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Redneck Idol!!!!


OMG. I had SO much fricking fun Saturday night.

I actually went to a bar and sang Karaoke for the first time in YEARS. I managed to sing 2 songs before my partner in crime, J, got to tired for words. The first song was Nothing Compares 2 U by Skinhe...err.. Sinead O'Conner. I did a decent job on it. My legs shook the WHOLE way through the song though. I got a lil audience reaction but not much.

I actually got the crowd to pay attention on the 2nd song. I sang Crystal Gayle's Cry. It started out shaky. The first verse was just... bad. I was recovering from the oddest conversation I've ever had and I just wasn't in it mentally. Then I hit the first chorus and just let it RIP! I nailed that sucker to the WALL. They whooped and hollered and stood and clapped. I was STOKED.

The odd conversation in the bathroom? Well...I got the strangest compliment EVAR. There was this lady in a pink tank top hanging on all the men in the bar. No WAY could you not notice her. She stopped me in the ladies room to tell me "You have REALLY nice boobs." I had no CLUE what to do with that so I muttered a soft and hurried "Thankyou" and got the hell outta there. Heh.

I'll definitely be going back and singing again. I forgot how much I love it. How much it makes me feel ... right.

GobSmacked...

Yanno that post I made yesterday? With all the whining, self-loathing and frustration? Yeah. I got slapped back into my place.

I watched Idol Gives Back tonight... (SHUT! UP! Jason Castro makes me wanna weep... among other things *Cough*) and I realized I have no call, no RIGHT to complain about my life.

I have people who love me. I have people who want to and do help me. I have resources. I have a roof over my head. I have clean drinking water. I don't need mosquito netting to prevent malaria. I don't have HIV OR AIDS. I'm not an orphan. I have a great, goofy, loving child.

The rest of it truly doesn't matter in the overall scheme of things. So, SO sorry I was such a schmuck.

I have challenges. I have issues. I have problems... but I'll muddle through them. I always do. I always will.

Raising a child mostly alone sucks... but there is so much worse going on out there in the big bad world... ::Shudder::

Call your parents. Hug and kiss your kids. Realize how lucky you are. My new mantras.

Cough, Cough, Wheeze, Wheeze....

Yeah... I have a cold. In My Chest. Dad still expects me to exercise in the pool... WTF? Lemme say that again... IN. THE. POOL. SICK!

God... I know he means well but with my propensity for a cold to turn into pneumonia... that's really not smart.

Asshat!

Oh.. and American Idol... WTF? You eliminated the right guys but SO NOT the right girls. Overmeyer and Kady shoulda left...

Asshats!

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AMERICAN IDOL!!
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The "Top 12 Men" sang tonight. Tomorrow it's the ladies turn. Lemme know if you care about my thoughts on this or not. I'm an addict... and AI is my crack...