Are you, YOU?

Michael Jackson's latest release, Hold My Hand, (featuring Akon) got me thinking about the diverse interests and likes the world consists of. How the old cliche, "One person's garbage, is another person's treasure." does ring true. Opinions make the world go round; how we view life, the people we surround ourselves with, God forbid, our parents, and our very DNA all determine what's on our playlist, the car we drive to the clothes we wear.

I have never gone with the flow or pretended to like something just to fit in or make myself look good to someone else. I am a very serious LOVE or HATE woman in all aspects of my life. I like what I like and while others may influence that to some degree as they help open up my world a bit, I have no problem sharing those likes/dislikes no matter the reaction.

I have always loved MJ. I grew up listening to the Jackson 5 and wore out more than one cassette of Thriller as a preteen/teenager. I am not a huge fan of any mainstream music, but Michael's music always made it into my day. I had the "glove", jacket, T-shirts and posters. I did the moonwalk with no finesse whatsoever. I sang at the top of my lungs that Billie Jean was not my lover. I cried when I watched, This is It.

I won't even pretend one iota that I knew MJ to any degree, media coverage or not. Was he a very very odd man, yes. Did he put himself in situations that caused much ado about serious subjects, yes. Towards the end of his life, he did not look one itty bitty bit like the Michael Jackson I grew up admiring. Does any of this change the talent, the sheer natural talent this man had a songwriter, singer, dancer and all time Pop icon of my time? Nope.

With all of today's false fluff and entertainers trying to be so different (yet all looking like a bunch of complete idiots), I miss the old days of true talent. I miss Michael Jackson, I truly do.

Michael Jackson, the true King of Pop

I'm bad...

Got Cute?

I do! Who can have a bad start to the day with these guys around?

Spencer only keeps me around to cut the crust off of his bread but I'm ok with that.

Pistachio or Heavy P to his tank-mates.

Hasta manana!

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

Sleep. Who doesn't like it? There is nothing like that feeling of climbing (or falling if it's been one of THOSE kind of days) into bed after a long day and doing that super gigantic stretch that pops bones you didn't know you had. Cuddling with your honey (spooning is one of my favorest pastimes ever), hogging all the covers and drooling on your pillow. Ahhh, sleep is good, rejuvenating and a time to shut the thinker down.

Around here though, we do things a little differently. We, well, just pass out. See below.

Here is a planned sleep.

Aren't they cute all still and quiet like that?


Here is unplanned sleep.

Who falls asleep at the dinner table? This must be standard etiquette on the planet he came from.


Is he praying? Seriously, my cooking is not that bad.

This happens after 2 days of hardcore gaming. Our friend Ramsay fits right in.

It's after 3 am here and now it's time for me to sleep. Goodnight!