That’s right. We have another guest at the inn. Poops has moved home. I couldn’t be happier because she’s my baby sister AND I’m secretly hoping to relive this moment again. Only maybe I’ll get to do it this time.
Before I go further. Is this not a great shot of Queen? Who doesn’t love a grown man in a “Flash” t-shirt jumping as high as he can?? You stay classy, Queen.
Anywho, the Poops is a great sport, as that post clearly dictates, & truth be told I’m glad to have another sibling in the house. We are actually the only two out of our four-pack who haven’t lived together yet.
If only I’d known when I’d lamented in the past “I really wish that Poops & I had that time together” that that time would equate to me moving home at (almost) 28 years young to fulfill our destiny. There’s sarcasm in there. But really, I am sincere and so glad she’s back!
That’s neither here nor there though.
And as a side note: I CLEARLY did NOT act my age this weekend. I will not humiliate myself enough to go into the details but I’ll say this…I am a horrendous darts player and it worked to my severe disadvantage. Bummer. Case closed.
Random thought: I feel bad for MJ’s kids. Here are my reasons:
1) Their daddy, no matter how great to them he was, was not a normal, healthy individual. Did he make AMAZING music like this old school peach that still gets me out of a chair and on a dance floor in mere seconds? YES. Is it healthy to make your children wear SARS masks out on the town? Not so much.
2) He named two of them the same name. Prince Michael I & Prince Michael II. Sadly, his way of fixing this was to nickname the latter “Blanket.” Honestly. Thankfully there wasn’t another boy after that…he might have been called “Pull-Up.” Tell me that the school these kids will now have to go to won’t have children mocking that.
3) His daughter’s name is Paris. Look at the other Paris’s you know. Hilton: not. so. good. Paris from the movie “Troy”: biggest. wuss. ever. That’s all the Paris’s I can think of. I don’t think I need to elaborate more. I will say, she’s beautiful…hopefully the Jacksons won’t screw her up.
4) Debbie Rowe. ‘Nuff said. This woman births them and jets with her cash. And now she wants them? I’m really not sure what the lesser of two evils is in this situation.
So…confession. This post wasn’t supposed to be about MJ and his kids. But I found myself with a slight case of writers block after the first bit and succumbed to US Weekly. Which is where I discovered more of the same MJ material.
More thoughts provoked from US Weekly:
I feel awful for Jennifer Aniston. When will she find love? When will the press stop hounding her for having (frankly) awful taste in men? When will she end up back with Brad Pitt because he realizes that having fifty-eleven babies with Angie wasn’t really what he signed up for? I hope soon…sistah friend…she’s had a rough time!
Why is a Jonas brother engaged? Is he not a fetus still? Are they friends with the Hansons? Just wondering.
“Dance Your Ass Off” Jury’s still out folks. Not sure how I feel about this yet. Any thoughts from the peanut gallery?
Beyonce. You’re awesome. We’re over you–for now. Please go be married to Jay-Z for a while and give us all a rest from your crazy dancing. Puh–lease!
“Bruno”–not hearing good things. “The Hangover”–best movie of the summer.
Ok….enough of the ramblings. Sorry for such a random post, but honestly, I was trying to combine two of my favorite things into one. “US Weekly” and DWC. Maybe I should start a publication: “Down with Cantaloupe Weekly.” Probably no one but my dad would read it though.
Since I feel like he may be the only one reading. My mother hasn’t even hopped on the train yet. She’s terrified of “the Internet.” But not AOL….sssshhhhhh, no one tell her they’re the same thing. 😉
Happy week tomorrow and I’ll talk to you soon!!