Pride and joy


Gosh, I’m silly. The amount of pride I take in these boys is probably not healthy or something. It’s the same kind of pride you’d feel if a member of your family did something really spectacular or was super-talented or very good-looking. On the message boards I’m involved with I tend to use pictures of the lads often as either my signature pic or my avatar and I actually feel proud when people say something nice about the picture, or even when I see it on each of my posts — as if I had anything to do with it! I can’t help it, though. I want to show them off. I guess I just like to hear them admired and given due credit. When we were seeing 1964 I was looking around and my heart swelled when I realized how many people were there in honor of J, P, G and R. I sat there thinking, “This is for you, boys. Are you proud? You should be. 40 years later we’re still singing the songs and remembering. I’M proud of you and proud to be a part of this.”
And that’s as mushy as I get on Valentine’s Day!


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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