Idol was odd last night. They all sang a Dolly Parton song. Now, I love her and her voice and everything about here, but not everyone can sing country and last night was no exception. A few took her song and changed it to suit them and I loved some of them.
Since they kicked off my favorite, Amanda, I am now liking Carly. If she goes, then I have to turn gender traitor and go with Michael Johns.
I was having a 16 year old crush on Dreadlock boy. (I only crushed while I was thinking I was 15, so no I am not a sicko!) I also was having a Mom fixation with David Archuleta, but I got over that. Yes, he is talented. But I think Carly and Michael have more stage presence, voice control and maturity. And as for Brook, I want to reach right into my TV and smack her up side of the head. Damn! I love upbeat happy people but my God! Nobody can be that happy all the time. My new nickname for her is Little Mary Sunshine.
Tonight they gave the boot to Ramiele. I thought she was adorable. Well, as we all know, there can only be one winner so say la vee.
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I had to laugh at hubby the other night. No, let me rephrase that. I went hysterical at hubby the other night. I was laughing so hard, I actually had trouble catching my breath. He did not appreciate the humor. I want to see if any of you can.
We were watching a TV show. I don�t remember what it was, but it was crime ala CSI sort of show. One of the characters thought they had been shot. When he pulled his shirt open it showed a red spot next to his bullet-proof vest. Terry said he head been shot. I replied that no, he hadn�t been shot. The mark wasn�t a hole, it was just the bullet had ricocheted (wow, I spelled it right the first time!) off the vest and had just burned him. He asked how I would know that the bullet would make a mark like that.
I answered that when I was in basic training I had gotten a few burns from firing my M-16 because I was left handed and the way I held my rifle left the sleeve on my left hand open. When I would fire it, the casing would eject out the left side of the rifle, hit my left wrist and then fall down my sleeve and burn my arm in both places. This is when I lost it. My hubby, who I know to be above average intelligence looked at me with total innocence and said,
�Why didn�t they give you a left handed rifle?�
I did solve the problem, though. From then on, I carried half a dozen elastics in my pocket.
In all fairness, he was in the Merchent Marines and never handled weapons, so I can't blame him for asking.
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I had to post this. I know I already posted her singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow, But someone put the little sweetie on youtube again, so I thought I would let her entertain you yet again.
