The Death of an Icon

It's all over the media. And I can't go without saying anything about it. It's definitely a moment that will always be remembered in history. He was our Elvis. Our Beatles. But sadly, Michael Jackson has died at the age of 50.

Let's take a trip down memory lane shall we?? Because let's all face it. Thriller is the record that has sold more copies than any other album in history. I remember watching the vide and honestly being a little scared of the zombies.

But I ultimately got over it b/c the dancing was fucking AWESOME. You know you've tried to do the moves. It's THE goto song when Halloween arrives. We would have the Thrill the World event every year if that dance/song wasn't so BAD ASS.


People wouldn't perform it at their weddings if it wasn't so BAD ASS.



Let's also remember that it produced SEVEN top 10 hits from ONE album. Crazy talent my friend.


When I was younger, my cousin and I would cut out square pieces of white paper and tape them to the floor in the hallway to try to do the Billie Jean video. Oh yeah. WE WENT THERE.



And of course thre was the glove. We bought a pair of white gloves. He got one and I got one. We begged our grandma to sew sequins on them, but she never would. And my cousin always got the "right" glove. NO FAIR! *pouts even tho it's 24 years later*



I also remember going to the grocery store by our house. We rushed over to the small video section they had and alas!! there was one copy left of HIStory. We BEGGED our grandma to rent it for us. SHe finally gave in. I guarantee you when we got home and pulled in the driveway, the car wasn't even in park before we just out of the car and awaited anxiously at the door to view our new found treasure that belonged to us for however many days the rental was.


I'm pretty sure the Smooth Criminal video was on there and i thought it was the coolest thing EVER. I remember us trying to lean as far as we cold without falling down.



So in essence a piece of my childhood is now gone. All allegations of his private life aside, the man was a global icon. A musical genius. A master of dance. Truly deserving of the title The King of Pop, may you know rest in piece.

Slightly Irritated

So Jason says he working overtime this weekend. WHICH BLOWS. He's basically working the ENTIRE weekend of my birthday. And he's working ALL of next weekend so there goes celebrating 4th of July with him but I already knew it was his long week so I was planning on spending it with my mom. But now he's working that Sunday as well. So basically the next available time for us to celebrate my birthday is Saturday July 11.

I am currently pouting in case you were wondering. lol

At least I get to celebrate with my girls tomorrow when we go see Mamma Mia!!! Can't wait!

Hugs for my Hubby

Last night after Matthias had gone to bed Jason and I settled for movie and popcorn time. But he's been real reserved lately. I keep asking him if he's ok, and he keeps saying he is. So I badgered him with the same question over and over. He finally said, "I just don't feel good ok?!!?"

I asked him, "Emotionally or physically?" He said, "Emotionally" I asked him why and he didn't answer, so I asked him two more times. He finally said, "I miss Rufus ok? I miss him a lot. I know Petunia is supposed to make me feel better but she doesn't yet. I like her, but it's not the same. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

SAD

So I just gave him a hug and let him put his head on my shoulder. I still miss him too. :o(

I have some bad news and some good news...

It's been a while since I've posted. We had a bad turn of events recently.

We took Rufus our Boston Terrier of 12 years to the vet because he seemed to have swollen legs and maybe retaining fluid. Turns out he had a massive tumor that was malignant and all of a sudden took a life of it's own. We thought we could get some meds and bring him back home. The vet informed us he was critical and wasn't sure what the diagnosis would be. He took some x-rays and called us back in the room. There was nothing we could do. It "hit him like train" and was undetectable. He recommended we put him down because surgery could not help him and he was in fact dying as we spoke. With heavy hearts Jason and I agreed that this was the best case for him so he would no longer suffer. I stepped around the table to see his little face so much more tired than he was not even an hour ago. His face pale and sad looking. I called him "Handsome" and told him I loved him. I stepped back and he stopped breathing. And he was gone.

Rufus was a Valentine's Day gift from Jason my senior year of high school. He was our first "child" my snugglebug, my lazy bones, my jogging partner, among other things. The house has a presence missing and it still sucks.

I wold like to take the time to say thank you to my friends who have been a valuable source of support. They've been there for me thru thick and thin and this time was no exception. I love yall!!

A couple of days later after a weekend of crying and moping we decided to go eat and we passed a group of people sellign some cute puppies. So desperately wanting to fill that void, I impulse purchased a toy poodle now named Princess Petunia Suzanne.

So it's a bittersweet scenario. I love our new puppy but we still miss Rufus. A lot of people say we gave him a good life and I truly truly hope we did. We miss you!!

no good things in my mailbox

So my mom has a subscription to this magazine called Country Living. I LOVE it. It's got everything so shabby chic. I yearn to have a home decorated like the ones they have in their magazines. Every time I go to her house i steal her magazine, completely disregard the fact that I have a child and sit in the corner and read it from cover to cover. Sorry kid. mom needs to drool over home decor. I guess my mom took a hint and got me a subscription for Christmas. Hooray!

Well I got the first 2 magazines just fine. I went to her house 3 Sundays ago and she had the new one. So I expected to get mine very soon if I already haven't. Well so far, I've checked the mail EVERY DAY and NOTHING. WTF?? It better not have gone in someone else's mailbox on accident. grrr...

Tuesday night

Was going along just fine. My brother called and said he was bored so he was going to come over. So i defrosted another chicken breast for him since I was in the middle making dinner. We ate and watched American Idol. I kept telling Jason to come inside from cutting limbs but he said he was almost done. I walked back inside to use the restroom when Jason came in right behind me. He said something that I couldn't understand so he said it again and this time I heard, "I think I need stitches"

So I grabbed my purse and out the door we went. Luckily I was able to leave Matthias with my brother. As soon as we turned onto Brodie Jason says," Get in the next lane." I was like, "Why?" He says again, "Get in the next lane" I look over and realize he's about to hurl. I dart over and pull onto the street to the right. Jason barely gets the door open and vomits for like 2 minutes. Nice. Unfortunately, some got in the car including (which I discovered today) on my purse. So we get to the hospital and get signed in. I finally get to use the restroom which helps me calm down almost immediately. lol Jason gets up to get some gauze as he's still bleeding and when he sits back down, he's sweating profusely and almost passes out. Poor guy. He can't handle blood. Thank God we are in and out in a about 4 hours which is pretty damn good for ER waits. He gets 5 stitches and has to wear a splint for 10 days. He did knick his tendon but did not do any permanent damage.


Here's a pic of his wound washed out before stitches....

Backed Up Day 2

So basically all day yesterday was spent trying to find the main line of our piping. FINALLY it was found and it was discovered that tree roots had grown into the piping causing it to clog. So it was decided to reroute the piping which entailed digging a 3 foot trench along the side of the driveway. The only problem?? It's dirt on the surface. PURE ROCK underneath. Those poor guys worked until 9:00pm. 

Here's the trench with the piping that will eventually go into it...


And here's the tub after the water eventually drained out. Don't ask me what the residue left behind is. I'm scared to find out...


So the guys were supposed to come back this morning and *hopefully* finish the job. *prays*

Backed Up

Yup. That's what's happening in our pipes at home. Everything is BACKED UP. Last night a few minutes after Jason and Matthias took a shower, I went to get in and there was about 2 inches of water that had never drained. Jason went to the store to get some Drano. He came back, tried to pour it down and plunge the tub. No dice. So i went to go use the other shower we never use and to my dismay saw that it was half filled with what seemed to be dirty toilet water (ew) and the toilet had complete overflowed. EW. So while we were trying to clean up the mess in the hall bathroom, by the time we got back to the master bathroom that toilet had overflowed as well. NICE. By that point it was 11:30 so I faked a shower and washed my hair in the kitchen sink (which seemed to be really slow in draining as well) and "bathed" with a soapy washcloth. FUN!

Now we're waiting for a plumber. lalala

Sometimes...

When it's quiet at night and Jason is at work, and Matthias and the dogs are sleeping and i'm wide awake all alone... I suddenly realize I feel like a different person. Like I'm not myself. i struggle to find my identity as I sit on my couch. I glance up at the pictures of my grandparents. My grandpa looking quite strapping in his dress blues. My grandma all dolled up. There's a note on the bottom of the picture to my grandfather. And once again harsh reality sets in. They're gone. And I can't physically talk to them anymore. I feel like an orphan. All of a sudden I'm 4 years old lost in the mall. I'm frozen. I can't move. I'm scared. People are staring at me as if I have a scarlet letter singed on my forehead. I don't know who I am anymore.

I want people to ask me how I'm doing so I an talk it out. At the same time I don't want people to ask me about it b/c I don't want to experience the pain. So I'm secretly mad that people don't know what I want. That i don't know what I want. And then it hits again. Because I don't know who I am anymore. I'm now Veronica. With Dead Parents. And it sucks.

Oh Jim how I miss thee...

My thursdays are officially ruined. i tried to not let it get me down last week. Well, I was too busy to notice. But Thursday TV orgasm night is no longer. Fucking TIme Warner/KXAN bullshit. i don't give a shit who's lying. FIx the Shit and Fix it SOON.

B/c I don't know how much longer I an go without Seeing Jim and Dwight squabble. I seriously may load up Matthias and head over to jason's parent's house and commandeer Jason's dad's mini tv in the garage (it's not hooked up to cable)