Buh-buh-buhbuh Buh-bye, Blake. I know you all love him, but for me it was another week of "Blache." I am worn out with the weirdness. It was a little cool at first, but now it's like he's become a caricature of himself. You know it's bad when three teenagers are yelling at the TV while he's doing his thing and then doing that stammer or whatever it is all through commercials. And I cracked up when Ryan said, "Or you can just teh-eh-eh-eh-xt it."
Again this week, the songs were hard for these guys. But, oh, those of you who remember the BeeGees explosion know how big those songs were. My kids have no idea! My oldest said Barry Gibb sounded like Sean Connery. I loved, "How Can You Mend a Broken Heart" so much then that I could cry hearing it now. I remember the winter of my sophomore year in high school, we had a terrible blizzard and missed 3 weeks of school. I spent so many hours listening to the BeeGees during that blizzard and missing my boyfriend. (Good grief.) I don't know how I endured all those hours of disco falsetto! All I know is, the BeeGees conquered cabin fever with Saturday Night Fever, and I danced around in our den like I never did in public. Thank goodness.
So what did you think? I thought Melinda was stellar. I liked Jordin's 1st song better than the 2nd. Lakisha's hair lying in in her eyes and between her breasts was odd and creepy, like Morticia Addams. And for me, Blake is the new Sanjaya. It's painful.
Well, I'm sure you'll weigh in on this vital issue.
Sidetrack: Speaking of weighing in, for those who are doing the May-Day, how did it go today? I managed to find myself challenged on the first day. Our administrative pastor took all of the secretaries away today on a secret outing. He arranged for a white stretch limo to pick us up at church and take us to his home, where his daughter met us with frozen slushy drinks containing tiny umbrellas. Then his wife had prepared a light lunch outside. So, of course, none of this was in my weight management plan. I ate one piece of the things I liked and had a bowl of cereal for dinner later. So I think I coped well. But it just goes to show ya, there's always somethin' that wrecks a plan. Like food.
Sidetrack: I had not seen The Bachelor for several weeks until last night. Another secretary remarked today how awful it was that Amber's students would all be watching her breakdown on TV. (She lost it in the limo.) Parents will probably look at each other over their kids' heads with a "Yikes--our kid's teacher is nuts" look.
Well, I've got to hit the hay as we say here in Indiana. I'm exhausted from work and then working at home on my son's scrapbook for graduation open house. It's getting to the point where I'm slapping glue stick on and smacking the picture down on any paper that has a background: newspaper, church bulletin, credit card offers, Kohl's ads, recycle flyers, missing children flyers. Whatever. If the colors coordinate with the a color in the picture, it's all good. He'll thank me some day.