Friday, February 29, 2008

Back by Popular Demand: American Idol Results

And by "popular demand," I mean because Jessie said so.

In case you missed the American Idol results show, and you depend solely upon me for your American Idol fodder, here's who left the show last night.


These are the girls I predicted would leave, but both of the girls I chose were in the last two. So close! I wasn't all the impressed with Alaina. She wasn't bad, but she wasn't really good either. She's only 17, though, she still has a long way to go. I did like Alexandrea. Her last performance wasn't that great - she picked a really safe song, and she looked terrible - but she really has a great voice. I think she would have been a force to be reckoned with on the show.

But seriously, neither of these girls should have left yet. I stand by my verdict: Amanda is awful, and I had to change the channel when Kady sang. Even Kady knew she should have left - she looked awfully suprised when she heard Alaina was out and she was safe.


BAM! Right on. Who's amazing? That's right - me. Did I call it or what?

Here's the deal with these guys. At the risk of sounding homophobic (which I'm not, I swear) Jason was just too fairy-ish. Danny Noriega is too (he's clearly gay), but he manages to do it in a fashionable, teenage-boy-emo sort of way. Jason is just a Michael Buble style flamer. Although, come to think of it, I'm not sure Michael Buble is a flamer. But you get the drift. As far as Robbie goes, his was mostly a case of supply and demand. There just wasn't enought room for two rockers (three if you count Amanda) on the show, and he got out-sung by David Cook.

Join me next week for American Idol recaps!

Thursday, February 28, 2008

American Idol: Girls

I have to say, overall, I don't think the girls are nearly as entertaining as the boys. My prediction is that we'll have a guy American Idol this year. That said, last night's show was a lot of fun. The best part was that Simon seemed to be in an unusually good mood, and there was very little bickering. I wish Ryan would stop snubbing Simon - it's getting a little too "Junior High girl" for my taste.

And now, without further ado, THE GIRLS!

Best Performance:
Brooke White

She sang Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" and she rocked it! I also like the guitar performances that are being done this year. When Brooke came out with that guitar, I was nervous, but it worked! It was the perfect song for her, the perfect style, and even though she sat the whole time, she still managed a killer performance.

Best Vocals:
Carly Smithson

This girl has got one big voice! Most of the girl can belt it, but Carly belts it well. Plus, she's got that cute hint of an Irish accent.

Worst Look:
Amanda Overmyer

Y'all. She looks like Cruella Deville. What was she thinking? I'm not a fan of the outfit, either, although it might have worked without the horrible hair. Her performance was lousy too. She wants to be a rocker, but she just doesn't have the chops.

Overall Favorite:
Asia'h Epperson

Despite the cheesy name spelling, I'm totally picking up what this girl is putting down. Last night she sang Celine Dion, and Simon told her she almost got it, but just wasn't good enough to pull it off. I have to say, I agree. It wasn't the best song choice for her, although she did come amazingly close. I just love her personality and her willingness to take risks. This picture is from last week, since this week she had her hair straightened. Why anyone would straighten great curls like that is beyond me.

My votes for who should go: Robbie Carrico, Jason Yeager, Amanda Overmyer and Kady Malloy.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

American Idol: Boys

I have a confession. I watch American Idol. And I like it.

I'm a discriminating fan. I didn't watch last season, for example. I tried, but it felt like watching a high school talent show. I just couldn't take it.

This season looks to be shaping up nicely. Here are my picks from the top 20 boys:

Best Personality:
David Cook

In his pre-performance interview, he admitted to being a "word nerd." Then they showed a montage of his spouting big words, like "juxtaposition." Suddenly, I'm in love (and a little hot and bothered). What can I say? I'm a word nerd myself, and I find it kind of sexy. I'm a sucker for intelligent conversation.

Are you a word nerd? Try Free Rice. I've made it to level 40, but I'm consistently a 38. If David Cook could score higher than me, I'd marry him.

Best Vocals:
David Archuleta

This kid is 17, and he is A-MAZING. Tonight he sang "Imagine All the People" by John Lennon, a very risky choice. Even riskier, he made dramatic changes to the melody. I don't even particularly like that song, but I LOVED his performance. Instead of sounding like a pathetic remake, he made it his own song with stunning vocals.

Biggest Hot Factor:
David Hernandez (Got a thing for those Davids, don't I?)

Three words: OH. MY. GAWD. He's beautiful. Olive skin, piercing, sexy brown eyes, and subtle dimples. I want to have his babies. And nibble on his ear.

Overall Favorite:
Jason Castro

I missed most of his performance tonight due to commercial channel flipping. I did manage to make it back in time for the judges comments, and they didn't like him. I saw him last week, though, and he was fabulous (do I say fabulous too much?). He played the acoustic guitar while singing, and he had a very Jack Johnson-y vibe. I'm not crazy about the dreads, but I can totally groove to his mellow strains.

Verdicts on the girls tomorrow!

Friday, February 22, 2008

You Might Be a Redneck . . .

To steal a line from Jeff Foxworthy:

If your local Wendy's can't spell frosty,


you might be a redneck.

Or, at the very least, you live in a redneck town.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Still Here . . . Sort of

I'm going to let you all in on my secret.

I have depression.

I'm not talking about the blues. I'm not feeling down. I'm talking about serious, can't-get-out-of-bed, must-be-on-medication depression. When I tell people, they always ask me if I'm on medication, and I always laugh. If I wasn't on medication, I would be in bed ALL THE TIME. I need the medication to function.

The thing is, like any other disease, sometimes this depression thing flares up, for no apparant reason. This is one of those times. I'm weak, sad, anxious and feeling hopeless. I know this will pass eventually, it's just a matter of how long it will take.

It's hard to not be able to go to work, or do my church calling. I know it looks a lot like laziness, but I really want to go to work. I want to go to Primary! I just can't seem to do it. I went to work for four hours yesterday. It was the longest four hours of my life, and when I came home, I was a mess. I've been trying to talk myself into going for three hours now, and I can't do it. I just can't.

So now you know where I've been. Have you seen the "Depression Hurts" commercials? I've been there. I can't watch, those, by the way. They hit a little too close to home.

I know it's pretty much impossible for people who have never experienced major depression to understand how debilitating it can be. It's not really something you can explain, either. Emotional pain this bad is beyond imagination.

I've been dealing with this for almost 10 years now, so I'm very open about the whole things. If you know someone with depression, and you have questions about what they are going through or how you can help them, feel free to ask.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Hijacked!

I hijacked this meme from Madame Queen. I thought it looked like so much fun, I just couldn't resist.

The Rules: Answer the questions below using only images from the first page of your Google Image search. [Ed. note: When I first read this, I thought it said "using only the first image from your Google Image search. This is MUCH easier.]

1. The age you will be on your next birthday. Don't hate me because I'm young.




2. A place you'd like to visit.




3. Your favorite place. Te Anau, New Zealand




4. Your favorite object. Madame Queen stole my answer!




5. Your favorite food.




6. Your favorite animal.




7. Your favorite color.




8. The city in which you were born. Circa 1930. Not when I was born.




9. The town in which you live. How embarrassing.




10. The name of your pet.




11. The first name of your love. Your guess is as good as mine.




12. Your nickname/screen name. Think "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."


13. Your middle name.



14. Your last name.


15. A bad habit of yours. Don't hate me because I'm fat, either.




16. Your first job. Except we didn't look like this. Not. Even. Close.




17. Your dream job.



18. Your current job. Thank you, Nepotism!



19. A picture you find hilarious. These guys crack me up.




20. A picture that inspires you.



****
I've been MIA for a while. Things have been weird. I think I'm back now.

Friday, February 01, 2008

I love Disneyland!



Okay, seriously. I had SO MUCH FUN in Disneyland. I only have a few pictures to post, as Jessie is sending me a disc. She took all the pictures because she's like five times more amazing than me, and her camera is a billion times more amazing than mine.

So, on Thursday I drove out to Cedar City to meet up with Jason and Jessie. I left my car parked at my aunt and uncle's and we drove their Prius (which I love) to Victorville. It was a long drive. We had reservations an a Motel 6 (oh, the class) just off the freeway. Jessie said it was a creepy hotel, but I didn't really notice. I just took off my bra and crawled into bed, wearing the same clothes.

I did notice in the middle of the night when someone tried to come into our room, though. It wasn't someone trying to break in - they had a key. The hotel had double booked our room. Luckily, we had fastened the chain, so they couldn't get in. Jason pulled up the curtain and looked out, at which the guy said, "Hey! There's someone in there!" The girl said, "No way!" And he said, "Yes! Someone just peeked out at me!"

My hotel standards are pretty low, but strangers coming in while I'm sleeping definitly crosses into creepy territory.

The next day, we drove the rest of the way to Disneyland and met up with my cousin Randy, who works for Disney. He signed me in on his pass, so I got in for free! I love Randy. The first thing we did was Space Mountain. I hadn't been on it since the remodel, and it was fabulous! It's my favorite. It was a fantastic day - it rained a little bit in the morning, just enough to keep people away. I didn't wait in a line more the 20 minutes the whole trip. It was perfect.

Oh my gosh, we saw SO MANY characters! It was definitly the most I've ever seen in Disneyland. Maybe they were just easier to spot because there weren't crowds, but I saw some people I didn't even know were at Disneyland! We tried to keep count, but it was too hard. Here's what I can remember: Cruella Deville, Minnie and Mickey Mouse, Pluto, Goofy, Peter Pan, Cinderella, Honest John, Pooh, Tigger, Eyeore, Brer Bear, Jack Sparrow (not acutally Johnny Depp, we checked) Mary Poppins and Bert, and that's all I can think of, but I know I'm missing some. But heck! That's 15 right there! And Mary Poppins! I was estatic. I was embarrased how excited I was to see her. She was fabulous, too. The Bert was okay - he acted really well, but he didn't look anything like Dick VanDyke.



We also went over to California Adventure, which is a bit of a letdown, but it had Tower of Terror and California Screamin'. I was nervous to go on Tower of Terror because I have this thing about falling, but it was unbelievably fun. Totally scared the pants off me, though. California Screamin' is - no joke - the best roller coaster I've ever been on. It shoots off, leaving your stomach behind, and then it's filled with fantastic drops and turns, and even a loop, which is amazing.

I think my favorite part of the whole two days was the parade. I loved it! It started out with fairies - Cinderella's Fairy Godmother, the fairy from Pinnochio, and FLORA, FAUNA & MERRYWEATHER!! I was so excited. There was a float with Tink on top and Peter Pan driving. That was followed by a Beauty and the Beast float, complete with dancing flatware, then an Ariel float being chased by Ursula. The princesses came last. Frankly, I was happy after seeing the 3 Good Fairies and Tink.

Three highlights of the trip: 1) The parade 2) Turtle Talk with Crush 3) Big Thunder Mountain Railroad (I know I didn't write about it, but it's so fun!).


Two lessons I learned from Disneyland: 1) Your most comfortable shoes are not comfortable enough, unless you're Jessie and your boots are made of clouds. 2) All rides are better in the back!


Tuesday, January 29, 2008

And We're Back!

I'm back from Disneyland. It was wonderful. Disney-licious. I gained back four of the five pounds I've lost. How does that happen? I walked for 6 hours, for two days straight, but I gained weight. Whatever. Pictures to come, as soon as I get mine.

So, here's a question. What does one do when one's life turns out to be not at all what one had planned?

Monday, January 14, 2008

Gettin' Jiggy with Disney!

I. Am. So. Excited.

In 10 days, I will on my way to DISNEYLAND, BABY! That's right. You know you're jealous.

I love Disneyland. I'm kind of embarrased about how excited I am to do. I mean, I am an adult. Not that you would know from my attitude towards Disneyland. That's one of the great things about the Land of the Mouse, though. It brings out the kid in us, and who doesn't love that?

I'm going with my dear friend Jessie, her husband Jason, and Jason's sister and nieces. His mom is coming for a day, too. Good thing Jason's family seems to like me. I'm meeting Jessie and Jason in Cedar City and we're driving the rest of the way. We'll be partying at Disneyland Friday and Saturday.

Like I said, before, I'm like a kid when it comes to Disneyland. I always go hoping to meet some good characters. I've met a few, but never who I wanted. I've met Cinderella,


Minnie Mouse


and Goofy.


This one was my favorite. I was at D-Land for a band concert, and we were back behind ToonTown. So was Goofy. He must have been on a break, because he was just chillin' back there, puffin on a ciggy. Have you ever seen Goofy smoking? It's funny. Trust me.

You know who I've always wanted to meet? Flora, Fauna and Meriweather, the good fairies from Sleeping Beauty.


They've always been my favorite. I didn't think they were at Disneyland, but apparantly I was wrong, because I found this picture:


Bloody paparazzi. A fairy can't go anywhere anymore.

Ah, Sleeping Beauty. I love that movie. My favorite part is when the fairies are trying to get ready for Aurora's birthday without magic. Fauna tries to make a cake. It's hysterical. And then they finally decide to use magic, and Flora and Meriweather get into this fight and keep changing each other different colors. Oh man, that cracked me up.

I'm excited for the rides and Disneyland too. Especially Space Mountain, as it was closed for renovation the last time I was there. So was Indiana Jones. I like that one, although the snake scares the bejesus out of me EVERY TIME. I hate snakes.

You know the best part of this all? I'm getting into the park for FREE. Ah, the joys of mooching off family.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Murky Waters

WARNING!

At the risk of death, dismemberment and losing friends. I am about to wade into the twin murky waters of religion and politics. I don't mind if you disagree with me, just don't hate me or leave nasty comments.

First, I'm Republican. And I'm Mormon.

You guys still with me? Okay, good. We didn't need those others that just left anyway. The losers.

Second, I'm supporting Mitt Romney in the Republican primarys, and in the General Election, frankly. Go Mitt!

Doesn't he look Presidential? Don't worry, that's not why I'm voting for him. And it's not because he's Mormon, either, although I'll admit that it helps. I'm voting for him because I honestly believe that he's the best candidate. John McCain is just plain old, and I don't like the way he went more "moderate" after the last election. What that really means is that he lost the election, so he changed his philosophy to try to get voters. Rudy Guiliani is okay. He's my second choice. I don't have many complaints about him. Mike Huckabee is just a jerk. I'm sorry, but I don't want someone running my country who stoops to disparraging someone because of their religion. Not only is it rather un-Christian, but it's pretty un-American, too.

Let's face it: Huckabee is the one that made Romney's Mormonism an issue in this race, with his "I'm the Christian Candidate" crap, and frankly, it pisses me off.

The following is an excellent article written by Doug Robinison that appeared in the Deseret Morning News. It pretty much expresses exactly how I feel, so I'm reposting it here. I'll get much less worked up that way.

I missed the memo that said it's A-OK to make disparaging and often erroneous statements about Mormons.

Apparently, they are fair game.

Sure, these are hypersensitive times, when name-calling or perceived bias against any group will get you the Don Imus treatment, but you get a free shot with Mormons. You can say what you want about them with impunity.

If you denigrate a racial group, you're racist.

If you denigrate women, you're sexist.

If you denigrate Mormons, you're hip.

No one would openly suggest that you shouldn't vote for Hillary Clinton because a woman can't lead the country, especially an ornery one.

Nobody would dare say that you shouldn't vote for Barack Hussein Obama because he's black, or of Muslim descent, or because he has a name that sounds like a terrorist. One Clinton worker even apologized for alluding to Obama's use of drugs as a youth, so apparently it's wrong to disparage former drug users, too.

But nobody is shy about saying you shouldn't vote for Romney simply because he's a Mormon. It doesn't even register on the PC-O-Meter.

Just like that, 6 million Americans have been virtually disqualified from running for president. They've been rendered second-class citizens. They're foreigners living in America. They face a glass ceiling.

How un-American is that?

It would be one thing if most of those who oppose Romney did so because they disagreed with his politics or character. But Romney is one of the few candidates who has no character issues, a "squeaky clean" man who has a distinguished record of accomplishments, success and service, with no divorces, no affairs, no scandal. The only thing opponents can say about him is that he belongs to a church they don't understand.

A Harvard law professor called Romney the most qualified of all the candidates and "the perfect candidate for this moment in time." But there is his Mormonism, he noted.

Even the self-styled PC chief of police, Al Sharpton, once jumped in on the action, saying, "As for the one Mormon running for office, those who really believe in God will defeat him anyways."

Mormons don't believe in God?

For his penance, all Sharpton had to do was endure a family home evening in Utah.

It's open season on Mormons. A few days ago, Miami Herald columnist Dan Le Batard stated on ESPN and in the newspaper that part of the reason fired coach Cam Cameron failed was because he got stuck with a Mormon quarterback — not a rookie quarterback (which he is) but a Mormon quarterback.

"And you'll have a hard time finding a leader anywhere in sports who was as unlucky this year as Cameron," Le Batard said, noting that because of injuries, Cameron was forced to play "a United Nations huddle of a Mormon quarterback, Mexican receiver, Samoan fullback and some guy named Lekekekkkkerkker."

Now Mormons are foreigners?

Ignorance makes no difference. You can say Mormons have four wives or that they aren't Christian, and no one cares.

Imagine the uproar if Le Batard had written that the Dolphins suffered because they had to play a black quarterback for part of the season? Or a Catholic?

The Salt Lake Tribune has had a field day for more than a week since learning that Mike Leavitt and some of his like-minded cohorts met early in the morning to discuss Mormon theology and governance while he was Utah's governor. What if it had been a Bible study?

Nobody seems to mind when former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee says his religion "defines me." Or when Obama says his church guides "my own values and my own beliefs."
People worry that Romney will take his orders from his church leaders. They don't worry that Obama will take orders from his church, whose "10-point vision" includes two references to its "non-negotiable commitment to Africa," with no mention of America. Oh, and the church statement begins by noting on the Trinity United Church of Christ Web site, "We are a congregation which is Unashamedly Black."

It's a different set of rules for some out there. You can print newspaper cartoons disparaging Mormons. You can harass their families as they walk to their biannual conference with all sorts of foul language. When someone commits a crime, you can note the criminal's religion, but only if he's Mormon. You can make them a one-liner on Leno. Good luck reconciling all this with the paranoid political correctness that's so in vogue.

Meanwhile, the most politically correct presidential election field ever assembled — a woman, a black, a Mormon, a Baptist, etc. — has gone politically incorrect, but only when it comes to you know who.

One more thing: I have to commend Fox News (and there went the last of the liberal-minded readers). While they may not agree with Romney's religion or politics, everyone there has agreed that it shouldn't be an issue, Democrat and Republican alike. You've gotta respect that.

So what do you guys think about the Romney-Mormon issue (or non-issue, depending on how you look at it)?

A Zit I can Appreciate







Monday, December 31, 2007

Welcome, 2008!

I was watching the ball drop on some New Year's special (I don't even remember whose it was), and as the crowds at Times Square were laughing and cheering, the camera caught a particular couple: He was on one knee, proposing in the middle of the hoards of people. It touched me, and it reminded me why we celebrate the coming of a new year. A new year marks a new beginning, a time for us to start over, to leave the past behind and make ourselves and our lives better.

And so, dear friends, here are my wishes for you at the coming of this New Year.


May your souls be filled with joy, your hearts with love, and your life with laughter.

May this year be better than the last.

May you continue on the path of love, whether it involves finding your someone or cherishing the one you have.

May you set and meet worthy goals.

May you forgive yourself your mistakes.

May you strive to be better than yesterday.

May you show your love with words and deeds.

May you help someone in need.

May you reach for your dreams.

May you and yours be healthy and happy.

May your trials not break you and your heartache be eased.

May you have someone to lean on in through the rough patches.

May you find joy in the small things in life.

May you love and be loved.


Happy New Year! The slate is blank again - it's up to you to fill it in.




Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Venting Fruststration So I Can Get Back in the Christmas Spirit

My dog just attacked another dog. Not just any other dog, either, but her best doggy-friend, my boss's dog. How does one respond to a situation like that? Especially a one like me, who is rather prone to freakoutage.

Here's what happened. I'm sitting at work, trying to make another 2400 labels because the last 2400 got all messed up, and all of a sudden I hear doggy yelping and screeching. So I look out the window, and they're in their usual wrestling position, only it's clear something has gone very wrong. I can't tell which is yelping, so I yell and them both, which usually gets them apart, but not this time. So then I think maybe their collars got stuck together somehow, so I run downstairs and get outside just in time to see my boss (who is my dad's partner, which is how he's my boss even though I work for my dad) walking out of the pen with his dog and a stick. "What the heck is going on?" I ask
"These dogs can't be together anymore!" he yells. "Your dog had mine by the throat and damn near killed him!" So he's yelling at me, which I understand, because it's an upsetting situation, but I don't respond to yelling well at all. And my dog is just sitting there inside the fence, just like nothing happened.

I go into the pen with her and check her out to see if maybe she's hurt or something, thinking that maybe he hurt her and she was defending herself, but no, she's fine. I start lecturing her, she she's just looking at me like, "What the heck are you talking about?" Then Lee (the boss-guy) comes out carrying Buddy (the dog victim) and Sadie (my dog) freaks and starts barking and growling!

So now my dog is an outlaw. Well, not really I suppose, but that's how I feel. I have to leave her at home now - not mandated by anyone, but it's the obvious appropriate reaction - and it's going to be as hard for me as it will be for her. It frustrates me that everyone seems to think she's a bad dog, when she's acutally very sweet. And I know you're thinking, "But she attacked another dog!" but this is VERY out of character for her. She's generally very submissive, and she and Buddy have been playing everyday for six months without a single incident.

Really, this is about me. Frankly, I haven't had the best couple of years, and I've been so lonely. Getting Sadie was the best thing I've done for myself, and I'm really attached to her. She pretty much goes everywhere with me. I'm having issues with my current situation, and I know this is going to end up being a big issue, and I'm going to end up crying. The most frustrating thing? If I talk to anyone about it, they'll tell me that I'm overreacting, and I'm taking things too personally, and I'm being irrational, all of which I already know. It just doesn't change how I feel. So I'm sending it out into the void in hopes that it will cure me of the need to vent and the anxiety, and I'll be able to go spend the evening with my family without freaking out. See? I'm already freaking out. I will not cry. Will. Not. Cry.


Does she look vicious to you?

Sunday, December 23, 2007

More Nativity

Eight Maids a-Milking



Nine Ladies Dancing



Ten Lords a-Leaping



Eleven Pipers Piping