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Welcome to my Spotlight Sunday! Every Sunday I put someONE or someTHING I love IN the Spotlight!

Anyone is welcome to use the idea on their own blog and spotlight whoever or whatever THEY choose, but if you do, please use my lovely graphic that my friend made somewhere in your post to show that the idea came from here! And I would love it if you left the link in my comments, so I could go check out what YOU spotlighted!

Today I have decided to spotlight some of my favorite music from when I was a child, in this case, from baby to before I turned 13. Music has made a strong impact on my life and I can remember loving music since before I could talk. I also think it’s awesome that MTV launched just a couple years before I was born. I grew up watching their Music Videos back when they actually played them! Here’s my list of 10 childhood favorites WITH videos for you to enjoy and maybe reminisce with me!

1) I still LOVE this song and vividly remember dancing to it every time I heard it. I think THIS song made me obsessed with the name “Venus” which is probably why my first screen name at 16 was “Venus001616”. From 1986, “Venus” by Bananarama!

2)Next comes a song that I still don’t know all the lyrics too but I watched the music video over and over on MTV and was in love with the beat. It took me years to realize it wasn’t just a fun song but was actually about very serious issues.

From 1989, “We didn’t start the fire” by Billy Joel 🙂

3)Did any child of the 80’s or 90’s NOT dance to this next one? I remember being over at a friend’s house and jamming to it…and posing, 0f course!

From 1990, “Vogue” by Madonna

4)This song incredibly touched me long before I really even understood the lyrics. I remember just belting this song out along with the diva and just wanting to be like her.

From 1992 or 1993, “Hero” by Mariah Carey

5)I STILL start singing this song when I hear it. This song came out around the time when I was living in Austin and the few nieces I had at the time were staying with us. I remember us all singing along to this song and for some reason, I vividly remember coming home from a summer camp at Hobby Lobby where we made t-shirts, mine with a watermelon on it(lol) and we were listening to this song. I don’t know WHY that pops into my head, but this song makes me feel empowered while also reminding me of great childhood memories!

From the 90’s, “You gotta be” by Des’ree

6)This next song is another one I used to jam out to with my nieces. I HOPE they hear it and still remember it. It had this Jamaican feel for it and I knew I never had all the words right but I had fun pretending I did!

From 1995, “Shy Guy” by Diana King

7)This song was later redone as a country hit, but I never liked that version anywhere near the way I love THIS group’s version. It was romantic and sweet and while you listened to it, you imagined your future Prince Charming that would love you forever.

From the 90’s, “I can love you like that” by All 4 One

8)Now I’m going to flash back to the 80’s for another video I loved as a child. Such a fun video and a fun dance….even today, if you ask me! Only wish I could have found the original music video.

“Walk like an Egyptian” by The Bangles

9)Another classic that, especially as a kid, how could you not love? Little did I know the person singing the song would later emerge as a popular singer that I would come around to liking later in life as well!

“The Loco-motion” by Kylie Minogue

10) One of the longest music videos ever for this next one, but a darn good one! Honestly,my brother had the tape of this album and I used to listen to it over and over in the backyard and dance around like a fool. This song was my absolute favorite and though, with time, I have forgotten parts of it, I USED to know every single word, even the speaking parts. At the time, I loved horror movies, even though she scared me, so this was just a perfect fit for me!

Actually from 1982, BUT still important in my childhood…”Thriller” by Michael Jackson!

I hope you enjoyed this list. My mom actually told me that my favorite song as a little bitty baby was the “Meow Mix” song from the commercial. I didn’t count this in the 10 listed here cause I don’t consider a full fledged song but for those who don’t remember or have never heard it…here’s you a look at the old commercial. 😉

I was such an eclectic lover of music, wasn’t I? 🙂



{February 10, 2011}   When Home is no longer a refuge

This is The Real Sharon’s blog….not very many people actually know the REAL me, though. All the posts I have done in the past were indeed, a part of me but there’s still a lot more that I haven’t chosen to share with anyone.

The past couple of days I have done funny blogs because craziness and laughter is so much a part of me. The reason behind my craziness and laughter is not funny at all, though. Difficult times lead people to cover up the hurt by masking the way they really feel. Making people laugh keeps me from having to talk about serious things that hurt me deep. There are a few things in my life I have never written in a private journal or done a blog about. This post is about one of them.

Most people know about how I was made fun of in high school. If you don’t, you can go back and look through the few posts from last year where I talk about it. What they don’t know is that sometimes being at home away from school wasn’t much better.

From the time I was a young child through most of my teen years, I lived with my mom, dad and brother. My brother has been deaf since shortly after his birth. He was 10 years older than me so it was a couple years before my pre-teen years when he started to get interested in alcohol. When he would drink a lot, he would get really silly and crazy. I didn’t know what to think about that, but I would soon learn to prefer that.

The problem came when my brother would get really drunk and want to drive. My parents would then try to hide the keys and tell him no. The once silly drunk would then turn very angry, very violent. He would start picking stuff up and throw it across the room. He would hit on my parents and yell and scream. I was so scared he would hurt himself and/or my parents. I would try to call the cops and my mom would tell me not to cause she didn’t want my brother to go to jail. There were a lot of times where I would hide in my closet and cry and pray to God that he would calm down and fall asleep. That everything would just end. I dreaded the nights I would be awakened at 2 or 3 in the morning with the squealing tires, the yelling, the beeping of horns. That meant my brother was home and he was drunk. That meant the next day I would be going to school tired and depressed about the night before only to get made fun of and threatened. I just felt like my life was just one thing after another of pain.

I remember him hitting the kitchen pantry door so hard, he made a hole in it. The wall by the staircase has a hole covered by a picture now. What made it worse is that I could see the blood from where he hit things so hard, his fists bled. I saw him push my mother down to the ground. I saw my mom cry tears of pain, made worse because this was her only son hurting her. I saw my brother chase my dad through the front yard with a huge knife. I saw my best friend scared to death and crying when she just happened to be spending the night when he got home one night. I was so embarrassed that she saw that and I was also scared for her as well.

I took a Careers class at the high school I went to to finish early. Most of the kids at that school had tried drugs or alcohol before and they were literally dumbfounded that I hadn’t. They seemed to think drinking was cool, but I didn’t. Of course I didn’t think it was cool. When people talk about it being cool, all I can think about is my brother and all the things I saw. They are like flashes in my head, flashing in and out, reminding me.

And it wasn’t just the anger that scared me. My brother overdosed on alcohol a few times and had to have his stomach pumped. He got into an accident once where he ran into a gas pump(can’t remember the exact word for it). His car turned off right after he ran into it. If it hadn’t, he would have died. Knowing that my brother almost died several times due to alcohol scared me to death. When people around me told their drunken stories of passing out and how to them, it was so funny, I couldn’t help but feel anger. Don’t they know what alcohol can do? Don’t they know my brother almost died several times due to it? Don’t they know my brother hurt my mommy and my daddy? Don’t they know my parents could have been severely injured or killed due to my brother thinking it’s FUN to drink?!

There are times still today, I get angry at people thinking it’s fun to drink. I don’t think drinking is something to be taken lightly. I admit that I have drank a few times in my life as an adult, but I honestly don’t care for it much. It doesn’t taste good to me. A hangover is not fun and what’s the point? To me, it’s not worth it. I know a big reason that I will never take drinking as something fun the way others my age do is always going to be because of my past experience. What happened will ALWAYS be in the back of my mind, every second of every day.

My brother is now married and he hasn’t drank in years. It’s been probably a decade since any of this happened and I am so thankful he finally stopped. I hope to God when I have kids someday, I can tell them a part of my story and it will make them NOT want to make the same mistakes he did. I hope this does not become something that is hereditarily passed on.

I know not everyone reacts the same to alcohol but I think everyone that drinks should take a look at the reasons behind it and realize if they’re well founded or not. I don’t want to see anybody I love and those they love lost to alcohol related accidents. I love you all!



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