We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
A couple of years ago I was walking down the hallway of my high school with my little sister, mocking the inspirational posters that hung on the walls.
“Always remember, Jess, ‘Everyone has the potential to be great,’” I read with feigned seriousness.
“Well yeah,” she said after a moment’s thought, “everyone except Michael Jackson.”
Jess is too young to know much about Mr. Jackson aside from his plastic surgeries, public trials, and oddly attired children. I myself only discovered the music behind the man after I went to college, but I have many fond memories of rocking out to “Billie Jean” at dances and, more recently, of singing along with the Jackson 5 as Micah and I drove up and down Oahu’s windward coast.
The other night a friend suggested having a Michael Jackson themed party to commemorate the man and his music and for some reason I woke up thinking of what I would do. So far I’m stuck on playing Karaoke Revolutions because earlier this week I was walking by a store and “Billie Jean” was playing and I suddenly knew we had to have a KR party if only so we could sing that song. But besides that, I haven’t a clue.
So now, dear reader, imagine for me please what your Michael Jackson party would be like. Then tell me so I can rip it off.
umm, mine would probably involve a thriller dance-off (or instruction).
wow. let's hope this was more than just a couple of years ago.
totally a thriller theme for sure.
or the different stages of Micheal Jackson during his life, through dress up? could be fun?
for some reason i picture everyone wearing only one glove… maybe the invite could be a glittery glove. yeah. i like it.
Hmmm… I don't know about the Michael Jackson stuff, but that Karaoke Revolution party sounds like fun…
Good Times.
Karaoke Revolution sounds great… I always like to celebrate through food, but I'm having a tough time coming up with MJ themed fare. Admittedly, I don't know that much about the Man or his Music. Maybe pop rocks could feature in there somewhere? Or those popcorn filled gloves symbolizing the icon? I'm grasping at straws here. A retro-dress code would be fun, though.
Well I am in love with the glove invite idea and only wearing one glove throughout the party…I'd definitely stick with a BLACK and WHITE theme…in dress and food. Oreos, milk…you've got it made.
Hilarious! Earlier this year a bunch of the teachers danced to Thriller at the end of our second grade program as a sort of "treat" for the kids. I'm sure they loved it! But I suppose Thriller would have to be a part of my Michael Jackson party though I'd much rather Karaoke to it than dance… I love the glove idea.