It’s the Monday before Thanksgiving, my house is a disaster, and I should be cleaning since people are coming Thursday. But Wade’s asleep, so the vacuuming has to wait.
Can we talk about the American Music Awards for a minute? Oh, my word. When did I get so old? I was just mostly confused the whole time, because I was like, “Who is that?” and “What in the world are they wearing?”
I heard a Justin Bieber song for the first time.
Could have gone the rest of my life without that.
A friend tells me that he wrote a biography? Seriously? About his looooooong 15 years of life? Is it a board book with illustrations in primary colors?
And is it any wonder he won an award that was based on people texting in their vote? You know every 13 year old girl in America with access to a cell phone voted for him a hundred times. That was just kind of not fair.
What was with that Miley Cyrus song? “The only thing that our hearts are made of are the acts of forgiveness and love.” Gag!
And Katy Perry?
… Baby you’re a firework
…Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon…
Yeah. That’s some brilliant songwriting right there.
Christmas arrived early when Nicki Minaj showed up in this.
I’m going to the Christmas department in Walmart this afternoon to buy tinsel and ornaments to sew on all my clothes.
Then there were the Black Eyed Peas with “Time of My Life” that incorporates the chorus from the Dirty Dancing Theme “I’ve Had the Time of My Life”. I couldn’t really pay attention to it, because the music gave me post traumatic stress flashbacks to 1987 and Junior High School.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore Bon Jovi showed up, and I was relieved because finally there was somebody on the stage that was older than me. And because the lyrics to “You Give Love a Bad Name” actually make sense.
Then Dave came upstairs, and saved me when he changed the channel, because he’s a music snob, and he can’t listen to the drivel that is award winning popular music today.
I learned while watching the AMA’s that there’s going to be a Skating with the Stars. I’m a little scared, because that kind of appeals to me.
It’s no secret that I hate Dancing with the Not Really, Maybe They Were Once, What Show Were They On Again Stars. But I really like skating, so I might watch just for that. And it could be fun to see some of these people fall down. Kind of like how folks watch NASCAR just for the crashes.
This is getting kind of long, and you’re probably already sick of me, but one last thing.
I was home alone with the boys Friday night, and after they went to bed I was kind of bored, and thinking about this whole TSA thing where they get a little too familiar with you in the security line. So I made a video. Go watch it, because I dragged Christmas decorations, and everything up from the garage special for it.
I probably just make a fool of myself, but it was kind of fun, and I might do it again. So if I’m just embarrassing myself, and you want me to stop, you need to tell me. Also, I was completely sober when I did this. It’s probably a really good thing I don’t drink.