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I’m Just An Ordinary Girl

Filed under People, Things that piss me off by Jen on August 2, 2010 at 7:41 pm {47 comments}

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Or Why I Hate Miley Cyrus and her alter ego Hannah Montana

I have a seven year old daughter who watches the Disney Channel. Hannah Montana owns the Disney Channel. If her show isn’t on they are airing a commercial for her show, or for her movie, which plays all the time.

I don’t mind the show, it’s harmless enough. Now that Billy Ray has gotten rid of that horrible hair of his, I can watch it without gagging quite so much. He still needs to shave off his soul patch.

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I’m not sure what kind of message he is trying to send with that little bit of eww but it needs to go.

I don’t mind the show, I don’t have to watch it but I do have to listen to it. More specifically I have to listen to the video for Ordinary Girl every 15 minutes because Disney thinks seven year old little girls have the memory of a goldfish and must remind them often of Hannah Montana’s awesomeness.

I can’t embed the video, and that just makes me hate her even more. Sorry, if you want to see it (you don’t, trust me) you can go here.

Miley Cyrus is not an ordinary girl. On so many levels she is not, and never will be, an ordinary girl.

I’m just an ordinary Girl
Sometimes I’m Lazy, I get bored.
I get scared, I feel ignored
I feel happy, I get silly
I choke on my own words
I make wishes, I have dreams
And I still want to believe
Anything can happen in this world
for an Ordinary Girl
like you, like me
for an Ordinary Girl
like you like me

First of all she is the daughter of Mr. Achy Breaky Heart (I really wish I could embed this video). That mullet has got to be a horrible thing to live down, even if it isn’t hers, she’s related to it and that can’t be easy. So I give her credit there. Secondly, she has been in the limelight since she was a toddler and she has had her own Disney show for what …the past ten years or so. It sure seems like it’s been that long. Miley is not suffering with everyone else during this recession. If she wants to fly a jet to some far away place or buy some ugly shoes that cost thousands of dollars she can do that. I don’t begrudge her her fame and fortune, good for her for finding the key to making several million before you hit 20 years of age.

But don’t tell me you are just an ordinary girl.

When Miley Cyrus has her own seven year old daughter, and she will one day, and there is some new kid on the block whose videos and songs get played every 15 minutes and she has to listen to them because if she says her brain is going to explode if she hears that crap one more time that isn’t really being a supportive, caring and understanding kind of mom, then she can join the club of ordinary girls.

I’m just an ordinary Girl
Most times I’m Frumpy, I have chores.
I am broke, I am ignored
I feel bloated, I get moody
Surrounded by these turds
I had wishes, I had dreams
But now I don’t believe
Anything can happen in this world
for an Ordinary Girl
like you, like me
for an Ordinary Girl
like you like me

Not before.

Karma baby, it’s a bitch.

Someone Dreamed About Me

Filed under Huh, People by Jen on July 12, 2010 at 9:10 am {40 comments}

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And not in a creepy way.

I was going to post a picture of the dead things my cat killed and left on the deck, because I can’t identify them and thought you might be able to, but then I got this email and that bumped the dead things post.

I had a dream with you in it last night.

GPop, Son, and I were asked to go on a bus trip to the Twin Cities. The admin assistant of our area was driving. There was someone standing at the front of the bus, a la the movie Speed. Later that evening, we finally got to the bus stop, which was right outside the small restaurant you owned in downtown Minneapolis.

You came out to greet us, looking just like your arms-out-head-back picture. You told us that you thought our admin was a bad driver, so you were going to bring us a better chauffeur. You snapped your fingers, and the old Batmobile from the Adam West Batman series zipped around the corner and approached the curb. Just as it was about to pull up, a black Corvette zoomed up and parked right in front of us. The door opened, and Tom Cruise looked out from inside. He started to talk to us as though we should care what he had to say. He just kept talking from the passenger seat. I think his wife was driving him around.

The guy in the Batmobile kept checking his watch, but nobody was paying attention to him. I think you were getting irritated at Tom Cruise.

Then I woke up.

GDad, from Cranial Hyperossification, is one of my best blog friends. We have never met in real life, though we have talked about it. I’m rather impressed with this dream. I love that I could snap my fingers and conjure up the original Batmobile. I’m not really sure why GDad thought I had this kind of power but it has really made my day, and saved you all from the dead things post. I don’t usually remember my dreams, though occasionally I have written about them.

Have you ever had a dream about someone from the blogosphere?

Batmobile Spotted On The Set Of The Arthur Remake (cinemablend.com)
A Batmobile Retrospective: 1966-2010 (ridelust.com)

Observations From A Garage Sale

Filed under People by Jen on June 14, 2010 at 9:21 am {32 comments}

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I had a garage sale this weekend, actually it started last Thursday and ran through yesterday. Well, sort of yesterday. By Sunday I had had it and opened my garage just long enough to move everything around so I could get my car back into the garage. Anyway, that is why I have been MIA for the last week. Sorry, I will be around more this week.

Garage sales are a shit load of work in case you have never had one.

My neighbor was the one who started the whole garage sale thing. Not the WHOLE garage sale thing but the garage sale thing in my neighborhood this past weekend. She convinced me and another neighbor that it would be a good thing if we had multiple garage sales. She was right but still, it wasn’t my idea.

The people who shop garage sales are freaks.

Not the ones who just happen on a garage sale and pick up an item or two, but the ones who knock on your door because they want to be the first one to pick through all your stuff that is basically junk.

The worst part about these people is that they want to bargain. I didn’t price anything over $1, I wanted to get rid of my crap and I didn’t want to negotiate. They did.

I had a pair of brand new leather Harley Davidson riding boots that cost me over $100, for sale for $1 and yet someone wanted to bargain them down to 50 cents! And they wanted to do this bargaining on the first day in the first five minutes.

I told them no thank you. I wanted that extra 50 cents dammit.

I had a woman show up in a Mercedes sporting diamonds and designer clothes looking for cheap furniture so she could stage her basement for the sale of her house. If I’d had anything that could have been used for the purpose I would have gladly bargained with her but I didn’t think she wanted an over sized chair that my son found on the boulevard that had been sitting in my garage for the last year.

She didn’t.

I told her to go to Ikea, which she did.

Most of the people who came to the garage sale were women, heavily tattooed women. All very nice but some were missing teeth.

I don’t understand the men in this world who wear dress shirts with sweat pants, and there are a lot of them, at least at garage sales. What’s wrong with throwing on a t-shirt? Why a dress shirt? Are they news anchors or something? I’m confused.

There are people in this world who think it is all about them. I can’t tell you how many people drove through the alley, parked their car in the middle of the alley and then left their car door open while they shopped. I was hoping one of the many many cars that wanted to get past them would take off their car door but in Minnesota we don’t roll that way. We wait patiently until the horribly selfish person, who is obviously not from Minnesota, finishes and leaves.

For the last four days I have done nothing but stand in my garage talking to strangers. I haven’t had time to write, I haven’t had time to read. I have mounds and mounds of laundry and the dishwasher has needed to be emptied for the last three days. I desperately need to go to the grocery store.

The garage sale was not a huge hit, it rained the whole time. People still came to it but I’m sure if it had been sunny I would have gotten rid of a lot more junk.

I’m off to the Goodwill today.