American Idol, Cars,and Valentines

I am a sucker. I am a hypocrite. I have been sucked into the realm of which I never wanted to be sucked. Let me set this up. The kids in our city didn't have school yesterday due to the weather. For those who live in places where it snows a lot, here if a single snowflake falls from the sky, schools are closed.

So my sister took the day off and picked up Sissy and took her to her house. I had to pick her up there after work. We ate chilly chilli and hung out. Then the horror of horrors happened. American Idol came on. I watched it. Not only did I watch it but I got sucked right in there. I found myself waiting with baited breath to see which of the fifty or so contestants would be voted off. I who vowed never to be sucked into pop culture watched the entire episode of American Idol. Then I committed the most heinous of all acts. It hurts my heart to even type it. I asked my sister what nights American Idol comes on. I asked if it usually comes on two nights a week or one.

I who stated in this blog that I could care less about American Idol. I found myself picking out a few people that I liked. I found myself commenting on the people I thought were cry babies. I am a fraud, a fake, a no good louse. The worst part of it all is, I will probably watch it next week, if I remember when it comes on. Maybe I need an intervention. I never put anyone else down for watching it, I just considered myself above the "Idol" phenomenon. I must remove myself from the presence of all you fine people. I must eat humble pie (which does not taste very good by the way). I am not worthy to breathe the same air as the rest of you.

OK I must break from beating myself up to bring a special announcement. My daughter Sissy, in all her sixteen year old wisdom, fixed the computer desk. All by herself. We have the tray that slides out where the keyboard goes. Earlier this evening the whole thing fell off while The DQ was on the computer. We actually found a drill and Sissy was able to fix it. I am so impressed. I must now teach her how to check the oil in her car. I know she has the skills.

Her is car is running like crap. I am now waiting for the IRS to deposit my tax refund so we can get her car fixed, and trade in the Dodge. After some extensive internet browsing research, I THINK I have decided on a Honda CRV. I may blog a couple of weeks from now and have bought something totally different. I read some reviews and did a recall search on it. I compared some prices. I like the idea of having an SUV without it being really big or a terrible gas hog.

Note to BW: If you know someone at the Toyota dealership, I would consider the Toyota RAV4, the sport model of course. If the price is right. Enough rambling for the night. I am off to hang my head in shame for the rest of the evening.

OOPS-I almost forgot my special mention. The DQ took her own money and bought me some roses for Valentine's Day. That is REALLY special because she was going to use the money to buy herself another Webkinz. Lord, don't get me started on those. Sissy cleaned up for me. We spent a great family night together. Even though I am single, I feel truly blessed and loved.