I don’t know if I’m sleep deprived or what, but when I saw this little clip last night, this is what I thought:
Ohh… that lion is going to bite that lady’s head off. Hasn’t she ever seen Siegfried and Roy?
Wait a minute… he’s hugging her. Ohh.. it’s the lion’s mommy…
Ohh… I’m kind of like a lion. At least we have similar colored hair and equally unpredictable mood swings.
Ohh… I love my mommy like the lion…
Ohh… that is me.
So Mom, this one’s for you today..
Paula seems to be trying extra hard tonight to not make stupid comments. Did she get writers? Perhaps she’s been coached this week. Was that an ear piece I saw in her ear? Maybe someone just swapped out her Coke cup right before taping… yeah, that’s it.
But she was still up and dancing like a drunken… la dee da dee da.
Also, was it just me or was the audio mix totally off? I couldn’t hear the band at all…
To the reviews…
SAVE THE DATE for the much anticipated American Idol Season 7 Finale Party. The party will be Wednesday, May 21st.
It is a DRESS UP LIKE YOUR FAVORITE CONTESTANT OR JUDGE FROM AMERICAN IDOL party. There will be prizes for the most creative and/or unexpected costumes. (you don’t have to come dressed up if you don’t want to)
For all of you closeted AI fans, now is the time to show your true colors and make yourself known to society at large!
If you have any ideas for things we should/could/would do to make this party awesome, let me know.
Thanks,
WhiteEyebrows
When my siblings and I were young, our mom (in her infinite wisdom) made us all take piano lessons.
None of us lasted a long time on it, except my sister who could play the world’s hardest song, “The Spinning Song” from book #3 or 4 in the Thompson series. I remember it went something like “deedle deedle dum dum, da da, deedle deedle dum dum, da da!
She must have played that pattern ONE BILLION TIMES! (even 20 years later it rattles through my head)
I thought I would write a little religion post today, realizing that I hadn’t posted on a religious topic since Christmas, so I’m past due.
In October of 1999, I had an incredible experience singing in my church’s semi-annual General Conference. I was part of a combined men’s chorus from BYU, singing in the Mormon Tabernacle for the final priesthood meeting which would ever be held there (the big conference center was just being finished). It was a great honor and opportunity. We sang this song: Continue reading Why I Choose to be Religious
During this season of American Idol, the most googled search terms that landed people on my blog were “brooke white mormon girl”. So I thought it was fitting to do a little post on her kick off day.
Last night, I finally discovered what PBS is really good for, and why we call it a public service…
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.
Now to the review…
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.
It was one of those Mondays.