Just a Few

On a gorgeous Saturday, as I toiled with school work, these kitties kept me company. They perched by my PC monitor. You can tell one of em is kind of a wide load! :) His purr is as big as his hind side!

Anyway, once the school work was done, I headed out to enjoy the day. Splendid, spectacular day!

On of my stops was at a theatre to see Tyler Perry's "Why Did I Get Married Too?" Parts of it were quite good, because I saw improvement in Tyler's writing and direction. And I marvel at Janet Jackson. She whispers so when interviewed, like on Leno and Oprah, for instance--yet in this...something so different. Janet has mentioned this movie was being filmed around her brother Michael's death. I feel that you will feel her pain...I did.

I admire Tyler for all he puts into his movies, however there are times I wish he'd let somebody else direct and/or co-write the script, then Tyler could concentrate on his own acting. Just a thought. Oh, and I will say--at one point I had a big ol' smile on my face. If you go see "Why Did I Get Married Too" I bet you'll know when it was, because it just rocked me over. As did everybody in the theatre.

That's it for now. Just a few on this Saturday. The sun still shines and gotta go enjoy it some more!

Did you know...

I was part of Michael Jackson's posse? Yes, I was. Michael loved the way I made a peach crumble top pie. Sure. Michael would fly into DFW, with the kids, and come on over to the house. Yep. The kids loved my neighbors dogs. Would run and meet the ice cream guy as he jingled down the street. You bet. While the kids would romp in the fenced in backyard, my cats would watch them through the windows. Then Michael and I would sit on my patio, sip ice tea and take in the fragrances of the flowers in my back yard as we would chat and laugh. Sure did. Michael would get the grill going. Oh yea. He'd have his hair back in a pony tail and wear an apron that had "Smooth Criminal" embroidered on it--which by the way I did myself. As Michael grilled our burgers, he would repeat how he could come to Dallas and nobody knew he was there. OK. So, Michael, the kids and I chomped on burgers and other picnic fare. Really? The kids loved to throw pieces of their buns to the birds in the back yard. Even a squirrel would come only so far. Hmm. For dessert we'd have my peach crumble top pie with vanilla ice cream. Michael turned into as much of a kid as his kids as he dug into his pie ala mode. Uh-huh. Just peaceful for him. And a place where the kids were just kids. And just as quick it was over. Hmm. The SUV that had brought them to my house, was now back to get them. Michael and the kids piled into the SUV that was permitted to deposit them right by their private jet on the runway. Yea? I hugged all the kids saving the biggest hug for the biggest kid: Michael. I wanted him to take his "Smooth Criminal" apron with him. So when he cooked it would remind him of Dallas. WOW. Michael said he didn't want to. The apron would be worn only during those special times-like being in Dallas. And now those times are done.

Don't I sound like some of these people coming out of the woodwork and cracks in sidewalks to say how they knew Michael? It's all ridiculous now. Get the toxicology reports--Quick. Keep the kids with Katherine who should give them to Janet--Quick. And let Michael just rest in peace.

Quick.