
Call me pathetic, call me what you will.
But...
I can hardly contain my excitement. Tomorrow is the start of American Idol.
Again.
I love this show. I watch it from beginning to end.
Why, you ask?
Well, maybe it's the simplicity of it. Maybe it's that I'm jealous and wish I could sing. Maybe it's the fun of watching Paula Abdul, or Randy say DAWG just one more time, or hearing Simon give it to someone.
Maybe it's that I can lay on my couch and not think.
My line of work touches and breaks my heart just a little each and every day. (I will not mention what that is, but trust me, it's true...
and I am honored and privileged to do what I do).
So, to lay on my couch at night, and be entertained, and laugh, and follow along with the triumphs and losses of people just trying to live out a dream, hey, why not.
Some say, American Idol is the easy way out. I don't agree. Because if you should make it all the way to the end, and win, you still have to prove yourself viable. In fact, many who have not made it to the end, have faired even better.
So, I'm off to Trader Joes so I can stock up on food for tomorrow night.
I'll be grabbing a big bowl of ice cream, laying on the couch, cheering the contestants on.