It's My Birthday....!

You know what that means.

Start dancing. :-)

Shake Your Body - The Jacksons

The Moment I Fell In Love

I was four or five when Mom accompanied me to the Bad Tour at the Civic Arena in Pittsburgh. So I only remember two things from that night:

One: The "Thriller" set scared the cupcakes out of me.

Two: I decided "Heartbreak Hotel" was the best song ever.

This was the moment I fell in love.

On A Lighter Note....

Of all the music I've listened to and all the videos I've watched these past three days, this one brings me the most joy.

See if it does the same for you.

Have You Seen....?

I feel like my childhood's been snatched away.

If you were a fan, it's likely because you fell in love with him as a kid. If you're like my dad, you were amazed to see a little brown kid with a wide nose and perfect afro -- someone who looked like you -- singing and dancing on TV. You boogied to "Dancing Machine" at your high school dances, and "Thriller" was the soundtrack of your college years.

Or maybe you're like me. Maybe you were a child transfixed by the "Bad" video. You escaped to another world when you watched "Moonwalker" and "Captain EO." You learned the choreography to "Remember The Time," and tried to do the lean from "Smooth Criminal" without falling over. You were amazed at the people who cried and passed out at his concerts. And even though his skin was a bit, well, lighter, more so than anyone else you knew, it didn't bother you one bit.

No matter what end of the spectrum you fell on, Michael Jackson was one thing: Magic.

Which is why it's so hard to comprehend these last few days. Intellectually, we know every human is mortal. But the child in us wants to believe that the magic will never die.

It's been a weird combination of comfort and torture in listening to the songs and watching the videos. One one hand, it takes you to a memory of a happier time, bringing a favorite dance move back to your limbs. But on the other hand, it reminds you that time will always move forward, and that you can never go back. You can never relive those happy, amazing days.

We can't go back to that magical childhood -- the childhood that gave you every reason, dream, believe and imagine. And yet now, we're trying so desperately to hold on.

And that's why it hurts so bad.

Have you seen my childhood?

I'm searching for that wonder in my youth

Like fantastical stories to share

The dreams I would dare

Watch me fly....





We love you, Michael.

I Love The People I Know

Why?

Because they say crazy shit like this:

"You are so not old! I have a 76 year old coworker! She's the Faith-Based Coordinator, and I am sure she was chosen for that because she knows Moses."

Some Sisterly Advice.

I try to keep my Facebook postings family-friendly. So while I reaaaaaally wanna post this as a status, I'm posting it here instead...

"Ladies... Newsflash. You cannot fuck a man into a relationship. You knew what the deal was before you took your panties off."

Courtesy of BrownSugar28. You're welcome. :o)

Transitioning...

...that is what I've begun doing.

Jameil, I'm following in your footsteps.

Sorta.



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