June 25th

A lot happened yesterday:

1. Farrah Fawcett died... not really going to lie, about all I knew about her is she was a Charlie's Angel for one year... does surprise me that it was for only one year. She made hair history with the feather look. And I discovered she had been married to Lee Majors.. THE FALL GUY!

2. Michael Jackson died... the news flew through the halls of my workplace. My boss came into my office and said, this is what people felt like when Elvis died! Okay.. people, I mean... Michael was a legend, the King of Pop... but ELVIS? I am not really sure what people felt like when Elvis died, but for some reason I am going to believe it was different. I do know what I felt like when Princess Diana died, and I was much sadder with Diana died... perhaps that is weirdness on my part. Pol and I spent the better portion of last night watching Michael's old videos on youtube (thank the Lord for youtube). I had forgotten so many of the songs, but yet as soon as I saw the videos I would instantly remember. I wasn't a huge Thriller fan.. video scared me.. and still does. Michael made history, the glove, the jacket, the Pepsi commercial with the hair on fire, the moves, the crotch grabbing, wacko jacko..... it's all part of him. As many, I will choose to remember the early Michael, but the scary Michael is part of who he was... and what made him. I will not be surprised when it comes out he has been frozen and this is all part of his comeback tour.

3. We picked our first cherry tomato in the garden. We love doing a garden, but rarely does it do overly well. This year, thanks to Jon and Teri, it looks like it is going to produce like crazy!


4. The last thing that happened yesterday... Liam locked himself into the bathroom. I was on the other side. Bath tub water was running. Pol was not home.
Let me break it down for you.... I started Liam's bath.. with bubbles, he has gotten over his fear. I went out to the kitchen to put away dinner dishes. Pol calls and says he will be on his way home soon. I hear Liam talking to the bubbles in the bathroom. Then I don't hear Liam, so I walk over and see the door closed, not odd... he likes to open and close doors. I try to get in... it's locked. IT'S LOCKED.... AND WATER IS RUNNING. I am still on the phone with Pol and I totally freaked out. Pol goes "Break it down". Really... REALLY? My 130lb self is going to break down a solid wood door. I hang up on Pol and I attempt to break down the door... doesn't even move. I call Rob and ask him where he is.. he says, Pol just called and I am on my way. Because Rob and his 150lb self is going to break down the door. I keep talking to Liam who is still talking about bubbles. I have this great fear, THIS will be the time he decides he wants to get into the tub himself. So I keep talking to him. Then I decide maybe I can remove the doorknob. I go and get a screwdriver and begin to chip away the 80 years of paint over paint jobs dried to the door, knob, and lock. I finally get two screws out... and start to jiggle the heck out of the knob.. and Liam opens the door (he must have figured out how to unlock it, because my handy work didn't do it)... "hi momma" he says. OH MY GOSH... people I was FREAKED OUT. I call Pol and Rob and say the emergency is over. But my heart did not stop pounding until about an hour later.
Here is the door.. guess we will need a new one. I literally could peel the white paint off, there were so many layers! Under the door is the actual lock. I couldn't even get to the lock's screws.. so my thinking was if I could get the door knob off I could unlock... good thing Liam unlocked it, I think my plan had some flaws.