I have no idea when I cancelled our internet or our cable. I think it might be tomorrow, I'm not sure. So I can't promise when I'll be on the ole blog again, bear with me, I know you're all waiting with baited breath.
So Farrah Fawcett huh? How sad, yet maybe a relief for that sick woman.
I remember my gay brother as a young young man, coveted the poster, the Farrah Poster. He loved it so much my mom made him a Farrah/Birthday cake once. I've been hearing of other gay men who adored that poster, I love that she was so iconic.
And Michael Jackson? no. I always had hoped he would have found some kind of peace before he died (not that he's dead...as of yet). But that one, that one's going to hurt. My goodness that man has led a life of pain and strife. I never did believe that Jackson was a pedophile. My theory was the man was way too far gone to even have a sex drive. My guess is he liked kids, maybe even cuddled with them, or slept with them, or spooned with them, but I can't even see him pulling it together enough to have sex with them, or anyone for that matter.
Just a theory.
So I do know our internet is supposed to be hooked up in the new place on Tuesday and I'll be back at work on Monday anyhoo, so I can always update.
But wish us luck, it's finally here...time to move into our new HOME.