January 11 – Saturday – The Monkees

I did love The Monkees. I watched their show every week. I even acted out fantasy games with my friends playing their particular crush. But, believe it or not, I just didn’t have a favorite Monkee. None of them really did it for me, and as we all know by now, I crush easy, especially when I was a kid. Davy – sorry, too short; Peter, too pale; Mike, the most talented and serious, but too, I don’t know, too talented and serious and he wore a stupid hat; and Mickey, who I sometimes claimed as my favorite, too goofy.

I don’t know if it was The Monkees or inertia, but I just didn’t feel like exercising tonight. I got some chores done, so I wasn’t a total slug today. But when it came time to consider the project, I employed avoidance, going so far as to eat a third of a loaf of 40 calorie per slice bread slathered sparingly with I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter – light. But I did get my butt in gear, and even added three Bette Midler songs from side one of her album, and had a pretty darned good workout. And as for The Monkees, this was an enjoyable record. I have to admit, I had my doubts about it, but was pleasantly surprised. Who knew that their theme song had so many verses.