Michael Jackson's Death Gave Me My Life

So, it's June 25, 2014.

Well, not really. I'm writing this in February, but scheduling it for this date. So it's February for me, June for you readers.

Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff.

Anyway, so on this day, five years ago, my life changed.

Michael Jackson passed away.

Michael was always in the soundtrack of my life somehow. He was in great company with BSB and Garth Brooks. I was listening to music when my sister told me he was in the hospital, and I was watching when his death was announced.His death didn't exactly hit me until that August, and then the devastation set in. I cried for days. I wrote, which is something I still do when I am distraught beyond belief.

However, his death was the catalyst for everything that is happening in my life now.

I met someone on a Michael Jackson forum, who became my best friend (and as of this writing we aren't really friends anymore, and I'm hoping that will change.). She was my lifeline through thick and thin, and I could always count on her to be there when I needed someone to talk to.

Through that wonderful person, I met the man who would become my husband, and a girl who is like my little sister. My husband and I didn't click at first, but then we did and the rest is history.

Through that man, I was given a daughter, who then gave me the motivation to become a self sufficient woman.

So when people say Michael Jackson changed their lives, please do not scoff, as it is possible. It happened to me.

Nick Carter Love Post

Anyone who knows me knows that I love the Backstreet Boys with every ounce of my soul. So in honor of his birthday tomorrow, this completely random post is dedicated to my favorite BSB, and my first crush ever, Mr. Nick Carter.

This guy right here set the bar for everything I wanted in the man I would marry. Now I went off track for a while, but I did end up marrying a blond haired blue eyed tall boy, who is addicted to video games and is pretty much a goofball.

I judge you if you like Justin Timberlake more than you like him.

I didn't like him just for his looks. I mean, yeah, boy was adorable, but I love his personality. I knew something was up a few years later, but I was too young to tell, and I was also in my Latin Music Love phase, so I wasn't paying much attention to what Nick was doing.

Still trying to forget this happened, actually.

 When he came out in 2011 and told Dr. Phil about his battle with drugs and alcohol, I fell in love all over again because he really turned it around. He suffered from a cardiomyopathy, but he changed his lifestyle and now the thing is virtually non existent.

I dare you to google before and after pictures.

The BSB gave us with a new album this past summer, and I went to their concert in Raliegh. Seeing Nick in person (didn't meet him, though, DARN!) was the best experience of my life. They're all great performers, but his enthusiasm is contagious. He knows how to work a crowd, and his stage presence is seriously one of the hottest stage presences ever. Go to YouTube if you don't believe me!

You shouldn't have to go to YouTube for verification, though.

On Twitter, the man-boy is hilarious. He is constantly promoting other people, ranting about his football team (but he will defend the hell out of them as well), joking with the fans, talking to his fiancee (they really are adorable together), and just being human.

November 23, 2013, the day the BSB Fandom got a name. And I got a BSB follow.

He's the example of taking lemons and turning it into lemonade, and I admire him greatly. He's getting married this year, and while young me is crying hysterically, adult me is wishing him the best in his new life.

Can't believe he looks better at 34 than I do at (almost) 23

You Know What Sucks?

Having an organization problem.

I've had problems keeping things organized ever since I was a little kid. I blame a teacher. She dumped out my messy desk in front of the class and made me feel like crap. By messy, it wasn't like old food and stuff, it was just paper. Old tests and the like.

I'm seriously hoping to get things under control when we get to the new place in T-Town, so I've taken to Pinterest to get some ideas. These were some of my favorites. If you click the pictures, it takes you to the original link =).

 

Seriously, one thing that I'm always having to look for is a cleaning supply. Someone's (me) always putting it somewhere else and then forgetting where they last put it. I love this idea.


Yes! I love this! No more having to find that pesky box with the wax paper or foil, because it's like right there! This is something I definitely want to use!


One thing I hate is a cluttered refrigerator. Something to think about, for sure.

 
Everyone loses their keys. Almost always at the moment you need them most. This thing is definitely going up in the new place, that way whenever husband (or I) loses the keys, I can say "your fault for not putting them in the key frame, dum dum!"


I am so excited to move. I really am. I have all of these ideas (curse you Pinterest) and I cannot wait to get started!

"I Was Too Busy..."

It's something we always hear. As an excuse, or as a regret, those four words always seem to pop up.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it to your birthday party, but I was too busy."

"I should have made more time for Grandma, but I was too busy."

Isn't it funny? We're ALWAYS too busy for something. We're too busy to say hi to Mom, or too busy to stop in at Papa's for a chat. We're too busy to stop and look at the horses that our children are fascinated by. We're too busy to stop in Nashville on a road trip, so the wife can admire the city that she once dreamed of taking over one day.

Hell, sometimes, we're too busy to be too busy.

Why can't we stop being busy for two minutes, and admire those horses? One day our children will be too old to be amazed by those beautiful creatures.

We need to give our moms a call. They weren't too busy for our crap, we can at least take ten minutes to listen to her.

Papa won't be around forever, to talk about the good old days. One day you'll wonder what really happened back in 1943, and he won't be around to ask.

Stop in Nashville, and let your wife sing there. It would be a dream come true, and she'll remember it forever.

Stop being too busy being busy, and start being too busy making these little moments count. One day, these moments will be gone, and all we're going to be left with is memories.

Why An Only?

It's a question I deal with a lot, which starts out like this:

"When are the two of you having another one?"

Answer: "We're not."

And then this is where things start to get fun. I will address the three main things I hear when I say that Ariel will be our only biological child.


#1 "You'll Change Your Mind."

Really? You really know this? How amazing, I've never met a psychic before! Mind telling me tomorrow's winning Mega Millions numbers, because I could use the money!

/sarcasm

I'm pretty sure I won't change my mind. Pregnancy was rough on me, mentally and physically. I have no desire to put my body through that again, much less my mind.


#2 "What if Ariel WANTS another brother or a sister?"

I wanted a pony when I was little, and I didn't get one. Why? A pony was impractical. If she wants a brother or a sister, it's something I'll discuss with her. I've considered adopting a child before. Not a baby, mind you, but that's a rant for another day.

Simply put, Ariel will not be lonely growing up. My family is huge, and lately my cousins have been reproducing like rabbits. My niece is two weeks younger than Ariel, and the two are pretty close. I know that moving her away from her cousins may not be the best, but as Ariel may be spending summers in North Carolina with her grandparents (still under discussion at the present time), she will not be short on family members her age to play with. Plus there's Brad's family, and his cousins who have children Ariel's age.

#3 "It's selfish."

What's selfish? Knowing that I can only handle one child being birthed from my body? Not wanting to change the life we've become accustomed to? Not wanting to go through the sleepless nights, constant diaper changes, and leaky boobs again? Yeah, maybe I am selfish, but it's not for a horrible reason. I like where my life is now, and we're finally in a routine again. Another baby would uproot all of that. I'm not doing it to be mean to anyone, but in the end it is my choice. And I choose not to have another child.