I had to record American Idol last night and watched it super-late again. When I tried to pull up the recording, at first it didn’t appear. I about had a complete and total meltdown… a total fit. it’s been a rough little while in the WhiteEyebrows world, and this certainly didn’t help… at all!
Then, as if the heavens opened and someone smiled down upon me, the recording magically appeared and magically worked!
Can I just say that I am so incredibly excited for Neil Diamond night!! I think Neil Diamond is perhaps one of the most incredible singer/songwriter and all-around good guys who exist. Why are all of today’s super-talented people complete freaks? Why can’t they just be normal like Neil Diamond and Paul Simon? Sure his music can be a little one-dimensional and void of different flavors, but it is still classic.
Yesterday morning I woke up at 6:50am to get to the gym by 7:30. It felt really early, as it usually does on a Monday, but I drug my tired rear end out of bed and, in a semi-comatose state, got ready to go.
I remember seeing my cell phone on my nightstand thinking, “I need to get that.” Then as I left the house I remember thinking, “oh, I forgot to grab my phone. I must have left it on the nightstand. Oh well.” Then as I was getting ready for work at the gym, I realized I had also forgotten my belt and my work badge.
This really shouldn’t be that big of a deal… a cubicle is a cubicle, right? They all have the same grey and green speckled walls with beige steel cabinetry.
I should be happier here in my new home, because I was able to choose the configuration for the desk, and I added another circular piece so I could face the doorway rather than have my back to it all the time (no more people sneaking up from behind).
And yet the universe seems a bit out of whack. For one thing, it’s too bright here. In my other area, we had all the lights turned off, so you just had the steady glow of your monitor staring you in the face.
Also, I had humans around me that I had had around me for the last 2 years. I was used to the click-clack of their keyboards and they’re sneezing. Now, I have to get used to a whole new set of sneezes and click-clacks.
Well, at least the one constant here at work is that things will change. Maybe I’ll just bring a slingshot and shoot the bulb out with a pen or something.
Just when you thought this crazy series was dead, I go and bring out PART 5!
We cannot have a full discussion about the single experience without discussing Blind Dates and the crazy friends and relatives who inflict them on us.
I’m watchin American Idol right now, and just found out my woooooman, Syesha, is in the bottom two.
I am just so frustrated, I couldn’t be more more more upset. How, how, how in the world could her amazing performance have not risen above Brooke’s biggest gaffe in AI history and Jason’s greatest slaughtering of a song since Sanjaya?
All I can hope now is that Carly offended the Christian sensibilities of Americans and she will go…
1. Of all our contestants, who do you think would be the one to mix it up this week? Who is going for the freaky arrangement? Not David Cook… Yes… David Archuleta! Surprise!
B. For years now, I have been trying to put into words exactly how I feel about Paula’s clapping… and now Tamara has done it for me…
Paula claps like a child that just discovered her hands.
Yesterday morning I woke up at 6:50am to get to the gym by 7:30. It felt really early, as it usually does on a Monday, but I drug my tired rear end out of bed and, in a semi-comatose state, got ready to go.
And yet the universe seems a bit out of whack. For one thing, it’s too bright here. In my other area, we had all the lights turned off, so you just had the steady glow of your monitor staring you in the face.
Just when you thought this 