Do You Remember the Time? (this is a really clever title if you think about it a minute)

Jaque-o and his family have been visiting this week. More to come.

Anyway, today we went to the beach. We walked in the door around 8:15, and I checked the computer. I don't know why...maybe it was because of the habit I developed long ago when kids were overly tired and they had to get ready for bed and I tried to run and hide somewhere. It didn't work then, but it's really working for me now.

I digress... I check the computer. The King of Pop was dead. I yelled out to the household (without regard for the feelings of others) MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD. Gasps ensue. And then I read the article that accompanied the headline. It stated that people would remember this day forever, that they would remember exactly where they were when they heard that the King of Pop had died, like unto when JFK was assinated.

So I thought I might share. I did a poll. This is where everyone was when they found out Michael Jackson, the King of Pop was dead:

Mommacita:

In front of the computer hiding like a baby.

Jenny:

Running up the stairs to fetch jammies

Ben:

In the bumbo.

Gracie:

Laying vertically on the stairs, moaning about how she didn't want to put on her pajamas and that she would just sleep there. Her head was on a different stair than the rest of her and was cocked to the left so it would fit on the stair. You know, like a pillow. (Just for the record, I had just asked the two girls if I could help them by doing eveything for them (all they had to do was lay there) and wailing ensued. Thus the hiding.)

Jake:

In the kid's bathroom, with Vulcan grip on a screaming Sophie trying to force her to brush her teeth.

Sophie:

In the kid's bathroom, in her father's Vulcan grip, squeezing the bubble gum flavored toothpaste as hard as she could so that there was a soft serve sized blob of toothpaste running down the side of the tube. Oh yeah, and she was vehemently defending her right to do it herself.

So yeah. That was where we all were when we found out the King of Pop was dead. And I kind of wanted to document it, even though I'm sort of ashamed of myself.

It appears that MJ loved purple AND kitties. Booyah.

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So ya. I'm dying to know, but only because it's like unto the JFK assasination. Where were you?

PS. Tonight we sat around the TV and watched MTV's continuous looping of Michael Jackson videos. We had so much fun remembering our lives as each song brought up memories of what was happening when the particular song was popular. I loved watching him move. He was a truly talented and gifted soul. Rest In Peace MJ, and teach Timmers to dance by the time I get there, would you?