I'm having a pissy day. I don't know that anything is particularly wrong (or right) I'm just not into being nice. I want to blurt out really inappropriate things. Like, I want to really like Beyonce and be bootylicious, but I mostly can't understand the lyrics to most of her songs and I'm tired of trying. On the plus side I do think she's incredibly beautiful if that lessens my "going to hell" moment there.
I also tried to watch the Grammys. I don't get the Grammys either. I don't know the people, understand some of the other lyrics, get why people put tape on their bodies or whatever the hell that was, hang upside down to sing or splash water all over everyone. I also don't get why everyone stood and applauded.
What did I miss?
And let me say, dragging M. Jackson's kids on stage - awkward and bizarre. Have they not been exploited enough? My mind wandered as they both spoke wondering about the choice to dress them like that, force them into speaking with "the Jackson cousins" while people (again) stood and applauded.
Maybe I'm not so much disgusted with what I saw as with the standing and clapping thing.
I'm also looking to kick the ass off of Roger Goodell (the NFL Commish) who chose to make the Pro Bowl the week before the Super Bowl. Really? I love All Things Peyton, however, we have an entire week of seeing him and the others on both teams before the game. I wonder what it was like to sit on the sidelines and watch the game, knowing that you wanted to be traveling to Miami with your whole entire team. Seriously... how much money could the NFL possibly need?
I also do not understand why people tweet every 32 seconds. Look, I like you, but cut me some slack. I don't need to know every thought you're having. Let's have a little mystery people.
And I also watched the flippin' SOTU address. HUGE error in judgment as apparently I am not quite sufficiently recovered from my tiredness to evaluate it as I did send my commentary to a friend who (wisely) suggested that I not watch anything political for a while. You know, he didn't say for how long. You don't think that was a trick or anything do you???
That's it from me and my cranky self. Tomorrow is a new day, filled with lots of new potential to suck the joy out of it.
ACK! I mean, to find the joy in everything. (Hoping no one saw that.)
Peace Out.
"I'm old enough and cranky enough now that if someone tried to tell me what to do, I'd tell them where to put it." ~ Dolly Parton

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