Truth Is: Little Malachy, the darling, wobbly Pekingese, won Best In Show at Westminster this week. This was his 115th best in show title. He’s such a precious little peanut!
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Truth Is: Me: “Just once, I’d like to be a dog handler at Westminster.”
Mom: “You’d be great. Animals love you. But—”
Me: “But what?”
Mom: “Well, you’d look lovely out there…until you trip and face-plant on the carpet in front of the judge.”
Me: “Great. Thanks.”
Mom laughs. I sulk…then laugh at the mental imagery.
Truth Is: The weather is seriously screwing with my sinuses. Can Mother Nature kindly make up her mind on what season this is?
Truth Is: Mom never ceases to amaze me with some of her out-of-the-blue sayings. The other day, in the middle of conversation, she blurts out, “Oh, holy Jiminy Crickets, I forgot to make my Jell-O.” Holy Jiminy Crickets?! She has never said that a day in her life! LOL
Truth Is: My Mavs are on a roll!!!!!!! Whoop! Whoop! Love watching them play!
Truth Is: NASCAR. Budweiser Shootout. Saturday night. I’m so there. Let’s go 88—rip it up.
Truth Is: Last weekend, music lost a legend. Whitney Houston’s voice was a once in a lifetime phenomenon. I’ll never forget the time my mom, dad, and I went to see her live in concert. She still had that powerhouse voice and put on quite a show, singing all her classics. I even remember our section winning the “shoop-shoop” contest. It was a great night with my family, watching a musical icon.
She personified talent--no gimmicks, no publicity stunts...just one massively powerful voice.
Though Whitney’s gone, her music will live on. I hope she has found peace.
I remember watching this performance live on MTV with my mom—it was probably my favorite LIVE performance she gave (apart from the National Anthem). If you haven’t seen it, take a listen when you have a second, and remember her for her God-given talent. Peace to you, Whitney.
Whitney Houston, Why Does It Hurt So Bad