Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Whitney Houston circa 1987
I would like to talk about my first dream job... to be like Whitney Houston. I would like to note that this is before I knew about drugs, I think before she did drugs and when she was bad ass and not bat shit crazy.
My Aunt Linny used to listen to Whitney Houston's self titled album all the time, and she would drive me around Wilmington and we would ROCK OUT.
I loved riding around in her Honda Prelude listening to Whitney. I was only 2 or 3 years old, but these memories still stick in my brain.
(my love of red, two door cars was established)
One day, when we lived in a townhouse in North Wilmington with my Mom while my Dad was stationed in Sicily, my Aunt Linny brought over a present. I'm not sure what the occasion was, nor why this happened, but I distinctly remember opening a present and receiving a Barbie doll named WHITNEY!
She looked kinda like Whitney Houston (I didn't know people were different races until much later... I watched a lot of Sesame Street and thought everybody was the same), and that's all I needed.
I would dance around with this doll and rock out to some Whitney Houston on cassette and on the television.
My favorite video and song (which still remains top 5 in my book) was I Wanna Dance With Somebody. I loved her clothes and how much fun the people were having in the video. I decided that that was what I wanted to be when I grew up. I think part of me still wants to be that way.
Julia informed me today that when I grow up and get bigger that I won't be afraid of balloons (bawoombs) anymore. I am still afraid of balloons, but I know that I'm not grown up... there's still hope!
I have always held a special place in my heart for Whitney Houston. There was a time when I wanted to meet her on the Mickey Mouse Club, too bad she went nuts and married Bobby Brown. I still rock out to IWDWS all the time, it's on my running mix and any party mix I make. My Barbies are gone now, or some of them are. I'm not sure where Whitney is? She may have been packaged by my dad (who had the job of making "Barbie Kits") for a yard sale. HAHA!
My sister had the Perfume Party Barbie and I later received the Ken from the same party... They were pretty sweet.