I Want to Dance With Somebody

In lieu of the passing of Ms Diva the 1st, Whitney Houston, I would like to let everyone know that 80s Whitney was the best Whitney.  Her extensions amazing, miniskirts extra short and flourescently magical, Whitney also can't be denied having the most beautiful teeth in the world.  I don't know how she died (Lord knows I have combed every online mag to find out) however, I feel as though we can chalk this recent death up to a mixture of drugs, exhaustion and generally failing health. 

It has surfaced in recent years (though speculated over many) that Whitney loved the drugs.  Coke, pot, pills.... you name it.  It's strange-- such an icon in American music history, freebasing narcotics and participating in other dumb antics.  Can we blame Bobby?  What an asshole he is.  The only redeeming quality he has is that he participated in New Edition.  Jesus help us.

I'm no longer shocked when famous people die.  Michael Jackson helped soften that blow--  I suppose the price of fortune and fame is an early death?  The starlets who have managed to escape the throws of papparazi (i.e. Julia Roberts, Harrison Ford, Reese Witherspoon) seem to always keep their heads above water and do so with the utmost decency.  Amazing and apparently almost impossible.

Quick fact-- Empire Records has an awesome soundtrack.

After several weeks of Chris' hard work, the two of us managed to paint and finish our TV room/den.  Chris built a gorgeous built-in, housing all of my books and chotchkees, complete with a lovely coat of shiny white paint.  Complimented by crown molding and a new coat of Bayou (soft grayish green) on the walls, the whole room looks awesome.  I'm very lucky to have such a handy and creative husband.  Slowly but surely, our house is coming together.  Next job-- nursery.