So. Susan Boyle.
So here’s what I want to know:
Yes, Susan Boyle (..and if you don’t know who she is, you’re living under an internet rock…) is AMAZINGLY talented. She blew the judges and audience away with her rendition of a Les Miserable song (my favorite one, incidentally) on Britain’s Got Talent. Yes she made them all look like asses because they judged her on her “frumpy” looks, and her age. Simon Cowell apparently has a heart and is human, blah de fucking blah.
The real question is this: Would anyone be giving it this much attention, (over 5million hits on youtube, many many appearances, international insta-stardom) if she were the typical 100 pound beauty queen with the same singing capabilities?
Yeah. I didn’t think so. You can tell since everyone is on about her getting a makeover and shit. OMG she wore a touch of leather and a dress with color yesterday! ALERT THE FUCKIN MEDIA! Oh, wait, they’re already there…
Question number two: Is the world populated with judgmental assholes who refuse to look past someones outer being to find inner beauty and talent? And when shocked to find such talent do they immediately seek to force that person into a more traditional “beauty” role?
Absofuckinglutely.
Good on ya, Boyle. Don’t ever change, not for anyone. Keep makin’ ’em look like the assholes they are.
(And if for some reason you DO live under that internets rock: see here.)
Life with PepperMist
I’m the first to admit that when it comes to my kids? I got DAMN lucky. They’re mostly good kids, and I actually ENJOY hanging out with them, most of the time. I’d like to take all the credit, but I’m not sure if I can – I just know that as their Mother it’s my right to do so. Hee.
Life with PepperMist, my 14 year old, is a never ending session of snarky fun and laughter and many, many days where I just shake my head and wonder. As amusing as I like to think I am, I couldn’t have possibly been as funny as my middle child.
For instance – here’s a few of the conversations we’ve had lately:
PepperMist: Don’t throw that fork at me!
Me: (tosses – laughing) You’ve been FORKED!
PM: AHH!
Me: (tosses more) And Spooned! And CANNED! And you DESERVE it!
PM: No! It wasn’t me! (grabs an empty picture frame) I’ve been FRAMED!
Me: … you win.
PepperMist: So, I have this theory…
Me: Uh oh…
PM: They say you are what you eat, right?
Me: Sure…
PM: Well if THAT’s true, than aren’t we all cannibals?
Me: …wha?!
PM: Because I am a people, my friends are people, you I’m not so sure about, your an anomaly – but if to become a people we must eat people, by definition we are cannibals.
Me: … you win.
PepperMist: So, my teacher asked me today HOW to tell the difference between informal and formal speech. I told him it was easy.
Me: Oh? Do tell…
PM: (takes on a very bad British accent) If it makes you want to read like this, then, good sir, it is most obviously and positively Formal Speech!
Me: … absolutely.
Peppermist: (reading over my shoulder) Who’s Mindy?
Me: A friend.
PM: You haven’t mentioned her much yet, she must be a NEW imaginary friend!
Me: She wears a white coat, and is coming to take you away!
PM: to DISNEYLAND? the happiest place on EARTH?
Me: uh. no?
PM: WAIT! Is she a serial killer? because if she’s coming to take me away, I really don’t think I could go with someone that Kills Cereal. I love my fruit loops too much!
Me: …
PepperMist: My hatred of feet has risen to a new level!
Me: …oh?
PM: Yes. My Anti-Foot Fetish is so bad that I’m going to CONVERT TO THE METRIC SYSTEM!
Me: …
PepperMist: I have decided that I am a Zombie! BRAAAAAAAINS. I’m gonna eat your BRAAAAA…wait. Sorry, forgot about your “condition”
Me: Excuse me?
PM: (HEAVESIGH) Blond Brainlessness. Absolutely NO NUTRIENTS there.
Me: … Poor child. Just remember the Zombified apple does not fall far from the tree…
Me to Mindy: Not a court in the world would convict me.
Mindy: She’s a Zombie. You can’t get in trouble for killing the undead.
Me: GOOD POINT!
PepperMist: Noooooooooooooo! I’m meeeeeltinggggg!
Me: That’d be the wicked witch, not a zombie.
PepperMist: Oh, in that case, YOU’RE meeeeeeelllllllllltinnnnnng!
Me: …
Now, don’t you wish you lived at MY house?
Easter Surprises…
So, I think I’m sufficiently recovered from my Ham and Chocolate coma to write about it now. (No not at the same time, the chocolate and ham, as that’s not really the same as chocolate covered bacon, which is surprisingly delicious no matter how gross it sounds. I would know, as my Mama gave me some for my birthday and OMG YUM, and I was very sad when it was gone. Could this parenthetical aside BE any longer? /Chandler Bing.)
Where was I? Oh yeah – the surprises on Easter. It was discovered once I went to the store, that the baskets I thought we still had at home had been eaten by the dog last year. Whoops. So the girls got together, worked together, and using PepperMist’s creativity, design, and yarn stash, built their own baskets. Pepper even FINISHED the Pup’s when she went to sleep, so that they’d both be finished in time. (that’s the heartshaped baskets in the picture – filled with carefully shredded and curled paper grass – and more candy than should be legal. *L*)
I know, I was shocked too. Sometimes, I think i can count the times they’ve gotten along and worked together on one hand! It didn’t end there, though, as on Easter Morning, once the Pup left to go to church with Nana, and I had gone to bed for my morning nap, PepperMist got a bright idea – she hid her sister’s new bunny.
I know, you’d think that was mean, right? Wrong! She then spent the time the Pup was at church writing out clues, shoving them into plastic eggs and hiding them. Once the Pup got home, I woke up to the sounds of both girls giggling and running and having a blast as the Pup followed the clues (sometimes with helpful hints from PepperMist) to find her bunny once more.
As noisy as they were? I could stand to wake up like that, to the sounds of them getting along, more often…
