The Amercan Idol Debate

In a recent post one of my fave bloggers (with a Double Life of her own) throws the chips on the table for Melinda Doolittle to win American Idol.

Lakisha and Melinda are absolutely talented without a doubt. However, for some reason, I also find them boring (in the nicest way possible). If I were to pick the winner right now, based on talent, uniqueness and star quality, I'd pick Blake.

Just for fun, here's the link to the "Laundromat" Ford commercial that appeared on last week's results show. It was one of the persuaders pushing me to think Blake may arrive in the finals (which, let's face it, is practically the same thing as winning - read: Clay Aiken, Katherine McPhee, etc.).

Now if he could just keep the beat boxing down a little bit...

He was the one that I wanted!

Congrats, Max! I actually voted for him every week like a reality tv goober, but I am glad I did. He won!!! Now...am I really considering going to Ticketmaster and buying tix for my first Broadway show since Miss Saigon back in 1997??

Just call me Weezie!

Cause' we're movin' on up in the world. Heard there may be free city-sponsored WiFi soon in Ketchum. Of course, not in my neighborhood since I live on the outskirts of town, but still.

http://www.sunvalleyonline.com/news/article.asp?ID_Article=3237

DisneyHowInTheWorldCanTheyStayUpSoLong?

Just returned back from a week’s vacation in sunny (and half the time rainy) Orlando to take the kids to Disneyworld. I think I returned more exhausted than when I left. However, it’s an “I’ve never seen my kids this exhilarated” type of exhaustion rather than a “case of the Mondays” type of exhaustion that comes around after individuals pass their vacation deprivation threshold (I have a low one).

Highlights
~ Who knew my daughter was so in love with Goofy? It’s the cutest when my son (who at this point <3s everything my daughter does) yells “Ooofy! Ooofy!”
~ Watching my son fearlessly cannonball into his dads arms in the pool at the resort time and time again. Keep in mind he turned two the day after we got back. He’s a crazy lad.
~ Seeing my daughter barrel down a 40 ft tall water slide with perma-grin – and her dad (hey, no need for Social Services, I am no Britney!).
~ Wearing sundresses and shorts every day for a week.
~ Watching my kids spend quality time with their grandparents, and the genuine joy they bring to each other. Yes, Velveeta comment but true.
~ Hearing the story that my daughter told my sister that her shoes were ugly.
~ The Expedition Everest roller coaster at Animal Kingdom. Ask to go in the front car. If you like Space Mountain, but want even a bit more extreme, go for it. My dad howled with delight the whole ride and I swallowed two bugs.
~ There is nothing like returning home to your own bed.

The Hmmms…
~ We had a two bedroom “flat” for me, my husband, our two kids, my sister and my parents. I was no math major but those numbers don’t add up right for me. Now, peanut gallery, be kind – I know my folks (who sported the pad for us free of charge) will probably read this post!
~ How does a three year old have the energy to go-go-go from 6 am to 10 pm every night? Cinderella adrenaline fixes? Dumbo rush?
~ I believe it’s stupid that you have to ask a flight attendant for a barf bag. Obviously, in that circumstance, it’s already too late. To shout out the obvious consequence, my husband and I spent the ~4 hour flight and then the 1+ hour layover in SLC and the remaining 50 minute flight back to ID covered in our son’s barf.
~ My daughter thought for several days after our return that her new bedtime was 10 pm. WRONG.
~ I had grand ambitions of coming back w a tan. It rained at some point almost every day and I am just as pasty as when I left. Dammit.

Back in the Sticks

Just returned home from another road trip. This time I went solo. Boo hoo!

Lowlights:
Missing my family something fierce. Luckily, my hubby sent some bitchin videos of the kids taking part in one of their fave activities, cafeteria tray sledding.

Highlights:
Miraculously, there was no lost baggage. No busses. No tug-of-war with my carry on and a flight attendant (a la Meet the Parents). No lost items. No barfing, no snot. Keep in mind this is unheard of odds since the venture included four flights and two different hotels in a “short” five days.

Lunch with a girlfriend. A two hour catch up session out in the beautiful sunshine goes a long way for old college roommates separated by ~800 miles for 99% of the time.

Dinner with my professional brethren at Bong Su in SF. About 33 of us comms freaks dined in the back room of the restaurant enjoying yummy food and cocktails. GREAT time with my colleagues. iChar was large and NOT in charge.

The featherbed topper at the Marriott Waterfront in Seattle. Mmmmm. Or should I say, zzzzzzzzzzzz?