Music and Me

This is my favorite Michael Jackson song. I listen to music all the time, it is my guilty pleasure. People close to me would say that I might be a little obsessed. My siblings and I laughed, sang and danced to the radio all the time. So, naturally, songs bring back a lot of memories. My husband constantly asks me how I know the words to so many songs.

I was a big fan of the Jackson 5 and of course the "Thriller" days. I remember trying to do the moonwalk or robot or some kind of cool move that Michael Jackson did. This is where the laughing took place. The man could dance. And while his later years were tragic and CRAZY, I will never forget the memories I have because of his music.

"Hit Me With Your Best Shot"

This weekend we had a yard sale at our house. It was a hectic weekend but the neighborhood was doing it as well so we figured it would be the best timing for it. We stayed up late Friday night preparing and labeling. We got up early the next day to do more of the same and we continually re-arranged items for better sale spots. It's always amazing to me what sells and what doesn't. We borrowed these great clothes racks from a friend to use but we had so many clothes that we had to lay clothes out on blankets as well. The clothes on the ground sold a lot faster while the clothes on the racks were hardly touched. I had two clothing items that still had tags on them and I was asking a dollar for those items but this man wanted to only pay $.25. I was very proud of myself for sticking to my price and watching him wield to my assertiveness, ha ha. However, as the day wore on, I started to give in to the customers.

Two ladies who were speaking a different language started asking me for prices and grabbing 2-3 more items to include in the price, I quickly decided that it was better that they were bought than kept here for disposing of later, so I gave them the deal. Then, one of the ladies grabbed a few more things, sits down in my chair that I had been using and starts calling to me with a noise she is making with her mouth, a noise you would make to call a horse, click, click, che, che, che, che. I couldn't help but laugh! I couldn't believe it. Well, I think that they thought I understood them when I started to laugh so, they started laughing! I did manage to hear the other lady call her friend, "Crazy." I then said to her with a big smile on my face, "I hope you ladies have a GREAT day!"

We didn't have much longer to go when a friend of mine came by and I started chatting with her. We were standing out on the lawn by one of my flower beds when another lady came up to me and asked if I was the owner of the house. I quickly responded by saying yes and she points her finger at the one, big weed that I haven't gotten around to and says loudly enough for people to turn around and take notice, "THIS IS A WEED!" At first, I felt a little defensive and my friend and I looked at each other like, "Did she just say that?" Then, I felt the need to explain to her why it was still there because of course there is a good explanation for it and then I thought of several Sunday School lessons that I could tie into all of this, ha ha. Needless to say, that darn weed will be gone... tomorrow.