You’ve got to give a little, take a little,
and let your poor heart break a little.
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.

You’ve got to laugh a little, cry a little,
until the clouds roll by a little.
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.

As long as there’s the two of us,
we’ve got the world and all it’s charms.
And when the world is through with us,
we’ve got each other’s arms.

You’ve got to win a little, lose a little,
yes, and always have the blues a little.
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.
-Bette Midler

My Christmas Present

With her!

I just found out today, that my very Beautiful Teenage Princess is coming to Illinois to spend Christmas with us! As soon as she gave me the news, I immediately began crying. My heart just about burst inside of my chest into a million little pieces out of the sheer joy I was feeling!

My arms ache to feel her safely tucked within.

My bosom yearns to feel her weight as I hold her close to me.

I long to smell her hair.

I recall the feeling I had when I was forced to leave her behind in the hospital after she was born.  The ache that I felt every single day, every single moment,  that I was not with my baby.  That is what I have carried around with me for over a year now.

Hearing the news of her coming was like hearing the news that she could finally come home with me, that she was going to finally be released from the hospital. The gamut of emotions that ran through my body both then and now, are tremendous and overwhelming; and the exact same.

I simply don’t even know what to do with myself.

I might sit here and cry for a spell longer, please excuse the tear puddles all over the place.

Just slip past and ignore the crazy woman babbling like a baby……

I went. I saw. And, while I think it’s a cute meme and I adore Tense in all ways, that particular meme is just too much work for me. It did, however, inspire me in another way as it brought to mind my favorite spookiness of all time, Michael Jackson’s Thriller Movie/Video.

I recall when this first hit the airwaves. I had the album already and loved the song. Yes, kiddies, the actual vinyl album.

I know some of you out there know exactly what I am talking about. To my children, vinyl was only for sliding across my carpets on like a surf board. Oh yea, you betcha mom about blew a gasket when I saw that shit going on! Uh-hu. Anyhow, when this movie/video hit MTV (back when MTV actually played music videos, remember that?) I was in awe. Total and utter awe. I recall my girlfriends and I playing the video over and over and over and memorizing every move to the zombie dance so that we could do it move for move.

I know that I am going to regret even admitting this, but back then, in the days that Michael Jackson portrayed a semblance of normalcy, I even thought he was cute. Shaddup. I wanted to dance like Michael Jackson. I watched every video and I repeated every single dance move. The moonwalk became one of my signature moves on my own. I got really good at it. My children used to ask me to do it all of the time when we would dance around the house while I was cleaning and listening to my music. They appreciate Michael Jackson’s talent as a musician too, I am glad to say.  I am not speaking of his personal life, or the caricature of himself that he became as time went on. I am speaking of him in his heyday, I am speaking of his musical genius and the way he moved. He was spell binding to watch, still is, and always will be. Seriously, I always enjoyed Captain EO at Disneyland every time we went.  Yeah, ok, call me a nerd. Just keep in mind that I got my official nerd card revoked a couple of years ago so apparently my nerd status isn’t as high as you would think.  

So, in honor of All Hallows Eve, aka Halloween, please enjoy Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Have a safe and happy holiday all.

p.s.
The “hide & seek” part came in bcuz this damned video was so freakin’ hard to find! Omg. Srsly. Why not just let the people enjoy things?! Why must EVERYTHING come down to bullshit. Whatev. Discussions for another day.