My car is out of the shop and I'm told good as new. It's the weekend and my husband hasn't gone out of town again yet. And I've done enough laundry that everyone has clean panties on. It's great to be alive. So great I'm returning to my weekly reality television wrap up!
American Idol: I can't believe I'm watching this show. I got suckered in by the Australian guy's version of Bohemian Rhapsody several weeks ago. Now I keep fast forwarding through Paula and Ryan while I wait for him to be that good again. This week was pretty good. But I'm trying to decide if I want David Cook or the blond girl to win. For about a minute I thought the kid David Archuleta might have a chance but the theater park crap this week on top of forgetting the words to a Beatles song has sealed the deal for me that he won't. Or shouldn't? I don't know. I like him but I'm not a fan. Although I'd totally let him date my daughter. Kid seems sweet. And for the record, I like the original version of God Bless the USA. I didn't realize it before but I now realize that I like the original enough that it's one of those songs I don't really think anyone else needs to try unelss they can add something unique to actually make it better. Just like I heard a cover of Bridge Over Troubled Water on the radio the other day and I kinda sorta thought America should beat that person up for thinking it was okay to try that song. Whatever.
America's Next Top Model: Am I the only one that knew Aimee would be leaving soon when she expressed a reluctance to take her clothes off for a photo shoot? Kiss of death. That and being larger than a size 6. But the real story of this episode was how to be exceptionally self absorbed with Dominique as our subject matter expert. She demonstrated that it doesn't matter if you sleep in the same room with 10 other girls. Because it's nobody else's business if you want to set your alarm clock a full hour early everyday and let it go off repeatedly until you decide to get up. To hell with the other girls that might want to sleep. If I lived with that chick, the plug on that alarm clock would "accidentally" fall out of the wall several times a day. She'd keep finding the numbers flashing and be wondering if the power went off. If that didn't fix the problem, the clock would just disappear entirely only to magically reappear the next morning in the freezer. And her on the phone with her mom getting all self righteous crying about how everyone is against her was too classic. I also love that she talks about herself in the third person.
Big Brother: Chelsia wears too much makeup and I'm not sad she's gone. And I cannot believe Natalie won HOH. Although I find it amusing because I'm sure it makes her and her alliance feel like everything goes their way so the fallout will be especially good when things eventually stop going their way.
Survivor: Wherefore art thou, Survivor? Stupid old March Madness. Is The Office with you? I miss you both. Return to me. I'll leave the light on.