay until the driver was gone, but he put up a good fight for me. And a memorable ride with a neighbor from my home town who lived just two blocks from my house. That was fun and we spent some hours together talking about that.
The road provided many stories that I will continue to tell.
Eschatology
The study of end time prophecy has been a great source of comfort for me as I look forward to heaven. Having said that, it is also a tremendous source of unknowns as no one knows the day or hour. But with heaven as hope, I can make it to the other side.
The most popular thinking process is about the Anti-Christ and his ascendency. I found this youtube video that is so interesting. Who really knows the identity of this person? Only God. But we can use our intelligence to ponder it... you decide. I found this very compelling.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjFoT-sj5Do
The most popular thinking process is about the Anti-Christ and his ascendency. I found this youtube video that is so interesting. Who really knows the identity of this person? Only God. But we can use our intelligence to ponder it... you decide. I found this very compelling.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjFoT-sj5Do
Part 2 Ted Neeley
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDHoTOgeNWE
The day of the show came and the 7 of us were crazy; like schoolgirls, running around doing silly things and obsessing on Ted. He spoke at the library across the street from the theatre first and we found him there. He was with the current Judas and his lovely daughter. We could hardly contain our glee!
We mostly sang all the songs along with the actors during the show because Ted’s voice that night was very hoarse and he could hardly do it. So the audience helped him out. It was a house choir so to speak. And they added a resurrection to the show that did not appear in the movie. It brought the house down, to say the least.
After the show, there were only a dozen or so who stayed behind to meet and hug Ted. I had learned from the ‘friends of Ted Neeley’ group everything one needed to know for the meet and greet. We had our cameras, extra film, pens for autographing things, things to be autographed, gifts and messages from other fans. I was the last one to meet Ted as I learned it was preferable to get more time with him. It was well known, however, that Ted gave as much time to each person as he felt they needed with him. I saw him give well over a half hour to a person at a meet and greet.
My first hug from Ted was the most exhilarating feeling I’d had for a long time. They all said he was a fabulous hugger, and they did not lie! I have a photo, but cannot download it right now…soon as possible it will be posted.
Of course, the first thing I did when we sat down to talk, was insult him. So typical of me – fortunately he was so loving, he barely noticed. We had a long conversation, he signed my stuff, read the article and asked for a copy and took many photos. It was so wonderful it seemed like a dream. Then he was off to Omaha.
I had managed to get tickets for Omaha as well, so just two days later, along with my neighbor who had never heard of JCS, we were off to see the show there and have another meet and greet with Ted.
We made a day of it in Omaha, strolling through a botanical garden during the day, having supper at a great restaurant and just enjoying the time up to the show. We managed to find a parking place right across the street from the bus, Big Red, ending up at a little pub there, waiting. While we sat there talking about the show, we heard a couple of guys at the table next to us talking about a show. So I asked them what show they were going to see; they said JCS. I excited said, ‘so are we!’ They asked where we were from; I told them Sioux City and we had just seen the show there, and they said they had too! Now I was really excited and asked them if they live around SC. They said no and continued on to ask where we were sitting; we had front row seats so were very fired up to see the show. I asked where they were sitting and they said the stage -- - What??? Yes, they were disciples in the show! They had a great time leading us on and teasing us about who they were. Acting like a silly schoolgirl again, I jumped up got my camera and asked them if they would take some pictures with us. They were such good sports and as they left, told us they would wave to us from the stage…which they did! It was a delightfully wonderful addition to the show.
This one was not so easy; the line was long and we waited for two hours to be the last in line. In the meantime, we met a guy from England who had flown over to see the show and meet Ted; took pictures for him that we were never able to get to him. Met other gals from the FOTN website and watched those in line as they met him, many for the first time. And again, we hugged, talked, took pictures before leaving him again.
I felt so satisfied meeting Ted after all those years of crushing on him.
The day of the show came and the 7 of us were crazy; like schoolgirls, running around doing silly things and obsessing on Ted. He spoke at the library across the street from the theatre first and we found him there. He was with the current Judas and his lovely daughter. We could hardly contain our glee!
We mostly sang all the songs along with the actors during the show because Ted’s voice that night was very hoarse and he could hardly do it. So the audience helped him out. It was a house choir so to speak. And they added a resurrection to the show that did not appear in the movie. It brought the house down, to say the least.
After the show, there were only a dozen or so who stayed behind to meet and hug Ted. I had learned from the ‘friends of Ted Neeley’ group everything one needed to know for the meet and greet. We had our cameras, extra film, pens for autographing things, things to be autographed, gifts and messages from other fans. I was the last one to meet Ted as I learned it was preferable to get more time with him. It was well known, however, that Ted gave as much time to each person as he felt they needed with him. I saw him give well over a half hour to a person at a meet and greet.
My first hug from Ted was the most exhilarating feeling I’d had for a long time. They all said he was a fabulous hugger, and they did not lie! I have a photo, but cannot download it right now…soon as possible it will be posted.
Of course, the first thing I did when we sat down to talk, was insult him. So typical of me – fortunately he was so loving, he barely noticed. We had a long conversation, he signed my stuff, read the article and asked for a copy and took many photos. It was so wonderful it seemed like a dream. Then he was off to Omaha.
I had managed to get tickets for Omaha as well, so just two days later, along with my neighbor who had never heard of JCS, we were off to see the show there and have another meet and greet with Ted.
We made a day of it in Omaha, strolling through a botanical garden during the day, having supper at a great restaurant and just enjoying the time up to the show. We managed to find a parking place right across the street from the bus, Big Red, ending up at a little pub there, waiting. While we sat there talking about the show, we heard a couple of guys at the table next to us talking about a show. So I asked them what show they were going to see; they said JCS. I excited said, ‘so are we!’ They asked where we were from; I told them Sioux City and we had just seen the show there, and they said they had too! Now I was really excited and asked them if they live around SC. They said no and continued on to ask where we were sitting; we had front row seats so were very fired up to see the show. I asked where they were sitting and they said the stage -- - What??? Yes, they were disciples in the show! They had a great time leading us on and teasing us about who they were. Acting like a silly schoolgirl again, I jumped up got my camera and asked them if they would take some pictures with us. They were such good sports and as they left, told us they would wave to us from the stage…which they did! It was a delightfully wonderful addition to the show.
This one was not so easy; the line was long and we waited for two hours to be the last in line. In the meantime, we met a guy from England who had flown over to see the show and meet Ted; took pictures for him that we were never able to get to him. Met other gals from the FOTN website and watched those in line as they met him, many for the first time. And again, we hugged, talked, took pictures before leaving him again.
I felt so satisfied meeting Ted after all those years of crushing on him.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
JCS and Ted Neeley
1973, graduation from High School and Jesus Christ Superstar hit the big screen. I resisted at first because I was running from God at the time. Complete teen rebel and stubborn, watching a movie about Jesus was just not what I wanted to do. But there it was, just calling my name. So, I went--alone or with someone, I can not say. I only know I lost part of my heart the first time I saw him on the screen.
As it began with a bus traveling along a very dusty road full of hippies, I was intrigued. Then, out of the crowd, appeared Ted Neeley. He was an odd sort of gorgeous; those eyes that weren't quite straight on but beautiful blue, that lean frame and long hair. And that voice!! Powerful, intense; it bore right through to the soul. It was love at first sight.
They followed him, misunderstood him, questioned him, betrayed him and eventually crucified him. For me it was Ted, not Jesus only being mistreated here. Was anyone else sobbing or was it just me? I remember wailing so loudly that during one of the 16 times I saw the movie, whoever I was with moved to another part of the theatre.
Discussions with my mom went something like, 'it's not scriptural'...'there were many untruths'...I argued --'people were at least seeing something about Jesus'...'lives were being changed somehow in spite of the falsehoods'. I would always love Ted Neeley, his face was burned in my mind whenever I thought of Jesus.
In 1992, a good friend took sis and me to Omaha to see the touring play. Ted Neeley was playing his own part and as an added bonus, Carl Anderson was playing his own part of Judas. What an amazing experience! I got to fall in love with him all over again. And at the end, I blew him a kiss and he sent one back! I thought it was a coincidence so I did it again, and again he sent a kiss back. We didn't know about meet and greets and missed the chance to hug Ted and meet Carl. It was the last time the chance to see Carl was possible; he flew away to heaven soon after.
2007 rolled around and the entire family heard JCS was coming to Sioux City. We collaborated and finally had tickets for 7 to see the show. While waiting I joined a Yahoo fan site for Ted, as well as Ted’s own site, NOTR. Imagine! An entire group of people who talked about nothing but Ted Neeley. I thought I died and went to Neeley heaven. There was the tour schedule, the public appearances he did for promotion, and his personal website where we could go to praise him knowing he read everything posted. I became the superfan I always wanted to be.
A local reporter saw Ted's site, NOTR and contacted me for a story. Before he ever arrived, I was linked with Ted in a story about Jesus Christ Superstar. There in black and white my name and Ted’s linked together. It was heavenly for this superfan! to be continued.....
As it began with a bus traveling along a very dusty road full of hippies, I was intrigued. Then, out of the crowd, appeared Ted Neeley. He was an odd sort of gorgeous; those eyes that weren't quite straight on but beautiful blue, that lean frame and long hair. And that voice!! Powerful, intense; it bore right through to the soul. It was love at first sight.
They followed him, misunderstood him, questioned him, betrayed him and eventually crucified him. For me it was Ted, not Jesus only being mistreated here. Was anyone else sobbing or was it just me? I remember wailing so loudly that during one of the 16 times I saw the movie, whoever I was with moved to another part of the theatre.
Discussions with my mom went something like, 'it's not scriptural'...'there were many untruths'...I argued --'people were at least seeing something about Jesus'...'lives were being changed somehow in spite of the falsehoods'. I would always love Ted Neeley, his face was burned in my mind whenever I thought of Jesus.
In 1992, a good friend took sis and me to Omaha to see the touring play. Ted Neeley was playing his own part and as an added bonus, Carl Anderson was playing his own part of Judas. What an amazing experience! I got to fall in love with him all over again. And at the end, I blew him a kiss and he sent one back! I thought it was a coincidence so I did it again, and again he sent a kiss back. We didn't know about meet and greets and missed the chance to hug Ted and meet Carl. It was the last time the chance to see Carl was possible; he flew away to heaven soon after.
2007 rolled around and the entire family heard JCS was coming to Sioux City. We collaborated and finally had tickets for 7 to see the show. While waiting I joined a Yahoo fan site for Ted, as well as Ted’s own site, NOTR. Imagine! An entire group of people who talked about nothing but Ted Neeley. I thought I died and went to Neeley heaven. There was the tour schedule, the public appearances he did for promotion, and his personal website where we could go to praise him knowing he read everything posted. I became the superfan I always wanted to be.
A local reporter saw Ted's site, NOTR and contacted me for a story. Before he ever arrived, I was linked with Ted in a story about Jesus Christ Superstar. There in black and white my name and Ted’s linked together. It was heavenly for this superfan! to be continued.....
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Old Friends
When you are a military brat, longtime friends from youth are hard to come by. What a blessing for me to have this couple, who I've known since the 6th grade, as friends. They are as common as dirt and proud of it. But they have this relationship that is so envious, it hurts. How does one even get to that level?
When I need a shoulder to cry on or a good laugh, they are my go to folks. They have had their share of sorrows and misfortune, but they always stay together and work through it . Recently the guy kicked our mayor in the butt because he insulted the wife. What a gutsy thing to do; how many 40 year married couples still protect their spouse so fearfully?
Tonight I needed a friend so we just dropped in. We talked for 3 hours and could have kept going but for time. He told a story of a fall at work that had us laughing until our sides were splitting! It was great and for that much needed release of laughter, I am eternally grateful.
When I need a shoulder to cry on or a good laugh, they are my go to folks. They have had their share of sorrows and misfortune, but they always stay together and work through it . Recently the guy kicked our mayor in the butt because he insulted the wife. What a gutsy thing to do; how many 40 year married couples still protect their spouse so fearfully?
Tonight I needed a friend so we just dropped in. We talked for 3 hours and could have kept going but for time. He told a story of a fall at work that had us laughing until our sides were splitting! It was great and for that much needed release of laughter, I am eternally grateful.
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About Me
- Connie Peterson
- Christian for 30+ years. Currently working toward BS degree. 1 Adult son. Assembly of God member. Diverse background. Love to laugh!