Idol Embarrassment

I’ve been working so much this past week; I didn’t even get a chance to blog about Idol. I was too tired to take notes and I had to go to bed immediately after Idol ended so I could get up at 4:30 in the morning. Fortunately, the mandatory overtime is DONE KAPUT FINISHED for the time being, and I can work a normal schedule and start living a more “normal” life. And don’t tell me to DVR American Idol. That’s kind of like trying to translate a joke into ASL (American Sign Language)…it’s just NOT the same.

But we simply HAD to record the “Stalker National Anthem”. Simon had it right when he called that guy “creepy”. Poor Paula is such a NUT MAGNET. I feel for her.

This morning I was reading my local newspaper and discovered an “Idol Recap” of Tuesday night auditions written by Tami Althoff of “The Daily Oklahoman” titled, “Embarrassment doesn’t deter ‘Idol’ hopefuls”. In the article, Ms. Althoff points out that some of the auditions should never have made it as far as they did, but I think the producers let these people embarrass themselves because it is “good television”, meaning it brings them ratings.

The judges (mainly Simon) constantly refer to some contestant performances as “bad karaoke”. I wonder how many of these “Idol hopefuls” actually show up at auditions thinking they can sing because they get drunk and sing karaoke all the time. These are the people without any experience of any kind, not even school chorus or church choir. Or do they actually sing in a choir and the director is too scared to tell them they can’t sing?

Flashback. I was in my junior high chorus because I love to sing. I mean LOVE it. As you know, I’m profoundly deaf and use hearing aids. But at 13 years old, I had NO idea I couldn’t hear myself sing. No one told me. Until one day, I was so off-key, the teacher was so frustrated she yelled at me in front of the entire class, “I know you can’t hear yourself sing, but you are way off.” I was so embarrassed I just sat there trying not to cry my eyes out. I never sang out loud in public again. Not that I let that incident stop me altogether. I learned sign language specifically so I could sing again.

I get embarrassed easily when I sing in sign language though, because people will stare at me and I can feel their eyes on me. This was at church when I still attended. But after church, several people would come up to me or talk to someone with me and tell them watching me “sing” touched them. I’ve even “sang” at karaoke while a friend was doing vocals to a song I knew. That was even more embarrassing to have all those drunks watching me!

Fortunately, I’m so much older than 28 now that I won’t even consider trying out for American Idol and embarrassing myself on national television. Scratch that statement. The age limit doesn’t mean anything to several of the people trying out. Just as that freak “Milo” who sang about “no sex allowed” while wearing a faux fur animal-print vest.

P.S. I think Weird Al needs to buy the “Stalker National Anthem” from the Paula Fan and record it!

Idle Hands

I’m still full from breakfast at “Omlettes n Moore” this morning. I indulged in a full breakfast of pork chops, scrambled eggs and hash browns with gravy. I couldn’t eat it all. They put too much food on the plate. We normally go on Sunday mornings, but the restaurant is closed for a week starting tomorrow for repairs. Then in August, they are going to cash only. Either that or they have to raise the prices. My breakfast is normally $6.00 for all that food. And it’s diner food. I love it.

Charlie has been an absolute angel to me these last few weeks. I don’t know what I did to deserve him. He’s been wonderful. We’ve been hanging out together and enjoying our time together as if we were just married. For our 2^nd anniversary, he took me to White Water Bay then we went to Cold Stone afterwards for some sorbet. Nothing fancy, but we had a blast. He surprised me with a video I-pod as a gift. I was NOT expecting that. He usually gives me jewelry. I love this I-pod. It’s been wonderful having it in the car. He bought an accessory package to go with it, so I can play it through the radio or thru the TV.

Most people have no idea that I love music. Unfortunately, I can’t hear it like most people can, but when I crank the stereo up I’m in heaven. I never understood why the AOL idiots made an issue of me watching American Idol and being rude about it. I guess the sign of a true loser is that they make fun of you for something you can’t control.

But, anyway, I’m trying my best not to buy out the I-tunes store right now by downloading old songs I loved growing up. I used to have tapes of songs that were popular when I was in high school, but the bitch-mother made me destroy them senior year of high school, claiming rock n roll was the “devil’s music”. Yeah, yeah, Foreigner and REO Speedwagon were devil worshippers.

It’s Saturday and I’m bored because it keeps raining and we can’t do much outside. We had planned to attend the CCR tribute band concert at Frontier City but with the scattered showers we didn’t go. Scattered showers, my ass. I keep thinking someone is up there in the clouds dumping giant buckets of water on us. Ice Age: The Meltdown is on and I’m not in the mood for TV. I don’t want to be on the computer either, but here I am. Meagan is at her dad’s for a week and I already miss her.

Charlie and I drove her to her dad’s in Tulsa yesterday and took both kids to a movie and dinner. We went to see Spiderman 3 at the AMC Southroads, and I was able to watch the movie with rear-window captions. I’ve never used this feature before and it took a little getting used to it, but it was fun to see a movie in the theater again. I’ll definitely make the effort to go to the movies when a good one is showing with the captions in Tulsa or Dallas. Meagan wants to go to Grapevine Mills before school starts, so maybe we can go to the movies etc.

I’m rambling. See how bored I am today. I’m gonna go piddle around.