7 Random Reasons That I am Nothing Like Princess Ariel.

Blah blah blah.. this countdown continues... Blah blah blah...

Anyway

There's been a lot of comparison as to how I AM like certain Disney princesses, and I want to make something clear. I'm not like every bratty princess out there. In fact, I'm pretty much only like the two I mentioned. And, to prove my point I shall go on to provide 7 ways that I am nothing like the Disney princess Ariel.



However, I'll tell you I could come up with a myriad more reasons we're nothin' alike. I'm merely sticking to seven for the purpose of the countdown...

Anywhoes

1! Ariel thinks she can sing.
     I, on the other hand, know that I cannot sing. I do not claim otherwise, in the least. In fact, I would be the bird they're putting out of it's misery.

2! Ariel wears bikini's
     Actually... that's not even a bikini, that's a couple of seashells... I do not have a bikini body, nor would I wear underpants as a bathing suit if I did. Don't get me wrong, I don't exactly spill out on the beach in late 19th century bathing suit get-up. But I try to have a sense of modesty.

3! Ariel can swim.
     My entire life I've not been a very good swimmer. However, in recent year I have shown some improvement. I've learned how to tread water.

4! Ariel is a whiny little brat.
     Yeah, I know I have my moments. But seriously, I'm not that bad...

5! Ariel is tiny!
     I'm a Barbra-Jean type. I could crush her with one swing of my hips. Pretty much no exaggeration.

6! She lacks common sense.
     (In my notes for this post I used the word "stupid" however, I decided to use a nicer word... ) Anyway, did she really think that that witch octopus lady was going to give her what she wanted? In a nice way? I mean, frsrsly, what a fool!

7! She is a mermaid.
     Probably the most obvious. However, it's very very true. I do not have the body of a fish.

To those of you who love Ariel, and aren't partial to my "dissing" her in any way. I am sorry for you.

However, smiles and hugs and kisses and puppy-dog tails and unicorns and rainbows and butterflies and all things sickeningly happy.

The End.

8 Random Reasons why I am like the Disney Princess Rapunzel.

The countdown continues... blah blah blah. (As seen in previous posts.. look it up...)

Today I compare myself to the Disnefied Rapunzel. Obviously not the original Grimm Brother's story.. I'm not thirteen and/or have ever been pretty much raped and now pregg'ers with twins whilst my baby daddy is wondering the woods with his eyes gouged out.

(Yes, the story really does follow that general path...)

ANYWAYYSSS.......

*Cough*

Disnefied version...

1. Rapunzel is barefoot the entire movie. 
     Again, I feel this speaks for itself. Usually I'm barefoot or wearing sandals/flip-flops. And, if I'm not, I want to be.

2. She has a thing for the color Purple.
     It doesn't really take long to figure out I absolutely adore the color Purple. I wear it nearly everyday.. (I'm wearing purple at the moment actually...)

3. She talks to herself.
     I talk to myelf. My elf? Um, I don't have an elf... I mean self... my SELF. I talk to my SELF!! If I talked to an imaginary elf that wasn't there... *whew* then we'd have a real issue on our hands...

4. Her best friend is someone you can't see all of the time.
     Take that however you want...

5. She has BIG eyes.
     I have been told that I have big eyes. However, I've also been told they weren't THAT impressive. So I'll leave this up for interpretation...

6. She likes to paint.
     I really really like painting. Whether or not what I put my hand to come out pretty, I really enjoy doing it. I also get rather excited and adrenalated (<I made up a word.) when painting.. It's like a drug.. (No, it's not the fumes.. my paints aren't that strong..)

7. She is good with a frying pan.
     I've growed up in the country.. However, my first weapon of choice to actually harm a living person with would not be a gun. I choose... FRYING PAN! And, most likely I would already be frying up a piece of bacon or something in it at the time.. It's already handy, and ready to melt someone's face off.

8. She can be a real blonde sometimes, even though she's not a natural blonde.
     I'm not saying I dye my hair.. but I have one of those weird.. not brown not blonde heads... Sometimes I'm really smart. Others I'm an idiot...

And that be thats.

The End.

Merry Christmas.

9 Random Reasons I'm a girl misplaced in time.

The countdown continues... If you do not know to which countdown I speak, refer to my last blog post.

Today I want to explain how there is no way I belong in this day and age. Though there are many numerous reasons I shall attempt to only provide nine, as specified in the discription.



1. In comparison with all the other young ladies out there, I'm an old lady.
     From the way I dress, to the way I talk, to my expectations of others. Apparently I'm just too old.

2. My language.
     Not only the fact that I try to avoid using "idk" and/or "btw" but the foulness of language looming in the air nowadays disgusts me. It just sounds gross. Completely unrefined. And, a HUGE turn off... Many many more consider this a notion that's just too far gone for today's society, or just unrealistic, I say they're just dumb.

3. My morals.
     I am what many would consider "backwoods" and "old-fashioned" when it comes to many many many things. I have been called a "prude" multiple times.

4. Old people like me.
     I'm honestly not sure why on this one. But I know a lot of older people that really like me. It's too bad none of the have billionaire grandson's to marry off. 

5. My Ideals.
     AGAIN, many find it odd, old fashioned, and I've even heard it called "selfish" to want to get married, have children, and stay at home caring for said children. (In that order!) Ihonestly don't know how someone found that "selfish" but I have heard it called such.... 0.o

6. I would rather listen to a radio station playing old hymns than modern "Christian pop"
     It's true... Not that I really have anything against Christian pop. I just like old worship songs. I'm traditional like that.

7. I'm not going to ask a guy out.
     Even though I MIGHT have asked a guy to a dance earlier this year.... *cough* Sadie Hawkins *cough* Girls ask the guys *cough* (always a surprise)

8. I generally prefer old movies.
     From Fred and Ginger to Charlie Chaplan. I just prefer the oldies.

9. I wear a pocket watch, and carry a fan.
     It's true. I do. I've spoken of my fan club before.

And that, my friends, (all three readers) is why I do not truly belong to this generation.

Only 15 more days to NOT squeal.

It's that awkward time of year!

We have all purchased gifts for others, and must now act as though we have no remembrance of what we are giving them. Yet the urge to just tell them is too great! We cannot wait until that blessed Christmas morn!

How did our parents... er.. How did Santa manage all those years? To know what he was giving everyone and not be so excited that he just accidentally told everyone, tis an amazing feat indeed! Santa must be more amazing than I thought.

Personally, in my house, my Momma has been getting worse with this. Starting in November. She might start saying something only to cut abruptly saying "--uh, never mind!" Usually because she was about to say something about one of our Christmas gifts but caught herself.

It gets worse the closer to Christmas we get. It's not just my Mom though, it's all of us. Me, Dad, Mom, all of my siblings too!! It's like, once we have ready what we're getting somebody else, the excitement for giving them that gift is so much it starts to overtake us until we just can't NOT say that I got...

...

Wait, I can't say! I still have about 15 more days!!!!

THE END.