My Last Blog

Well, my last blog until next week sometime.  Tomorrow, I am going on my first lonely cruise.  I’ve been on cruises before, but never on my own.  I was kind of scared at first so I asked around to see if anyone wanted to go with me, but I had no takers.  I guess I’m not as pretty as I used to be.  As it approaches, I’m kind of looking forward to it.  I won’t have to worry about anyone’s happiness except my own so I’ll do whatever I want to do.  And in the wise words of a crazy man, “I’ll do whatever I can do.”

While I am on the high seas, I don’t touch computers.  I don’t think about computers and I definitely don’t think about the Internet.  I go into a complete relaxation mode that you simply must see to believe.  But, you won’t be able to see it.

I really hadn’t intended for this to be the topic of my last blog.  As this year comes to an end, it’s probably going to go down as one of the most depressing, fun, entertaining, scary, irritating, frustrating, lovely years of my life.  I’ve met lots of new people this year.  I’ve probably met more people this year than I’ve met in the last 5.

One thing that happens when I meet people is they seem to think I “look like someone”.  As in, “You look like that guy from that show, you know the one.  I can’t remember his name, but he’s got dark hair, you know!”  But, I don’t.  Today’s blog will go down the list of famous people I’ve been accused to resembling. 

The first one I remember (this from 20 years ago), was David Cassidy.  Or sometimes, they’d just say Keith Partridge.  What I’m going to do is try and find a picture that I think possibly might prove the theory.  It would be too easy to disprove.  I would also try and post comparison pictures of myself, but that would require too much time and I have to pack.  When I got my hair cut (about 9 years ago), and had a new picture made for my driver’s license the lady at the DPS (Department of Public Safety) asked me to sing a David Cassidy song before she cut up my old license (with the long hair).

 

About a month after I got my hair cut I had a couple of people tell me I looked like Hugh Grant.  I never could see that very much.  I think you’ll agree.  I look nothing like him.  Maybe I was just having a good hair day or something.  Who knows.  Either that or some crazy old lady had the hots for Hugh and also an overactive imagination.  Perhaps I should have made more inquiries of the source.  You just never know about these things.

 

In the last few years I have gotten the David thing some more.  Only this time it’s been David Duchovny and David Spade.  It’s actually starting to make me think my momma named me wrong.

 

Just this last week one of my relatives said I looked like one of the brothers from “The Band Perry”.  I’ve never heard of them before so I looked them up.  I don’t know if I should be flattered or horrified.  I’m choosing to be flattered because I’ve always been told to wear my rose colored glasses. 

 

I guess this is proof that all the people I know hallucinate.  I always thought I was the only one.  I’d like to meet their sister though.  She’s kind of cute.