MTV VMAs or Proof it's Time For Me to Grow Up

So, since I've finished my series of mini DIY craft projects, I've been feeling LAZY. Like don't-you-even-dare-ask-me-to-unload-the-dishwasher lazy. Like you're-out-of-black-dress-socks?-sounds-like-a-personal-problem-to-me kind of lazy. The hubby has been traveling so much for work; he was home for about 36 hours over the weekend and all I wanted to do was hang out and relax. Therefore we accomplished nothing. But after he left on Sunday, things got really exciting.

After I got home from dinner with a friend on Sunday night and since I was going-solo with the hubs on business, I was feeling quite bored. No great T.V. on Sundays (especially in this awkward, between-seasons time right now) until I came across this little walk-down-memory-lane from my teenage years.

I know I'm a little late on this recap of sorts, but here are some thoughts/takeaways coming from a 26-year-old watching the VMAs:

• Lady Gaga, you are creepy as shiz. Don't you know Jim Carrey already did the alter-ego thing at the 1999 MTV Movie Awards? You should.

• Is it just me or does Justin Beiber look like Elton John?

• Announcer: "Coming up, the world premiere sneak peek of Hunger Games" Me: Eeeeeeee! Eeeeeee! (trailer consists of nothing but the main character running through a forest) Me: Oh. Huh.

• Beyonce made the announcement she's preggers and I was squealing with excitement (like we're BFF and she's going to ask me to be the godmother). When I have a baby, if I could get a stage, a mike and some back-up dancers, I would love to reveal my pregnancy the same way she did.

• If I was 14 (or didn't have a husband around to specifically forbid things like this), I would definitely have a poster of Bruno Mars in my closet. Swoon! (His hair is a little odd, but I'll let it go.)

• Someone should have really told Lil Wayne that his performance had so many naughty words, about 80% of was muted. Also, his panties were showing. So there was basically a rapper on my TV running around in silence with visible panties. Not the way I had envisioned the show ending.

Bottom line: In more ways than I care to acknowledge, I am indeed a 14-year-old teeny bopper caught in a 26-year-old's body.

Did anyone else catch the show? Any key points I've missed?

Lucky for me, the hubs is back from his travels tomorrow night. Which means I will have someone to keep me company, as opposed to watching VMA re-runs.