Tuesday, November 19, 2013

the real #JTDay



My seven-year-old self’s bathroom was covered in ‘N SYNC posters, you know, the kind you tear out of the middle of those J-14 magazines {are those still around?}.

My friends and I would carry them in folders and trade them at slumber parties. If you look hard enough you may be able to dig up some really embarrassing videos of us jumping up and down and singing “Here We Go.” I may be singing it word for word in my head right now.


In the middle of my poster collage, Mr. Justin Timberlake himself stared back at me with blue eyes and iced blonde hair. It was my favorite poster – I would never even consider taking it with me to slumber party trade-offs.

Then one day, I did something only big sisters can do – I pushed Clay’s buttons. Unfortunately, it was the wrong buttons because it caused him to run straight to my bathroom and rip all of my beloved posters off the wall.

Justin’s beautiful face was ripped right in two, and I cried. I remember taping him back together, but it wasn’t the same. So I decided I was going to recreate the poster with my drawing skills. However, the perfectionist in me quickly deemed the task impossible.

So I probably focused my energies on the best revenge for such a cruel act. I don’t really remember what came next, but I’m sure Clay deserved it.

What’s the point of all this? The point, ladies and gentlemen, is that my teeny-bopper celebrity crush of elementary school is still alive and well and wildly successful.

He did the impossible and survived Disney channel, a boy band and head-to-toe denim outfits to become the sleek and talented performer, actor and entrepreneur he is to day.

And I had so much fun celebrating #JTDay in his hometown today. It was even more fun seeing the graphic I made at all the Memphis hot spots.






This is Justin's mom, Lynn, accepting the proclamation from the city that today was indeed, #JTDay.

Congratulations to Megan for winning the bow tie contest last Tuesday. You are definitely a true fan – and you have made me want to watch Model Behavior real bad, which I also had recorded on a VHS tape as a child.


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