In Memoriam

Tonight, I am sharing a Michael Jackson memory. I feel this is the best way, I know of, to say goodbye to a wonderful artist.

Now I never had the honor or privilege to get to meet or see M.J. in concert. None of that mattered. He always,through his music, attended (and still will) many a wonderful dance party.

Nothing can get a party started like P.Y.T.

This genius not only influenced the way we danced, sang, and styled our hair. Oh yeah, when people saw Michael with a curl, the black hair salons were full of us trying to cop' his style.

Well let me tell you, Mr. M.J. also influenced the choice in my first boyfriend. Let's take a trip down memory lane to fully understand........

It was the Spring of 83' (now you know I don't remember if it was the Spring or Fall,but it sounded good), I was in first grade heading home on the school bus. I remember this boy from my class turned and looked at me. In my mind it was slow motion and then he said RMG sit next to me.

As I shimmied my way to Louis Starr. Wasn't his name dreamy? Okay I digress, I instantly fell in love when I saw that he was wearing a replica Michael Jackson red leather jacket. Yes, I believe it was the Thriller version.

I believe that romance lasted all,ummmm, the way to my house.

And that's all she wrote. That was my Michael Jackson memory.

Thank you Michael for all the great memories and future ones to come. Your legacy will live on.

Peacefully,

~RMG

Picture Source:http://blog.nj.com/entertainment_impact_music/2008/02/large_thrill.jpg

**WARNING!!!! This is not a nice blog***

Seriously. I am not sure I even know how to start this blog,cause I am really irritated that I am not being heard. Or when I am, it is being considered nagging/bitching.

Here's the problem and it's an old problem that's being revisited. I was always told that when you get married, you marry their family also. Well it's true.

And the addition to our marriage is in my face at least 2 to 3 times a week.

Yes, DH's brother is at our house 2 to 3 times a wk (sometimes more), playing Halo, eating up the food and talking non-stop. At this point I am not even trying to be nice anymore. I have a problem with anyone being in my house this often. I just don't think it's fair that my freedom of peace, quiet and nakedness is jeopardized.

However, when I say something it's considered bitching.

Now that the gloves are off, I don't care. I have the right not to see someone this often...in my house! I get very irritated that his brother has a sizable savings, owns his own business,but still lives at home. Yeah and his 25. I think something is wrong with this picture. I think only a few people, at this age, should be allowed to live at home.

One of them being MRDD. Although, many with MRDD can make it to independent living. So why can't he? Good question.

He had the nerve, when I asked him (the brother) about a time frame of when he thought he was going to move out, to shrug his shoulders and continue to pay attention to the Halo game.

Awww hell naw!

I am over his complacent attitude. And, I am tired of my husband being an enabler by allowing him to come over here and mooch off our shit. Sad thing is, his brother earns more than both of us,but continues to live with his parents. Hmmm, maybe something is wrong with him.

I guess DH is falling for the fact that he is driving around looking into apartments.Basically he talks a good game, but ( I believe) has no intention of following through.

I believe that his brother is going to be the death (sorry not literally) of this marriage. We are always in arguments over this crap- and I am tired of it. However, I am done speaking to the husband about it. I am going straight for the jugular. Hope their ready. If not, too bad.

Now I need some chips, damn them.

The Always Truthful,

~RMG

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