Showing posts with label american idol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label american idol. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

To Watch or not to Watch

Geez, I just realized that American Idol starts tonight... the internal debate will rage all day... do I let myself get sucked in and watch again? Or do I stand firm on my morals and convictions and ignore it and watch something worthwhile like Hoarders or Pawn Stars?  The problem is I do love me some Steven Tyler....
But if I let myself watch even one minute of those stupid audition shows, then I get sucked in and I am stuck, trapped and regretting it all season long.  Like when I hide in the basement and eat an entire package of rice crispy treats so that I don't have to share with anyone... regret!  American Idol is like my TV show crack... I can't stop myself, I don't enjoy it and it's not even remotely good for me.
I just don't know what to do... the incessant commercials and ads are tempting and luring me in... I guess we'll just have to see how strong I am tonight at 8pm on channel 5!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Can you say "We're getting old"

So I'm watching American Idol again, even though I SWORE I wasn't gonna do it. Last year was LAME and BORING (even though my favorite one), the judges all left and they replaced them with Jennifer Lopes (Yuck) and Steven Tyler (love him but, not enough to watch) and I really hate all "stuff" that they make you watch to actually see the singing, but my TiVo recorded it and it sat there taunting me and then my enabling friend Debbie goaded me into watching and here I am trapped again! Last night our satellite was out due to the snow storm so in a panic I called Debbie and begged to be allowed to crash her American Idol party.
The cold hard truth... I love me some Steven Tyler, I love everything about him - his clothes, his hair, his attitude, his jokes, his screaming every 15 minutes... everything. J-Lo has been a pleasant surprise, so I must admit I'm enjoying it so far.
But, here's what I realized last night... Debbie was surprised that Steven was 63 years old. Duh.. he's only been around forever, but she pointed out, you know your getting old when the 63 year old guy on the TV "doesn't look so bad, in fact he looks great!" My 17-year old daughter probably thinks he looks like a zombie, but Debbie and I were thinking he looks pretty good.
The nail in the "You're Old" coffin... you think he's even cuter when he puts on his reading glasses.