a Micheal Jackson song!! I know you will all think I am super weird...and I am ok with that! For I have been in love with Micheal Jackson SONGS, since I was four. Yes four. Let's sidetrack for a moment and bring you to a small tack store in a small town of Cambridge, at about the age of 13. I was with my mom and she was looking for some reins for her horse, and I was parousing the....well, I don't know boots? Anyway, in walks a young man, and not just any man, but a beautiful, tall, dark and yes, handsome cowboy. Tight jeans, tight navy blue t-shirt, cowboy hat and boots.
Now, I must admit, I am NOT a sucker for cowboys, but he was exceptional. Because he was gorgeous. And, I was 13, so most guys over the age of 17, looked great!
So, to my surprise, this young, man, this cowboy, starts talking to my Mom! What?!! What should I do? Do I stay where I am at, frozen with teenage awkwardness and self concsiousness? Or do I stay brave, and nonchalantly walk toward them so my mom would, as predicted, turn around and say,
"Oh, here's Megan, you remember her right? It was a while ago, she's growing up so fast!"
And yes, that's the route I chose, and that, my friends, is what happened.
So, I smile and say hello, more like a mousey squeak that somewhat sounded like, "Hi."
And then it came...
"Yeah! I remember when you! You would put gloves on your hands and come out in to the living room singing Micheal Jackson songs...Thriller maybe? I can't remember, but I know they were Jackson songs. That used to crack me up!"
Crack you up? I put on my brave face and smiled and I'm sure said something like,"Yep, that's me!"
Oh my...
So anyway, then, to sum up my Micheal Jackson enthusiasm, 24 years running, one of my super good friends from high school calls me on Thursday as I'm driving back to my Mom's house and says,
"Megan! I had to call you and tell you...I just heard Micheal Jackson died! He was rushed to the hospital, something about cardiac arrest. I heard it on the radio while I was driving and I thought of you! Umm...don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad thing."
Then, a bunch of hilarious squealing laughter ensues, as we mourn the death of one of my favorite artists....
Here's to you Micheal.
Thriller
Now, I must admit, I am NOT a sucker for cowboys, but he was exceptional. Because he was gorgeous. And, I was 13, so most guys over the age of 17, looked great!
So, to my surprise, this young, man, this cowboy, starts talking to my Mom! What?!! What should I do? Do I stay where I am at, frozen with teenage awkwardness and self concsiousness? Or do I stay brave, and nonchalantly walk toward them so my mom would, as predicted, turn around and say,
"Oh, here's Megan, you remember her right? It was a while ago, she's growing up so fast!"
And yes, that's the route I chose, and that, my friends, is what happened.
So, I smile and say hello, more like a mousey squeak that somewhat sounded like, "Hi."
And then it came...
"Yeah! I remember when you! You would put gloves on your hands and come out in to the living room singing Micheal Jackson songs...Thriller maybe? I can't remember, but I know they were Jackson songs. That used to crack me up!"
Crack you up? I put on my brave face and smiled and I'm sure said something like,"Yep, that's me!"
Oh my...
So anyway, then, to sum up my Micheal Jackson enthusiasm, 24 years running, one of my super good friends from high school calls me on Thursday as I'm driving back to my Mom's house and says,
"Megan! I had to call you and tell you...I just heard Micheal Jackson died! He was rushed to the hospital, something about cardiac arrest. I heard it on the radio while I was driving and I thought of you! Umm...don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad thing."
Then, a bunch of hilarious squealing laughter ensues, as we mourn the death of one of my favorite artists....
Here's to you Micheal.
Thriller
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