Talk about disappointment. I was wrong with my prediction. Helen, who now weighs less than me, thank you, took home the 250k. Whatever. I didn't like the show that much anyway..
I will say this- it was too stinkin long. They seriously expect people to watch recaps and weigh-ins for 3 hours? Ridiculous. I started slitting my wrists about 1/8 into the show. I can't sit that long. I banished myself to the basement for 10 minutes to do push-ups and check the Twins. Twice. Then I gamecasted in my room and came out to FF the commercials for the girls since I am the remote control master.
Meanwhile, let's talk about American Idol and how they tried to sabotage Danny by picking lame songs. Whatever, little sister. I'll still buy his cd when it's sitting on the shelf next to Mandisa's at Northwestern Bookstore. Him and Kris both. The secret Christians. I see through those secular songs and I see a future Brian Littrell on the horizon. I didn't spend 3 years in the WBCS studios for nothing..I know a Christian artist when I see it. and I see 2 in the top 3.
And Adam Lambert is the shoe-in. Simon said so on Oprah.
And in happier news: Dr. Oz is having his OWN tv show. Which means every day will be 'Tuesday' for me come September. Couldn't be happier. Did anyone else cry when he was reunited with the Hurricane Katrina baby he saved by giving it gatorade in a bottle?
In case you were wondering. I won the ebay auction that mattered most and I learned how to bustle with the best of them. Plus I went to Lund's and had a bag boy who looked like Robert Pattinson..who is 23 today. and Stevie Wonder is 59. and Bea Arthur would be 86.
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