Clearly, someone does not want me watching American Idol. First our DVR went berserk. The ice storm. Now--our television is broken. Seriously? NOW? Why can't it break in the summer, when all that's on is reruns and absurd wannabe reality shows? Thankfully our DVR is behaving itself again, so Matt hooked up our (teeny weenie) (okay, it's 25 inches but when you're used to 46 that's teenie weenie) bedroom tv so I could watch both of this week's shows tonight.
I think there are a lot of great contestants this season. I am VERY ready to get past the ridiculous drama. Can I get a witness? Ugh. But when they're good...they're really, really good. I love the group that sang a cappella (Danny from that group is the one that's my brother Sam's twin) and the punk guy with the spiky black hair. Oh, and there was a guy in the first group that sang (LOVED them too) that's from Conway! His name is Kris, and he is a praise and worship singer at my aunt Linda's church! Gotta root for the local boy.
I am super glad they are devoting two weeks to Hollywood--it's very worth it.
On another note, remember my frantic search for where I had heard the phrase "a place for every thing, and every thing is in its place"? FOUND IT! Thanks to my friend Sarah (who is the one I was talking to when I started trying to figure it out in the first place). It may not be the only place it's ever been said, but it's definitely the version that was repeating in my head. It also happens to be the funniest thing EVER. I'm too lazy to import the video right onto the blog, but here's the link to watch it on YouTube:
Really, watch it right now. You will be glad you did.