Nothing but Song

  

I got my grades back for last term.

I got a C+ in Biology, a D in Advanced Comp (totally deserved), a B- in History of Japan (o.O), and B+ in Marketing, for a grand total of a 2.68 GPA.

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And OMG, I saw my new phone on TV last night: a Helio Ocean. Say it with me: oooohhhhh. I wanted a Sidekick, but I’ve heard too many bad things abt. it.

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It’s amusing how your childhood creeps up on you in the weirdest places.

I was reading this article on ONTD about the girls bullying Shilpa Shetty on Celebrity Big Brother. The OP included a picture of Jade Goody, and in the comments, someone called her “miss piggy’s human incarnate.”

I thought that was an unfortunate observation, because Miss Piggy would chew up that bitch and spit her out, know what I mean?

The Muppets were my absolutely favourite cartoon when I was growing up. I even watched the Muppet Babies spinoff religiously. As such, Miss Piggy was my favourite. Girl didn’t take shit from NOBODY, and she loved Kermit with all of her heart. There’s something so endearing about that, and I knew that even from a young age.

I think some of my sassiness comes from growing up with her. Frank Oz said, “She wants everyone to treat her like a lady, and if they don’t, she’ll cut them in half.” That’s me, pretty succinctly.

Anyways, my cousins and I hated to be away from each for long when we were kids. That’s obviously changed, but that’s what growing up will do to you. hahaha. They lived in the Bay Area, and I lived in the armpit of California - a little farm town called Modesto - which was an hour away or so.

So one day we schemed to think of a way to keep me there so we could have a sleepover. Upon further pondering, our sleepovers weren’t terribly interesting, more of an excuse to spend more time together.

We had spent the whole day at my grandpa’s house for some celebration or another (I forget what now), and it was getting to be dark. My dad hated (hates) driving in the dark if he can absolutely help it. So when my parents made the announcement that we were leaving that was our cue to say our final goodbyes until next time.

Our scheme was this: we took my Miss Piggy doll that I had brought, got her wet in the bathtub and dumped her in the dirt in the front yard beneath the mailbox, getting her incredibly muddy in the process.

Our reasoning? If we got her dirty right before we left, I’d be forced to stay behind to clean her up, because I couldn’t very well go home without her, now could I?

Of course, my parents have seen and heard every lie in the book, so the adults gave me a plastic shopping bag to hold my Piggy doll in.

All I remember was pulling away from the curb and pouting and hating my parents as much as a wronged child would at that moment, seeing my cousins standing in a line, waving goodbye to us.

Like I always say, I was emo before emo was cool.

Doing a Google search for Miss Piggy doll, I wasn’t sure I was going to find her. But I did! She looked like this:

And this is the description that came from Nancy’s Collectibles about it:

This is a Jim Henson’s “Baby Miss Piggy”. She is dressed in a Christmas red velvet dress trimmed in white lace at the neckline. She is wearing a matching red velvet bonnet that is trimmed in white “fur”. She is in very good condition; no tears or stains. Her left hand is missing the thread that makes up her fingers, therefore, she only has a pinkie and thumb on that hand. There is a fabric tag attached to her body which states “1987 Henson Associates, Inc., Baby Miss Piggy is a trademark of Henson Associates, Inc. She measures 8″ tall in a sitting position.

I think I have her in storage somewhere. If my mom gave her away, I swear on the high heavens I’m going to cry like a little emo kid.

And I love this ljsecret…

?: “Does your childhood creep on you sometimes?“