Fun Monday - I've got a crush on you...

I groaned inwardly when Jo Beaufoix requested that we talk about our first celebrity crushes. I mean, come on! How am I supposed to remember that far back? My mind isn't what it used to be, ya know... And crushes? Definitely a thing of the past. Though I do admit to sending emails to my pal Suze at work with pictures of George Clooney (her second husband-to-be) with something bordering on glee. If Georgie ever knocked on my door, I'd send him down the road though. He's already spoken for.

But, where was I? Oh, yeah. MY celebrity crushes.

Much of my childhood, my father worked at the popular local AM station - Top 40, baby! This was pre-FM (though we were on the forefront of that as well, with the first Top 40 FM station in town). He was forever bringing home duplicate albums or things he didn't think the audience would like. I got first crack at them. So I was introduced to a wide range of artists that I knew before everyone else did (like 10cc, the DeFranco Brothers, Yvonne Elliman and Neil Diamond) or artists that never quite made the big time, but had some rockin' music (The Bay City Rollers).

My favorite one of all though, was Bobby Sherman. Bubble-gum pop, but so yummy! And his album cover was really cool, with a complete-the-sentence wheel built in.

Poor Bobby never really hit the big time and I can't remember a single song he did - but I sure did love him back when.

Neil Diamond, though... I still love him and his music. My favorite music purchase last year? A greatest hits compilation on CD for my car! Cherry Cherry and Forever in Blue Jeans. You're mine, Neil - forever!!!

Of course, that lasted until these people popped up. And that oldest son? Damn. Pitter-pat went my young heart. Aside from the seriously doofy outfits (which were quite hip at the time), that was one fine-looking guy.

I mean, what's not to like? Blue eyes, long hair, and the best smile ever!

Oh, yeah - and puka shell necklaces. Cool!

My cousin Liane and I used to have arguments over who was cuter - my crush David Cassidy or her crush: Donny Osmond.

I still think I won.

She still does that when we talk about David and Donny...

There was one more crush from that era... I had a poster of him on my wall. Not this one, but nice suit, no? 9 gold medals. And this was pre-performance enhancing drugs. (They were all still just psychodelic then). Can you guess who he is?

UPDATE: Everyone of a "certain age" nailed it - this is Mark Spitz - Olympic Gold Medal winner in the 1972 Olympics. And yes, I think the psychodelic drugs so popular at the time may have accounted for his suit...

But I must confess - if I had to pick one to define as my crush - it would have to be David Cassidy!

I told my husband about this Fun Monday... he asked if I felt silly about confessing my young-girl crushes. Well, yeah. I mean come on... it was the early 70s - they were ALL silly. Their clothes, if nothing else.